By: Andrew – ACS
The full moon could be seen in the puddles that night as cats frolicked around the rooftops. It was a lonely night for me as detention had forced me to stay in school until the evening. I was all alone, and I let out a sigh of relief as I was finally able to go back home. The sound of cars as they went by hid my rumbling stomach while my mind wandered towards the restaurants that stood tall on both sides of the street. It was then I heard someone scream for help in the alleyways.
As I was rushing towards the shrilling scream, I could see the visage of a tall man holding the arm of a woman. I felt like David before Goliath, forcing my legs and feet to stay firm. Adrenaline and panic rushed toward my roller-coaster heart, urging me to be the hero that the woman needed me to be. I then steeled myself, stood on my toes to make myself taller, and let out a squeak that I hoped was menacing enough for the leviathan.
“Hey! Release that person!”, my voice filled the dark alleyway as the assailant glanced towards me. My shadow seemed very large since the moon was behind me, and the sudden change seemed to have shocked the mighty giant. The woman did not waste this chance as she quickly pulled out a small bottle from her bag and sprayed its content towards her captor. The man instinctively let the lady go and screamed in agony. She quickly ran out of the alleyway, and I followed her example by bolting out of the location without looking back.
We were running side-by-side for what felt like an eternity before we finally ran out of breath and stopped. We looked at each other and sighed in relief as we thought that we were safe from the criminal. I was about to introduce myself to her when all of a sudden I heard a familiar scream behind us.
“Hey! Don’t you dare run again!” shouted the man while grasping his now-red face and heaving chest. He seemed to be out of breath, but so were we. Our legs instinctively turned to jelly as the giant marched with a certain doom towards us.
We fell to the ground as the man stood tall before us. The courage that I had before in the alleyway seeped out of my system like water vapor as I looked at the furious face of the giant. He took out something from his jacket pocket that glimmered under the light of the moon. He then raised it upward, getting ready to stab one of us in the gut, when I heard a siren from afar. The brave criminal shifted his gaze, and fear crept on his face. He put the knife back to his pocket and ran back to where he belonged.
The police came to us with his gun still in his hands as he watched the thug running away from afar. He gave us a hand, and we were back on our feet. He immediately reported this to dispatch, and said something about the serial killer being spotted on our location.
“You’re very lucky tonight, please stay off the street and go back home immediately,” the police said, his face was rigid with caution. He then started to jog toward the direction where the infamous fugitive went to. I then know why his face looked so familiar, as I had been looking at his wanted poster on TV for the past few months. The woman and I exchanged looks, grateful that we still got to breathe at the end of the day.
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