For the first time in years, I felt a deep fear. As I cautiously made my way to the mouth of the alley, I kept telling myself I was imagining things. This could be anybody’s ice-cream. Maybe I was wrong and it was body cream? No cause for alarm. No reason to…
Now at the alley, I stood watched in horror, SIX men gathered around a woman laughing in hushed tones. Her voice was muffled, like a large hand was enclosed over her mouth. Her clothes were torn. In the dark, in a seeming bid to escape her horrible present predicament, her scared teary eyes found mine as two of the men held her down and one was raping her.
The air stopped moving.
Life itself paused.
Given that she was not struggling, I deduced that she had been violated by more than one person already.
In that split-second Anita looked into the eyes of her big brother. Her Onii san
At that moment, I embraced the rage. I went mad.
I took four quick long steps and was air bound before any of them noticed me. The sole of my shoes met the head of one of them and knocked it against the wall with such force that the resounding crack that followed echoed loudly. While he was losing consciousness, I spun midair and landed a second kick into the face of man number 2, knocking him off his feet and into the opposite wall.
By the time the others got their bearing, I had landed and launched myself at the rapist, my knees connected with his back with a crack and I pulled him off and flung him, at least three feet off the ground, into the air and into two of his friends. They all stumbled and rose immediately, but he remained on the ground. Even if he survived, he would never walk again.
I was now standing over Anita, who couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The others were equally shocked… I had done this damage in less than 5 seconds.
They all brought out knives then and one had a gun. I smiled.
I allowed the thrust of the first man to make contact with my skin, just a scratch really. But I needed to feel the pain and get myself under control. I had a clearer head with pain, rage would make me kill them all. Disarming him was easy, pushing him back, easier.
I looked back and saw that Anita had lost consciousness, and then I knew I could waste no more time. Not like it could have taken me long anyway, they weren’t even amateurs in my alley. I walked up to them, surprising them by my boldness. As soon as the guy with the gun did what I expected him to do, take an aim at me, I crouched and lunged forward hitting him square in the chest with my head. I grabbed the gun midair as it fell and pointed it at the other three. Once they dropped their knives, it was easy. I took out the cartridge of the gun and flung it away. As they tried to pick up their knives to come in for the kill, I dove in. Knee to face, hand to neck, wrist and a body slam on the wall rendered them either unconscious or writhing in pain. All had broken bones.
Two minutes later, I hurried into my apartment with my unconscious sister. I made no attempts to hide the blood on my hands and fortunately, no one was really up and about to care.
I dropped Anita carefully on the rug and felt for her pulse, it was strong enough not to give me concern. Exhaustion, nothing life threatening. Physically she would be fine. Emotionally, only time would tell.
I cleaned her up, gently laid her on the bed and covered her up to keep her warm. I put some strong scents underneath her nose to rouse her a bit, bring her closer to the land of the living than otherwise. Then sat back and watched her as she slept.
She was a woman now but all I could see was my kid sister who needed me for some reason.
Why had she called?
What was so urgent that it couldn’t wait?
Where were our her parents?
I could still feel the blood rushing through my veins, so I closed my eyes and tried to relax. When that didn’t work, I started counting to ten.
One. Surely she’ll wake up soon. Maybe in the morning. She’s fine.
Two. Meaning I’ll have to wait till then to find out what’s up. Argh.
Three. I really missed her. I missed Jo. I missed family, somewhat.
Four. Why am I even feeling these emotions all of a sudden?
Five. Forget it, just sleep.
Seven. I heard a noise from the entrance of the apartment.
Eight. Louder now. My eyes popped open and I took a peek out the window, careful not to be seen.
Nine. Several men were trying to forcefully make their way in. it seems like I had messed with the wrong gang today. They were looking for me.
Ten. I stood up and gave Anita one more look.
I dimmed the light and walked out of the apartment.
In everything that had happened, I was wrong about one thing. The pain hadn’t killed the rage. I wanted blood.
I hadn’t messed with the wrong gang… the gang had messed with the wrong man!