-BEFORE IT STARTS-
The cozy breeze night, cool air, fog, and the neon light from the convenience store gave me the creeps, but I felt comfy and warm in my body. I was holding a plastic bag full of crunchy snacks, mini fruits for the late-night homework, and a zero-cola soda can in my other hand. I put the straw in the tiny hole on top of the can by my mouth, which is between my lips. Then, I sucked the cold, fizzy drink up, and it ran down my throat. I love cold drinks, even during the colder season.
Ting. The sound of the message on my phone was loud.
I slid my palm inside the plastic handle and took the phone out of my shorts' pocket—the message from my friend, Irin.
Irin: 'I know you're out for snacks. Buy me favorites, muah (kiss emoji)'
We planned to do the assignment together this Friday night instead of going out partying. I declined the invitation from the popular girls in school. I might get in trouble by ignoring one of the girls most wanted by schoolboys, arranged by some group or club in school that had so much free time. At least I told her directly before tonight instead of acting nonchalant.
Me: 'Already, in 5 mins, open the door for me.'
I pressed send.
Homework didn't sound cooler or look more prior than partying or having fun outside school. The crowd made me uncomfortable sometimes, but it depends on the situation. The crowd from the students in the room hall in class, I was fine—the crowd from the party danced skin to skin with strangers. I was not fine, but the crowd at the concert, yes. The crowd at the restaurant, no.
We enjoyed fun in different ways.
I turned at the corner onto the side road, where trees began to outnumber houses. It was the shortcut to Irin's house. The streetlights were spaced far apart, about fifty meters from one another. Their light was neither pure white nor yellow-orange, but a faded orange somewhere between yellow and white.
I sucked the drink while I strolled comfortably, chilling like I owned the street.
Thud!!
Fuck, I flinched after hearing the hit of something on the road. It was loud. I paused, tried to tilt my head to see ahead, turned my face around to see what was behind me, and leaned my body to the front a little to see it again.
There was nothing.
My heart skipped a beat faster than usual. I breathed in the cool air and exhaled slowly and quietly as much as possible. Then, I decided to keep on walking.
THUD!!!!
"ARGHH!!!"
I stopped immediately. I quickly ran and hid myself behind the big tree in the corner before the alley to Irin's place.
I saw dozens of men in black leather jackets, their helmets shining beneath the streetlights. The light from the gas station ahead reflected off their jackets and helmets. They were beating someone—one person against more than ten shiny black heads. The bareheaded man in the black T-shirt was struck and knocked down, but he pushed himself back up and swung his bare fists at the protected men, one by one.
"Shit…" I cursed lightly.
I took out my phone and was about to call the police. Then, my eyes locked on the dark-haired man without a helmet who fought alone and without support.
"Zygmunt?" I called his name from afar.
I widened my eyes, and my heart stopped. The sound on the other line called me back.
"There's a bunch of bikers hitting someone. Near Woodless gas station." I informed them. And then I saw Zygmunt kick the man, and his helmet fell off. Suddenly, the sharp knife was pointed at Zygmunt. "Please…hurry." I stuttered.
No, you bunch of cowards, ten against one? And you used a fucking weapon on him. My body shivered, and my eyes shook, but the sight was steady enough to make me feel fear. Then, my body moved on its own towards them, crossing the unconscious bodies.
Stop. What was I doing?
I glanced at the helmet lying on the ground, bent down to grab it, and gripped it so tightly that it felt like part of my hand.
My body was closer and closer to the man who was holding the knife.
"Ha…" Zygmunt noticed me, and he gasped out, and the quick look on his face made the man in front of me cautious and more trembling.
That man was about to use the knife to stab Zygmunt's chest. Then, I used the helmet to hit that man at the back of his skull.
THUD!!! And then, he fell down on the ground.
I crossed his body, sat on him, and used the same helmet to hit him in the face.
"Ha…" Again. "Ha…" And I hit it again.
And again.
"Hey!" And there was a man's voice behind me. Suddenly, Zygmunt was limping to walk past me.
Thud.
The sound of the body hitting the concrete ground. I could sense that he punched that guy down before getting to me. I didn't even turn my face to look because my eyes were locked on the man beneath me; his face was full of blood and bruises. I raised the helmet again.
"Hey…" Zygmunt grabbed my wrist. I looked at him, his face nearly as bad as the man under me. He took the helmet from my hand and threw it on the floor.
"Thud!" The sound of the helmet's material against the concrete road made me realize what had happened.
He pulled me up while I looked at his face, and I could hardly see his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked me with a raspy, deep voice. Should I be the one who asked you that? I didn't ask him or reply, but my eyes shifted down to the corner of his stomach where his other palm covered the fresh wound; blood was running out like a fountain.
My eyes widened even more. "You—you got stabbed?"
"We have to get out of here." He ignored my question. "Let's go." He repeated while dragging me out of the scene. I followed him willingly, but I was very concerned about his wound.
"Let's go to the hospital. I'll call—"
"No." He cut my sentence before I even finished. "No? You got stabbed, Zygmunt!"
He didn't reply to me, and he kept dragging me in his direction, and I didn't know where he was heading. I noticed the blood was dripping more and more rapidly on the floor.
I held myself back as he pulled me. He turned to look at me, wondering. "What? Are you hurt?" I gasped in my mind. "No, you are. Please, let's go to the hospital…your blood is… everywhere." He looked upset and turned his face back to his way.
"You go home." He told me. "What?" I was shocked. Then, he lost his grip and let my wrist go.
"Hey, Zygmunt, if you're not going to the hospital, then where are you going?" I asked him and followed him at the same time. "Zygmunt…" I called him again.
"Just go home, please." He repeated with his deep voice. "Hey, I can't leave you like this." He kept stumbling his way, ignoring my existence.
"Please…" I begged. He tilted his head a little. "Go home. Don't go the same way you usually do…" He turned his face to tell me, and my tears were about to burst out. He bit his lips and turned his broad back to me.
"For heaven's sake, Zygmunt, stop." I raised my voice as I grabbed his thick wrist. I moved closer to his side and put his rigid arm over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You're heading home, right?" I asked. He stared at me for a second and nodded. "You're big like a wolf, but act like a stubborn little pup," I murmured. "Hehe." He lightly chuckled under his pain.
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