CHAPTER 2: What goes around…
Trent waits for the bus to arrive. As he waits though, his mind is full of anger and vengeance. "This country's gone to the dogs!" he thought. "Only someone with bigger brawns should learn how to fix things right." As his thought drains, the bus arrives. He boards on quickly, as the bus begins to move fast.
Since there were less vacant seats in the bus, Trent had no other option, but to hang onto a pole, near the bus ceiling. Still wandering in disgust, his eyes were caught onto something very attracting. He could see a young woman, a brunette, with beautiful earrings, a yellow shirt, with black sleeves, and of course, her brown purse. That kind of surrounding instantly brought shyness to Trent's face. He just knew that woman was none other than his sweetheart, Kira. He just had one problem; he was too speechless around that beautiful face of hers.
Suddenly came a gangster-looking guy, who was ogling at Kira, unknown to her itself. Kira took a stern peek at the guy, who was ogling at her. The unknown guy, made his move on her.
"Hey baby, what'ya say, I show you my "secret weapon" here?" the unknown guy cried. Kira was disgusted by the way he talked and she didn't like the response either. But, when she saw Trent in the bus, she immediately motioned him to come here. Trent suddenly, noticed her and that unknown ogling guy. Devastated by that, Trent took drastic action against him.
"Hey jerk!" screamed Trent. "Hands off her!"
"Excuse me!" cried the unknown guy, "But who died and made you, the leader of ordering people around?"
"Why you!" cried Trent. Trent and the unknown guy had strangled for nearly 10 minutes. Kira was useless, as she could nothing but watch. She tried as many attempts to let Trent go of him, but Trent refused, as he continued to strangle that guy.
Soon, the bus driver was in a hasty situation and instead, drove the bus to the nearest police station. There, the furious Trent, dragged the "peeping tom" guy to the police station to file an "eve teasing" case.
"Officer! Please arrest this man!" Trent said.
The DCP (Deputy Commissioner of Police) dragged the peeping tom culprit to jail and started to severely beat him up.
"Hey, Hey Hey" Trent shouted. "Don't beat him, just leave him."
The officer looked puzzled. "Listen kid, do you want justice or not?" the officer asked Trent, "This is Justice."
Trent ignored him and motioned towards the culprit, "the next time he beats you, just call me. I'll take care of him." Trent said.
Kira looked at Trent in irritation. "Trent, can I speak with you in private!" she shouted at him.
Outside the police station, several of the bus passengers were walking out of the station, with angry and pissed off faces. Kira and Trent are seen to be talking.
"Kira, you called?" Trent questioned.
"You didn't have to do that" Kira said. "Just look around you, because of that, I'm embarrassed. Besides that, everyone's late for their destination, and I got to go get a contract signed by noon. Now, I've got less than 30 minutes to get to Reefside downtown, and I'm not going to make it."
"But Kira!" Trent exclaimed. "That…that guy could've…done one the worse things to you!"
"Trent! Hello!" Kira screamed. "Wake up and smell the air! It's the 21'st Century! People aren't being picky for small things as you are. Get practical! Now, I've gotta go!"
"Kira, wait!" Trent exclaimed. But Kira already stormed off to get onto the bus, before Trent could even get a response from her.
Trent walked along the side walk home; he was in a state of shock. He couldn't imagine was Kira said. "Get Practical Trent! It's the 21st Century!" He can't believe that if she said that to him, after all those years, she starts to take the wrong path of life. Trent's face was full of curiosity, but how could she do that to him.
As Trent prepares to cross a street, he suddenly notices a bunch of people surrounding in a distant area. Trent was curious to know what it was, so he rushed off to find out. To his surprise, it was an old man lying on the ground with blood flowing on his body.
"What happened here?" Trent exclaimed.
"This old guy was assaulted and he down for about…30 minutes.", one the witnesses said.
"Are you all mad!" Trent screamed. "He needs medical attention now!" "Someone call the ambulance!"
"We did, but their vehicle's broken down." Another woman cried.
Trent was speechless. He had to get the old man to the nearest hospital and fast. He was desperately carrying his body as blood began to fall on the sidewalk. At the stoplight, he was pleading people to stop and give a ride to the hospital, but no one did, till he pleaded a white car stopped. Trent approaches.
"Excuse me! I need to get this man to a hospital now!" screams Trent.
"Excuse me! This is a brand new car, I promised my family that I'd take them on vacation" the driver explains.
"Hey! He needs medical attention now!" Trent screams. "How would you feel if one of your family members ended up in a situation like this?"
"Of course I would do it!" explains the driver. "Just not to an unknown stranger, who'll get blood all over my new car seats!"
With rage, the driver drives off as Trent mumbles "Damn you! Go to Hell!" behind his vehicle. Trent is left with no choice, but to take him to the hospital himself.