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Chapter 25
A new day dawns and its a Saturday, yada yada I know its the same old stuff, but it's kinda different in its own way. I don't know but something tells me its gonna be different.
Having a blissful night's sleep, I pop out of the bed with gusto and shoved the curtains to the side to greet the sunny morning. I stretched my arms out and started to wonder.
I hope nothing bad happens today, because usually when I'm this happy in the morning, crap happens somewhere in the day.
Shaking off my thoughts off of the somehow possible impending doom that may happen later on, I got to my sink, gargled the taste of morning breath and ran out the fire escape to up to the rooftop.
Well everything was very much routine at first but just a little lighter; upper body and lower body conditioning, grip training, flexibility and so on. Afterwards, I settled down at the edge of the rooftop and stuck my feet out the ledge.
I looked up the bright blue sky with tiny sleets of white clouds. (no rain or even a hint of drizzling.) The sun shone over the horizon and sent me back to when I was back here the first time and also the incident with Sam on the alleys.
What if I hadn't interfered? What if I didn't care? So does this mean I really do care? Well I do care but I guess not this much.
Not caring to answer my own questions, I got down the rooftop and started jumping off the linked pair of buildings towards Sam's house.
And as I kept on transferring from one building to another, I barely noticed this pained and worried look on my face as I passed a series of reflective window panes.
I didn't stop but I did notice.
I stopped at the alley, the same alley where the incident happened.
I circled it for a bit and then I noticed the same pair of thugs talking on one side. A few moments later, the leader came in holding a baseball bat slung over his shoulder.
I kept watch. Desperately trying to read their lips and trying to decipher their motions.
Not so long after a few left the group, a group of around 12 more people arrived. The leader took a barrel turned it upside-down and stood on it.
He then started shouting in a burly irish voice.
"I'm disgusted with all o' ya! Ya all got bea'ten up by some mere blonde and a one boy!" the man said pointing his stick to the crowd.
"But you got beaten up as well boss." a voice from up front said.
"What did you say you incompetent lil' bast-" WHACK! said the man and hits the guy with his baseball bat.
"Anymore a' wisecrackin' from any o' yous?" said the man pointing again.
The rest of the men shook heads.
"Now what I want you lil idiots to do is keep an eye out for that blonde girl and that brown-haired boy. If any of you spot any of them, don't strike. Jus get back to me and we hit em' together."
I got up instantly, that's all I needed to hear to recognize that this is a grave threat and danger for the both of us.
But how in the world can I tell her without saying that I was the one that saved her? I can't just waltz to her doorstep and say, "Hey Puckett, I heard a couple of thugs in an alley close to your house saying they are gonna rough you up badly. I just want you to know."
But for now I know that I need to get to her first.
I got down to street level and ran as fast as I could even ignoring my former injuries, dodging traffic and oncoming pedestrians.
Then a block away from her house I stopped. I got up a tree and watched her house for any signs of Sam.
Her house was non too shabby. It's a small 2 floor house (roughly 100 sq meters) with a lawn up front.
Large windows, mostly made of wood and they have a porch up front with a hammock on one side.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, a high-pitched squeal erupted from the house.
"I am gonna kill that cat of yours!"
Then a cat jumped out of the window onto the porch.
Then the door flung open.
"Frothy!" Sam yelled as she searched the area.
"Oh there you are." Sam said as she picked the fuzzed up cat who was licking himself clean.
"I told you never to leave my room." Sam said as she began lecturing the cat in her arms.
I let out a sigh of relief.
I got down the tree and walked on the sidewalk.
What was I scared about in the first place? Sam can take care of herself. Heck, she can even take on anyone twice her size and her weight.
Wiping the sweat off my brow, I jogged back to my apartment using the main roads, sticking as close to crowded people as possible so that I can avoid attention. A fight right now wouldn't end well for me, I thought, and with that thought my mind went back to Sam.
What if she can't take them on? I then remembered how many they were, my eyes grew in realization and I ran back to my apartment as fast as I could.
I didn't bother taking a bath, I put on my black running gear and took a change of clothes in my backpack just in case.
I ran out again and went off to find Sam.
I made it to Sam's in just a short time, I was about to knock on her door, but then it suddenly bursts open.
My initial reaction was to jump for the nearest bush. I then readjusted myself and waited in anticipation who it might be.
Then zooming out the door came Sam, with her hair flying everywhere and clutching a familiar pink treat in hand.
I lept over the fence and tried to catch up to her.
I tapped her on the shoulder and instantly my hand was wrenched behind my back. I was taken by suprise for a moment and managed to turn and slip away from her armlock.
"Fredward?" Sam asked.
"Yo." I replied.
"Are you stalking me?" Sam asked while flailing her fatcake at my face.
Oh crud. I forgot that I was in her neighborhood and suddenly appearing here would be very suspicious.
I knew something was gonna go wrong today, and it had to be this.
"Uhhh no." was all I could come up at the moment. Scrambling for words I realized I was wearing my black running gear.
"I was jogging around the neighborhood, it was just coincidence that I came aroudn these parts." I lied.
"What? Like 40 blocks away?" Sam replied. I know she was exaggerating but she did have a point. Her place wasn't really a stone's throw away from Bushwell.
"I just got carried away with the great morning." I quickly added.
"Yeah, like you really got carried away to one of the most dangerous 'hoods' here with your 'morning sunshine'." Sam sarcastically replied while putting out air quotes.
"What if I did come here? What if I did come here for you?" I stepped forward and replied half-joking.
She stopped nibbling on her pink treat. She was stumped?
Sam Puckett never gets stumped, especially by me! I must have hit a nerve or something.
She shook herself and replied. "You are a creep Benson... If you can't get Carly then leave me out of your dorky creeping or whatever it is that you do." She said as she took another bite at her Fatcake and resumed walking.
I followed suit.
"Well I'm not the only one weird today. You are awfully early." I said as I synchronized my steps with hers.
"Well, Carly woke me up, so lay off dweeb." Sam said not bothering to look at my direction.
"Well I did come around this part of town intentionally so that I can see you." I said non-chalanty.
Sam shot me a glare that could scare a man easy.
"Are you playing me Benson? You do realize who you are talking to right?"
"Well, I didn't mean anything like that. Not my fault if you're the one getting the ideas." I said and pretended to whistle and look away.
"Well I oughta..." Sam said cocking a punch.
"Just a break in the usual routine Puckett. I don't mind you mouthing off once in a while." I looked at her with a smirk.
"That's it, you asked for it!" Sam threw the right punch straight for my face, instinctively parrying the punch, I pushed it aside, brought my free left hand behind her head and pulled on the hand then secured her hand in place with my right.
I looked at her eyes, her blue cerulean eyes. Her blue... blue...
I shook my head and whispered in her ear. "I just love it when you get all feisty like that."
Sam froze. I retracted from her and I saw her red in the face. She dropped her head. I smiled at her and then she suddenly goes berserk on me throwing punches and kicks.
I laugh at her attempt and just hop away from her flailing arms.
"You are so going to get it you a*hole." Sam said her face still red but not from embarrassment but from anger. Then she stopped. She held her nose up in the air, closed her eyes and started walking toward me.
"I know this scent." Sam said while still walking.
"I had this dream that I was being saved by a guy from punks..." her steps started to get smaller.
"He had this scent and he was wearing..." She opened her eyes and stared.
"...Black."
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