Hey guys! Finally updated this, the last part came to me before bed last night, so it might not be so good . other then that, enjoy my readers, and feel free to review!
English class was soon over, Alfred left the room and saw Natalya at her locker.
"Hey Natalya!" he called. She turned her head.
"Jones?"
"Hey! So what's your next class?"
"Um . . . history?"
"No way! That's my next class too! Not to mention my favorite! Wanna go together!"
Is this guy for real? I tried to kill him this morning and he's offering to walk with me to class? Most guys who have encountered me like that usually avoid me as much as possible.
"Uh . . . ok?"
"Great!" After a moment of awkward silence, Natalya asked, "Alfred?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you love history so much? You seemed pretty enthusiastic about it back there."
"Oh! Well, history is just full of stories of heroes and defenders of justice! That's what I wanna be! A chief police officer! Defender of justice, and protector of man!" Natalya scoffed, "I doubt you'll be able to protect everyone, that's impossible."
"True, but I wanna defend as many as I can, and of course the ones I love as well."
"The . . . ones you . . . love?"
"Yeah, is that weird?"
"No . . . I think it's wonderful," Natalya practically breathed, going off into her own world. Alfred was a little creeped out by Natalya's sudden mood change, not to mention the far off look in her eyes.
"Uh . . . thanks?"
"Don't mention it," Natalya said with her voice still sounding sweet.
"So what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Alfred asked, seeing if his question will get Natalya back to normal. It worked. She had on her usual blank face and empty eyes.
"I'm not sure yet."
"You'll find out soon."
"We'll see."
School soon came to an end. And Alfred was having a hard time finding Matthew. He had debated on whether he should just go home without him, but last time he did, his mom sent him back to the school for Matthew, and that was no fun at all. So this time he decided on trying to be a little more patient and waited a little while longer.
"Man, where is he? I'm seriously gonna leave him again if he keeps me waiting like this." All of a sudden, Alfred felt a pair of small arms wrap around his waist from behind. It was Matthew.
"What the! Matt! Why on earth are you-!" Alfred stopped himself, realizing that Matthew was shaking uncontrollably.
"Uh . . . Matt? Are you . . . ok?" The poor boy couldn't answer, he was way too shaken up.
"Oh, I see you've found your 'hero' little Mattie," a voice suddenly said.
I know that voice! Alfred turned his head toward the direction he heard the voice. It was none other then Ivan Braginsky.
"Why hello Fredka, it's been a while, da?" Alfred glared, seeing that Ivan was using the name he so hated.
"Right back at ya," he said in an irritated tone.
"Now now Fredka, there's no need to be nasty."
"You're one to talk," Alfred looked down at Matthew, who was still clinging on to him for dear life, then back to Ivan, "what were you doing with my brother?"
"We were only playing, nothing to worry about," Ivan answered innocently while smiling his childish smile. Alfred never liked it when Ivan smiled like that, it was as if he was planning something evil behind that smile.
"Don't act so innocent Ivan! I know you all too well."
"Oh? Is that so? Well then, perhaps you remember that I tend to carry around this?" And from out from under his coat that he wears over his uniform, he pulled out his metal pipe, it still had the faucet still on the top. He took a few steps toward Alfred, who stood his ground.
"Heh, you just stand there even though you remember what this did to you once?" Ivan kept walking until he was just a body away from Alfred, even with Ivan that close, Alfred still didn't move.
"Well, where's your big bravado now Fredka? Aren't you going to shout with that annoying voice of yours that you're the hero, and that you can stand anything?" Alfred stayed silent, but Matthew, seeing that his brother was gonna get hurt, let go of him, put himself in front of Ivan, and said, with his voice still shaky and quiet, "W-w-wait! Ivan, please, there's no need to result to hasty violence!"
"Oh? Then would you like to face the same fate your big brother will soon face?" Ivan asked, holding the pipe under Matthew's throat.
"Hey! Leave my brother out of this Ivan!" Alfred grabbed Matthew and pulled him behind him, "this is between you and me!"
"But your brother is apart of this now, or will I have to get through you to get to him?" Before anyone can say or do anything, a voice familiar to both Alfred and Ivan suddenly shouted, "BIG BROTHER! BIG BROTHER WHERE ARE YOU!" Ivan's smile vanished, as he looked frantically around with panic.
"What! Don't tell me!" he ran off to exit the school without looking back or saying anything else.
Alfred and Matthew could only stared, watching Ivan ran off, scared silly.
"Alfred, what just happened?" Matthew asked.
"How should I know?"
That voice . . . Yup, there's no mistaken, that was Natalya. But where? He looked around, expecting her to run out of nowhere after Ivan, but she was nowhere to be found. He instantly remembered when at lunch, Yao told him and his friends about Ivan running away from Natalya with just the sheer sound of her.
Did she . . . do that on purpose? Alfred smiled as he put the pieces together.
"Hey Matt!"
"Uh . . . yes?" Matthew asked, wondering what got Alfred back to his usual, cheery self.
"Go home without me, I need to run a personal errand."
"Huh?"
"Just go."
"Ok . . . if you say so." Matthew went over to bike rack, hopped onto his bike, and pedaled towards home. Alfred got on his own bike and pedaled in a different direction.
