Pointless redemption

Intervention from a stranger(Act one)

"Hey, get off the floor!" , the gang member yelled. They grabbed hold of Des's arms and dragged him up from the paved cement. His eyes were shut with a trail of stained blood coming down his forehead. He attempted to reply but they drove their arms into his chest knocking the wind out of him. His eyes opened wide and his pupils dilated. Blood flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground. Another member swung at his face and cut the left cheek.

They two people holding his arms were brigadiers, as well as the others. Des moved his head and saw one take out a rusted pocket knife.

"Do you think people will remember you?" , said the one holding the knife. He moved his arm and aimed for Desterey's rib cage.

A teenager blurred from behind the building they were near and raced to the one with the knife.

"Uh?" was what came out of the gang leaders mouth when he saw him.

The unknown person countered the leaders attack and broke one of his fingers holding the knife. He dropped it on the ground.

"Ahh, bastard ! " he said. The leader backed up and cared for his finger. The two people who were hold Des dropped him and went to the leader to defend him.

"Don't stop for, he's getting away!" He screamed.

The unknown person lifted Des on his shoulders and sprinted out of the scene. He jump on a ledge of small shop and climbed up on it. Then he climbed the next so he was now on the roof. Then rescuer jumped from building to building until he got to a safe enough spot so that the thugs would not show anytime soon.

Destery's vision was blurry and he could barely make out the face of his savior.

His face was pale with along with his lips. His eye lashes where long and his eyebrows sharp. The persons eyes where green with black pupils that told a story of loss and regret. The same eyes of Des.

"Destery, Destery Ayres.." were the first words I heard. I turned my head but they instructed me not to move.

"Where, is he..'' I whispered.

"Where's who?" The voice said back.

I moved and saw a young girl around my age, 15. They had long red-orange straightened hair. She had on a yellow dress and white sandal's. Her eyes were hazel yellow and she had a sweet smile.

I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep in my bed.

I woke and found myself facing a glass of water and an orange. The girl was sitting in a chair beside me sleeping. I looked at the clock next to my bed. 2:34 a.m.

I picked up the orange and put it to my face. I went to open my mouth and sharp pain struck the left side of my face. Where the gang leader punched me there was a few stitches.

"Hey.." I whispered to her, "Wake up."

"Shh, don't wake Melanie up.'' My mom said in the doorway.

''I let you know why she's here later, sweetie." She left. I was speechless.

I turned my head and looked out the window at the magnificent city. The lights glaring down at all the routine citizens. I turned my head back at the girl and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke in the morning with my clothes on my bed and a late note for school. I took a warm shower and got dressed up. I checked around the house but no one seemed to be home.

The shortcut seemed like a good idea to take on the way there. I closed the door behind me and the spring wind brushed against my wounded cheek. I didn't bother to cover it up with my hand because it would just tire my arm. The school gang was probably waiting for me when I arrived. My black pointy hair flew into my face when a car stormed by. The streets were unusually busy on a Wednesday.

There were more cars that came by. My curiosity took control and I followed them. That was my first mistake that day.