Chapter 1
Robby was exhausted. Mouth and nose dirty with blood from dehydration. After Miguel's accidental fall he had not stopped running. Without a real goal, because now it no longer had a place to go. He no longer had anyone to go to. He had lost everything in one day. No longer his sensei and "adopted father" Larusso, no longer his girlfriend, but above all he had definitely lost his true father. Johnny would never forgive the boy for Miguel's accident. And Robby in his heart knew that the situation would degenerate even more. He was hated by the Kobra Kai boys so much that surely they were already accusing him of everything. That he had started the quarrel, which was molesting Miguel's girlfriend, who deliberately pushed Diaz down the flight of stairs... Robby knew that the right thing to do was to go to the first police station and surrender, but he had fear. Not so much to end of in jail, he feared the merciless judgment and the full of hate look of the Larusso and his father. He had lost his mother in a horrible way and now he no longer had anyone else. He was alone and unloved. This awareness terrified him right into the guts. He took refuge in a long, narrow alley. He didn't know the neighborhood, but it was even more disgusting than the one where he lived. The stench that came from the manholes and from the garbage bins, mixed with running and guilt, caused at the boy to be the retching. Robby spat acid and blood. He had not yet shed a tear despite the pain he had caused to his loved ones. They arrived when he noticed a child's drawing. So similar to what he did as a child and gave to his parents. He wondered if the father had already burned them all. If he had broken and thrown away the few photos he had of him as a child. The answer in his head was YES, he had did it. He didn't have to stay more anything of him, not even the smallest memory. Robby leaned forward slightly and closed at hedgehog. He remained in that position for a long time. Streetlights along the streets began to sizzle. Keene looked at them and gave a little laugh. Even that shitty neighborhood had something that lit up the streets. Inside he felt the most complete darkness. What roused him from his thoughts were: a girl more or less of his age who looked at him cold and impassive, a poor homeless man who screamed in terror and a man who tried to rob the tramp. He ran towards the dying man. The poor man had a knife planted in his belly. Robby pulled out weapon and immediately found himself handcuffed they were.
"It wasn't me," shouted. "NOOO"
Robby was looking for the girl from before. He was sure that she had followed him, she could confirm his alibi. But nobody was there... in appearance. She, the young man, had watched him all the time hidden behind a dumpster. When the police car took Robby away, the agressor returned to the alley.
"Great job," the girl said. Then she took his cell phone: "We took it".
"Well done" replied the person called.
"I have a request".
"Would be."
"In the school of that boy I believe there is another operational potential. I'm not sure though. I would like to have carte blanche ".
"Go ahead, my child, I trust your intuition."