He reached up and felt of the hilt of the sword. "Tonight will change things for the better," he said, walking out into the night.
Chapter 8
A woman stepped out from her apartment into the cold night. She glanced up at the nearby streetlight. Noticing that it was flickering, she sighed. "Why can't they hurry up and fix the damn thing?" Carefully watching her footing, she walked towards her car. She fished out her keys and fumbled to unlock the door. As she pulled the door open, she felt someone roughly push her roughly into the side of the car. Before she could scream, she felt a hand clamp tightly over her mouth.
"Silence will keep you alive," a harsh voice said into her ear.
She struggled to twist her head around to see her attacker, but the pressure was increased, making her gasp in pain.
She felt something cold and hard brush against her temple. "Cooperate, and I won't have to use this."
The woman became completely still as she fought to keep her nerves steady. 'Oh, why me?' she thought to herself.
"This is a nice car," the voice said. "Let go the keys to my new ride, lady."
She let the car keys drop to the ground. Poking the gun into the small of her back, the thief bent over and picked them up. Smiling, he grabbed her purse. "I bet there's some good stuff in here too, right?"
'Really, why me?' she thought again. She gasped as she felt hands groping around her waist. "What are you doing?" she cried.
"Shh," the man said, putting the gun back to her head. "Just making sure you're not holding out on me. I'm not enjoying this, much." She felt him squeeze her buttock. Laughing, he slid his hand into her pocket and took out her phone. "Ah, not bad. This'll fetch some nice cash. Now turn around slowly to the wall. Keep your eyes down. If you look at me, I'll be the last person you see."
The woman eased around the dark sidewalk until she was facing the wall near her car. She hoped desperately for the sound of a passing car, but the streets were completely deserted. The man had picked his timing perfectly. She placed her hands on the wall and leaned her forehead against the cold bricks.
"Alright, just don't turn around and nothing bad will happen to you," the man said. As he turned to get in the car, he saw a man leaning against it. "Woah, where'd you come from?" he shouted, pointing his gun at the stranger.
"What? Are you playing games now?" the woman asked, anger creeping into her voice despite the fear.
"Shut up. You got a death wish, pal?" the thief asked as the stranger stepped closer. After a moment of silence, he said, "So you're choosing silence as your last words."
"You told me to shut up!" the woman cried. "Are you that deluded?"
"Woman, I said shut up!" the thief yelled, turning his gun towards her. Before another word could be spoken, the stranger leaped forward and sliced off the thief's trigger finger in one swing of his sword. He sputtered and gasped as the gun fell from his hand with a clatter.
"You will no longer carry such a deadly weapon in my city again," the stranger said calmly. "Remember this when you return to society. I will allow no one to harm others."
The thief fell down and scrambled backwards along the sidewalk on his backside. The woman finally turned around to see the spectacle taking place. She watched as her heroic stranger walked forward as the thief tried to keep away.
"Resistance will serve you little," the stranger said. "The cops are already on their way. You will serve your proper sentence."
The thief scooted another several feet before falling onto his back. She heard him sobbing as he gripped his hand to suppress the blood and the pain.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" the stranger asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said, walking forward. "Thank you, so much."
The stranger grunted as he sheathed his sword. He stepped over to the man and took the woman's keys, purse, and phone. Walking calmly to her, he handed them to her. "Here are your possessions."
Up close, she could tell
Chapter 8
A woman stepped out from her apartment into the cold night. She glanced up at the nearby streetlight. Noticing that it was flickering, she sighed. "Why can't they hurry up and fix the damn thing?" Carefully watching her footing, she walked towards her car. She fished out her keys and fumbled to unlock the door. As she pulled the door open, she felt someone roughly push her roughly into the side of the car. Before she could scream, she felt a hand clamp tightly over her mouth.
"Silence will keep you alive," a harsh voice said into her ear.
She struggled to twist her head around to see her attacker, but the pressure was increased, making her gasp in pain.
She felt something cold and hard brush against her temple. "Cooperate, and I won't have to use this."
The woman became completely still as she fought to keep her nerves steady. 'Oh, why me?' she thought to herself.
"This is a nice car," the voice said. "Let go the keys to my new ride, lady."
She let the car keys drop to the ground. Poking the gun into the small of her back, the thief bent over and picked them up. Smiling, he grabbed her purse. "I bet there's some good stuff in here too, right?"
'Really, why me?' she thought again. She gasped as she felt hands groping around her waist. "What are you doing?" she cried.
"Shh," the man said, putting the gun back to her head. "Just making sure you're not holding out on me. I'm not enjoying this, much." She felt him squeeze her buttock. Laughing, he slid his hand into her pocket and took out her phone. "Ah, not bad. This'll fetch some nice cash. Now turn around slowly to the wall. Keep your eyes down. If you look at me, I'll be the last person you see."
The woman eased around the dark sidewalk until she was facing the wall near her car. She hoped desperately for the sound of a passing car, but the streets were completely deserted. The man had picked his timing perfectly. She placed her hands on the wall and leaned her forehead against the cold bricks.
"Alright, just don't turn around and nothing bad will happen to you," the man said. As he turned to get in the car, he saw a man leaning against it. "Woah, where'd you come from?" he shouted, pointing his gun at the stranger.
"What? Are you playing games now?" the woman asked, anger creeping into her voice despite the fear.
"Shut up. You got a death wish, pal?" the thief asked as the stranger stepped closer. After a moment of silence, he said, "So you're choosing silence as your last words."
"You told me to shut up!" the woman cried. "Are you that deluded?"
"Woman, I said shut up!" the thief yelled, turning his gun towards her. Before another word could be spoken, the stranger leaped forward and sliced off the thief's trigger finger in one swing of his sword. He sputtered and gasped as the gun fell from his hand with a clatter.
"You will no longer carry such a deadly weapon in my city again," the stranger said calmly. "Remember this when you return to society. I will allow no one to harm others."
The thief fell down and scrambled backwards along the sidewalk on his backside. The woman finally turned around to see the spectacle taking place. She watched as her heroic stranger walked forward as the thief tried to keep away.
"Resistance will serve you little," the stranger said. "The cops are already on their way. You will serve your proper sentence."
The thief scooted another several feet before falling onto his back. She heard him sobbing as he gripped his hand to suppress the blood and the pain.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" the stranger asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said, walking forward. "Thank you, so much."
The stranger grunted as he sheathed his sword. He stepped over to the man and took the woman's keys, purse, and phone. Walking calmly to her, he handed them to her. "Here are your possessions."
Up close, she could tell
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