hello...I've decided to become a bit visible because I'm feeling lonely stalking websites by myself.
Damn it! What's wrong with these people? One minute the house is lit up, the next I feel I'm in some sort of haunted mansion.I knock repeatedly on the door, but there is no noise. It's as if everything in the house dropped dead on my arrival.
Seems to happen a lot around me.
I cautiously make my way to the potted plants and peek through into the windows. There's no visible sign of disorder.I think there's someone huddled up on the floor. I squint for a closer look-and my heart stops. The shadow of a man holding a knife throws itself against the wall.
I can't think, or breathe; but my muscles have already sprung into action. I jump through the glass window, miraculously landing on my feet. Shards of glass are sticking to my shirt; a saner man might have paused to wince or scream at the pain; I care nothing for their jagged edges.Heck, I don't know these people, but I'm smart enough to know that time is precious.
And these people didn't have enough time for me to think. They were in danger, and they needed me-now.
I immediately wrap my arm around the man's throat, trying to block any further maneouveurs. The knife drops out of his hand; he gives a squeal, as if he's the victim and not the perpetrator. I can hear a woman screaming hysterically in my head, pleading with me to let her husband goes. My breath is still caught in my throat, and my blood's pounding fiercely. Once again, I don't notice the knife heading for my shoulder; but I automatically swivel to catch hold of my attacker's wrist.
Shoot. It's her.
There are certain people you can choose to ignore because they themselves pass by you without giving you a second look. Then there are those that fixate themselves on you, who seem to stare right through your soul. I've seen this girl twice or thrice before, and the way she looks at me unnerves me. Her hands quiver, and her eyes are bent in fear: she's obviously not very aggressive, yet there seems to be a raw pain inside her, one that resonates with my own.
Somehow, I feel the woman has a tendency to get stuck in such situations. Actually, she does seem to have miserable luck, since I'd saved her from a goon just a few days ago, and she'd repaid me by sending me to jail. Not that I held any grudges.
The door burst open, and I once again heard that annoying woman, whom I recognized to be her traveling companion from the bus. I knew even without looking that the cops had come. So instead of wasting my time gawking at them, I concentrated on the girl in the pink salwar in front of me. She looked pretty enough, though the terror in her eyes made me feel like a serial killer.
Not that I don't have a criminal record.
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sooo..how's it? should i do it for today's epi too?š
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