Haig
I was feeling tired, confused and discouraged that I was still here. Sitting on the white bench that was covered with the shade of tall trees in the park, I don't know. I don't know what kind of trees they are, because it was the first time that I saw them, and it does not matter at all. After a few minutes of sitting there, I saw a motorcycle with two men riding on it. They pass by using the concrete road several feet in front of me. After that, a woman started shouting for help while running.
"Help! The thieves had snatched my purse!" She yelled like a pig.
The woman, as if she came from a party, is wearing a white shirt, black skirts, black sandals, and jewelries that glitter when the sunlight strikes them. She was beautiful, and not just that, she may also have been wealthy. They were just circling around the park where I was. Maybe the purse of a woman has sentimental value, and there is not much money in it. That's why she won't give up as long as she can't get it back.
I know that I can no longer look at those that are taking the circling road around the park. They are just making me feel dizzy. Those snatchers seemed to be playing with a woman who was not happy with what they were doing.
They circled around the park many times until I stood up and walked towards the roadside. The motorcycles were taking the road in front of me when I jumped and kicked them in their necks. Incredulously, but it was cool. Before, I could only see those moves in movies, but now I can do them by myself. The snatcher had tumbled down the concrete hard road. They are so frail that in just one move, both of them have collapsed and lost consciousness.
The woman was still jogging towards me. I can see the diffused moisture on her face, arms and legs. She stopped at my front porch and seemed very tired. I realized that she is not just a normal woman, because she is so beautiful and looks young. Beginning with her face, she had a kissable red mouth that was enticing when she smiled; dark, thick lashes shaded her round honey-amber eyes; her brows were straight, like little wings; and she had a high-pointed nose.
I get the pouch from the hands of the man who snatched it and go towards the beautiful woman that was just standing there. While handing the black pouch to the woman, I saw her beautiful round face. Her long, straight, tied hair bounces when she walks or runs. I heard her talk when she accepted the black pouch, but I couldn't understand her words.
"Hey beautiful woman, can you speak English?" I asked.
She did not reply. Her face became confused and it seemed like she didn't understand me. What else can I do if she can't understand my language? She's so beautiful and looked wealthy, but why did not she know how to speak English? Unlike me, she did not.
Maybe she was saying "thank you," because the words that came from her mouth sounded like they were saying that she was thankful. But I was wrong, because there was someone behind me who firmly held my arms. I can feel that the bones in my arms have been fractured.
I glanced at them and realized that they were the snatchers. They were wearing long black pants, black shoes, a black coat with a black hood, and I could not see their eyes because they were wearing black eyeglasses. I tried to escape from them, but they are so strong that I can feel the pain while they are holding my arms.
They appeared to have a word, but I am not fluent in their language. The woman had already eluded us. Maybe she does not want to be involved in our fight. I know that whatever words I say, they will not understand. Even though I had cried and my tears were dripping from my eyes, they were so heartless that they could not understand what I felt.
One of the snatchers goes towards my front while the other is still holding my arms firmly at the back. I know what they are planning to do, and I was not wrong. The merciless man had punched me in the belly. My tears and sweat are dripping because of the extreme pain that I get because of helping others. Why was it happening to me? Why was the exchange painful if I did good to others?
He makes me a punching bag and punches me many times in the belly until I vomit a red liquid and there is also blood that oozes from my nose. I felt that my intestines had been torn.
I felt like hope was gone and this was the last day of my life. But I still have a little luck that the woman will come back here to save me. She is holding a big stick and walking towards us. She reached the back of the man who was punching me in the belly, and she forcedly stroked him on his neck with the big stick.
The man fell down on the concrete road. He was out of consciousness again, while the other had let go of me and eluded me because of fear. My flesh and blood seemed in disarray.
But the fight has not ended. The man who eluded them a while ago came back with a sharp, glittering object when stroked by the sunlight. He ran towards the back of the beautiful woman, who was so tired that I could see her pale face that was diffused with sweat.
"He was going to chop you!" I slowly shouted. Despite my weakness and the pain emanating from my stomach, I knew there was something else I could do. I still have strength to pull this beautiful woman and I did it without any doubt. She is now on my front and we are looking at each other's eyes. She was shocked and confused about why I did it.
"Aw!" I suddenly raised my head, my eyes stuck ahead because of pain that came from my back. My bone was totally fractured and cut by the man, the man whom I don't even know.
The word 'magic' came into my brain. Please show yourself to me now. I need your help. As it was raining, I was hit by one of the bullets. All I felt was pain, pain from my stomach, from my back and pain from my bones and flesh, pain from my heart and soul.
The woman was so appalled while looking at me, her eyes were both turned up. The liquid that came from her eyes was diffused on her beautiful face. After a second, I totally, totally fell down on her big breasts. My world stopped from turning around. ...
