Transmigrant

‎This shit is a masterpiece," I muttered to myself, Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement blasting in my ears on my phone.

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‎The alley stretched long and empty in front of me. Then I saw her — a girl running straight at me, oddly familiar, with two guys chasing her.

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‎Finally, something interesting is going to happen, I thought, a light smirk forming.

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‎As she got close I grabbed her left hand and pulled her into my arms. It was Akita Suzuki, a classmate.

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‎"Let go of me!" she said in Japanese.

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‎"Don't worry," I replied in Japanese.

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‎She was shaking, worn out from running. The thugs caught up, pulling out jackknives.

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‎"Let the girl go," one commanded, pointing his knife at me.

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‎"Huh? I don't understand. English please."

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‎They looked at each other in disbelief.

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‎"I said I don't understand a word you say, idiots!" I said in Japanese.

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‎One lunged. "You'll regret calling me a fool."

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‎"Stand aside!" I told Akita.

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‎He swung. I weaved through each slash, grabbed his wrist, and cracked him on the jaw.

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‎"Pathetic," I said as he groveled on the ground.

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‎"Not bad for a rookie," the other snickered. He was taller. He looked down at me, then — boom — a gut punch I didn't see coming. I doubled over.

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‎"How is he this strong?" I thought.

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‎"You're quite strong for a little boy. Join us and hand over the girl, I'll spare you."

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‎I forced myself up. "So what you're saying is... you don't want the girl to go, even if I join?"

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‎"Yes. What did you expect?"

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‎I grinned despite the pain. "Well then... I'm gonna be honest. I ain't flowing with that shit."

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‎He hit me in the face. I dropped to my knees, vision hazy. He grabbed my hair and slammed his fist into my face, over and over.

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‎_Why? Why didn't I mind my own business like always? That's what kept me alive all these years._

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‎_Is this it? Is this how I die? Such a pitiful death?_

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‎Then I heard Akita sob. He walked toward her, his fist soaked in my blood. "Now it's your turn, bitch. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight."

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‎"Help! Somebody help!" Akita screamed.

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‎I got up, staggering, ignoring the pain. I tapped his shoulder.

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‎"Don't you ever learn?" he turned.

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‎I punched him clean in the nose. He stumbled back, bleeding. "Seems like I'm gonna enjoy this fight."

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‎I slammed my leg into his left ribs. Crack.

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‎"You talk too much," I said as he fell.

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‎I walked to Akita, offered her my hand. She took it. Then her eyes went wide, looking behind me. "Watch out!"

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‎A sharp, intense pain in my back. The first thug had gotten up and plunged his jackknife into me. I spun and broke his nose with my elbow. He stared at me in terror and ran.

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‎"This ain't the last of me, black boy!" he shouted.

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‎"It's okay, let's go to a hospital," I said, carrying Akita on my back. My mother worked at one nearby.

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‎"Aren't you hurt?" she asked.

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‎"Don't talk!" I commanded.

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‎We made it. In the lobby I saw my mom. "Please, she was stabbed in the thigh."

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‎They took Akita away. Mom asked, "What happened?"

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‎"She was... attacked by... thugs..." I replied. Then dizziness hit. And I passed out.

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‎I woke up in total darkness. Buck naked. I walked forward, hoping for an exit. Then I saw a small light shimmering in the distance. I ran toward it. The closer I got, the bigger it became. But then I realized that, the light wasn't actually a light , it was a man in a full white suit.

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‎He was walking towards me, hands in his pocket, eyes glowing gold , each step he took wasn't bold , it was controlled. After noticing this I pause , he walked with a presence.

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‎It was somehow calm but teeth gnashing, soothing but disturbing, it was like being in the presence of a god . Out of fear I asked , " Who ? Who the heck are you?".