when something on the edge of his vision. A scruffy-looking man in a hoodie launched himself towards a young woman, pushing a pram just past the turning. Michael had seen this before, the man’s intention was to jump the woman and probably rob her, it had almost happened to him in the past.
He was running before he knew it. His limbs ached with the effort, but he willed them to work faster. There was no way he was going to let this woman get hurt. Jasmine ran after him, shouting something he couldn’t quite hear. The hooded man jumped at the woman, slamming his hands on her shoulders. The woman fell with a yelp, and her guardian, a blonde angel, immediately knelt beside her.
The hooded man grabbed the woman's purse and tried to wrest it away from her. However, in her shock though she held on tight, looking panicked. Michael shoulder-barged her attacker away, knocking him to the ground. The man rolled into a crouch and stood quickly, sneering.
“ You bastard, what da fuck you think you doing.” He threw a punch at Michael's face, connecting hard and knocking Michael to the ground.
The woman crawled round to her pram, where her baby had started screaming. The man got up and tried to kick Michael, who had yet to pick himself off the floor. Michael grabbed his foot and twisted, and the hoodie wearing man yelled more curses. There was a shout from somewhere and the man shook his foot free swearing. The mugger ran off without another word, trying to escape.
Michael got up and tried to run after him but Jasmine held him from behind, shaking her head. As Michael's gaze followed the thief, something seemed very wrong not with the man himself, but his guardian angel, who looked warped, twisted in some way.
Chains grew out of the ground wrapping around her legs and hooking into her tattered wings. She probably had been beautiful once, but her clothing was stained black and red, and her features were distorted. She turned to regard Michael as she followed her charge. Her eyes glowed red and he could just make out two protrusions forming on her forehead. She hissed at him, before disappearing into a side street. The look on that angel’s face sent a chill through Michael’s body.
An elderly man was helping the woman up, while his wife approached Michael and put her hand on his shoulder. The victim clutched her baby to her chest and sobbed uncontrollably, the shock of what had happened starting to wear off. The man helped her to the ground, where she sat cross-legged rocking her baby back and forth. She looked up at Michael and mouthed the words “Thank you” through her sobs, her angel mirroring the gesture.
“ You did a good thing there son. Me and my husband saw it all. Are you ok?”
Michael blinked trying to shake the image of the mugger’s guardian out of his mind before replying. His face ached where he had been hit but otherwise he felt ok; just shaken up, and very tired.
“ I’m fine, thanks. Last thing I expected to be doing today though.”
“ Well you did a very good thing. You should be proud,” the elderly woman said, walking over to her husband and away from him.
Michael didn’t feel like hanging around, especially not for the drama of having to give a statement to the police - assuming they were even called and turned up. Mugging was routine in London. It was a sad reflection of how inner city society had developed.
He knelt beside the victim to look her over and check if she was ok before getting up and walking off. No one made any protest and the old couple said they would stay by the young woman. Michael thanked them and walked off. Jasmine supported him clutching both her slender hands to Michael’s arm.
“That lady was right, you know. You did do a very good, but a bit of a stupid thing. You're not exactly on top form yet.”
“ I couldn’t help myself, It was instinct. I hate people preying on the vulnerable” Michael yawned and rubbed his cheek absent mindedly.
He was running before he knew it. His limbs ached with the effort, but he willed them to work faster. There was no way he was going to let this woman get hurt. Jasmine ran after him, shouting something he couldn’t quite hear. The hooded man jumped at the woman, slamming his hands on her shoulders. The woman fell with a yelp, and her guardian, a blonde angel, immediately knelt beside her.
The hooded man grabbed the woman's purse and tried to wrest it away from her. However, in her shock though she held on tight, looking panicked. Michael shoulder-barged her attacker away, knocking him to the ground. The man rolled into a crouch and stood quickly, sneering.
“ You bastard, what da fuck you think you doing.” He threw a punch at Michael's face, connecting hard and knocking Michael to the ground.
The woman crawled round to her pram, where her baby had started screaming. The man got up and tried to kick Michael, who had yet to pick himself off the floor. Michael grabbed his foot and twisted, and the hoodie wearing man yelled more curses. There was a shout from somewhere and the man shook his foot free swearing. The mugger ran off without another word, trying to escape.
Michael got up and tried to run after him but Jasmine held him from behind, shaking her head. As Michael's gaze followed the thief, something seemed very wrong not with the man himself, but his guardian angel, who looked warped, twisted in some way.
Chains grew out of the ground wrapping around her legs and hooking into her tattered wings. She probably had been beautiful once, but her clothing was stained black and red, and her features were distorted. She turned to regard Michael as she followed her charge. Her eyes glowed red and he could just make out two protrusions forming on her forehead. She hissed at him, before disappearing into a side street. The look on that angel’s face sent a chill through Michael’s body.
An elderly man was helping the woman up, while his wife approached Michael and put her hand on his shoulder. The victim clutched her baby to her chest and sobbed uncontrollably, the shock of what had happened starting to wear off. The man helped her to the ground, where she sat cross-legged rocking her baby back and forth. She looked up at Michael and mouthed the words “Thank you” through her sobs, her angel mirroring the gesture.
“ You did a good thing there son. Me and my husband saw it all. Are you ok?”
Michael blinked trying to shake the image of the mugger’s guardian out of his mind before replying. His face ached where he had been hit but otherwise he felt ok; just shaken up, and very tired.
“ I’m fine, thanks. Last thing I expected to be doing today though.”
“ Well you did a very good thing. You should be proud,” the elderly woman said, walking over to her husband and away from him.
Michael didn’t feel like hanging around, especially not for the drama of having to give a statement to the police - assuming they were even called and turned up. Mugging was routine in London. It was a sad reflection of how inner city society had developed.
He knelt beside the victim to look her over and check if she was ok before getting up and walking off. No one made any protest and the old couple said they would stay by the young woman. Michael thanked them and walked off. Jasmine supported him clutching both her slender hands to Michael’s arm.
“That lady was right, you know. You did do a very good, but a bit of a stupid thing. You're not exactly on top form yet.”
“ I couldn’t help myself, It was instinct. I hate people preying on the vulnerable” Michael yawned and rubbed his cheek absent mindedly.
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