I have a power that came from an old and powerful man. Now, I am expecting that nobody can kill me and I can stay forever in the world. Well, I was not wrong in my expectations. I don't feel any pain coming from my body anymore. Not because I was already dead, but because of magic, magic that helped me and gave me another chance to live.
My world continued to turn around, and the fight that I had begun is still ongoing. I pushed the concrete road with my hands and slowly stood up. I slightly craned my neck and faced the trouble. I jumped, and with all my force, I kicked him in the neck. That made him tumble down.
My body is now controlled by not my own brain, which has been aroused by the happenings. The man wanted to stand up after being knocked down, but he could not raise himself. He had just crawled on the concrete road. My body followed him until my foot kicked the merciless who could not even show mercy to himself. He bounced against the hard wall and totally met the death that was smiling at him. His head had a crack, and the thick red liquid that covered his brain had been diffused on the wall.
The man is already dead, but I still cannot control my body. He walked towards the other man, who was still out of consciousness and lying on the concrete road. While the beautiful woman was just watching me and observing what I was going to do, She sometimes yells things at me that I don't understand. She was just sitting down there on the white bench and seemed like she was just watching a horror movie, and I was the actor who was playing the role of a killer boy. I want to tell her to elude now, because my body may hurt her, but I cannot say anything and I cannot even move my lips.
I am now at the front of the man who is still out of consciousness. I was wrong, because he suddenly stood up and got the big stick that the woman used to stroke him just a while ago. He stroked me with the big stick, but I could not feel any pain because my body did not tell me what it felt like. My whole body became more and more stiffened every time that he would strike me. His sweat is raining down on the road, while my body is just letting him strike it with the stick. I know that when I can control my body again, I will definitely feel the pain that it caused and there will be many bruises on my body.
After a few minutes, the man stopped striking me and kneeled down in front of me out of exhaustion. My feet were so merciless that they kicked the man and he rebounded towards the bench where the woman was sitting. My feet brought my body to the bench where the man had landed. The man was not moving anymore, but my feet still wanted to play soccer. That would not stop them from kicking the man.
Until it felt tired and turned back to the bench where the woman was. I know what it was planning to do, but there's nothing I could do to make it stop. It was still going towards the spot where the woman was standing.
In my brain I screamed, "Hey what are you doing, do not hurt her, she is not doing anything wrong to us. Do not hurt her, else you cannot control my body anymore as if I will kill myself!"
It stopped in front of the woman, and I did not expect that it would do something incredulous or ridiculous, something disrespectful that only a rude man could do. I could see the complaint on the face of the beautiful woman about the embarrassing thing that my body was doing. After that, the woman pulled me away and ran away.
I felt like something had gone from me. I had lost the excitement about doing the thing again. I had my first kiss with a woman who I did not even know. Ever since I was born, there has been nobody who has kissed my lips, my face, or the crown of my forehead. Today, I am the one who kissed the woman who is older than me. I know that I am not the one who kissed her. It was the power that came from the old man that was making a fool of me, because after our lips touched each other, the power left me.
I'd better forget about everything that happened throughout this day. Nothing will happen to me if I just think about the ridiculous thing that happened. It would be better if I made a plan on how to escape the punishment for the heinous crime that I committed and to get back to the place where I was residing with my parents.
Maybe I can ask the people where I am now. I already know which country I was in; all I need to do now is return to my home country. My teacher told me that there were many cherry blossoms in Japan, but I am not sure if I was really there. There were no more people that were living here. There are just many structures and buildings that are standing here. My inference has the possibility that it was not true, because I also know that the capital city of Japan, Tokyo, is the city that has the largest population in the whole world.
Jay and Leona would surely scold me again if they knew where I came from, that I had just suddenly disappeared. But what if I can't find a way to go back to my parents? What will happen to me? I don't want to be a beggar. Don't worry yourself, just believe that as long as you are alive, there is hope.
While walking on the road, I saw that there was a group of people ahead, wearing the same clothes, until I recognized that they were a group of police officers, and there was a police station too. It comes to my brain that I don't want to be imprisoned, but I don't know what to do. I don't want to go back because the dead body of the man that I killed was there, and not long from now, there will be someone who can discover it.
Eventually, my problems about the crime that my body did got a solution in just a second. The bluish cloud came out of my mouth and it formed a hole with a strong force inside that pulled and brought me back to our house.
Everything has come back to normal. I am now in the small hut in front of our house. Sitting on the wooden chair beside the wooden table and the bowl of sweet-potato-chips was still there on my front. My dog had approached me and was licking my face; perhaps she smelled sweat and blood on my body, which caused her to stop what she was always doing.
"Ha-ha, you bitch, can easily recognize the smell of blood," I mumbled.
Cyril runs towards the kennel that I made for her yesterday. Maybe she was hungry. I'd better get inside the house and pretend that nothing had happened. so that I could take a bath, feed Cyril, do my homework, eat my dinner, and sleep early because my whole body was sore.