It has been 6 years since my parents passed away. After being discharged from the hospital and attending the funeral, my godfather, Joseph, took me to his apartment in Paris. He is an accountant for a bank. He was a close friend of my parents and was devastated when they died. Since I moved from Detroit to Paris, Joseph told my former pre-school teacher I'm going to a different school. I even attended some self defence classes in my new school. However, I was haunted by my past and couldn't move on.
On my way home, I saw one of my classmates being harassed by a man in his 30s.
"C'mon, girlie. Give me some sugar." The man said with a sickly seductive voice
"Get away from me!" She cried.
I got a closer look at my classmate. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her school uniform was wrinkled. I couldn't stand by and do nothing. I walked over and pushed the man away.
"Back of!" I shouted.
The man was clearly not impressed. He wore a grey shirt and black jeans with white trainers.
"Piss off, brat!" He shouted.
4 men came to the scene. All of them were at least 30.
"You heard him. Clear out!" One of them yelled.
"Unless you want to join in on the fun" Said the third man.
"Leave. Or I'll call the cops!" I threatened.
"You ain't gonna do that!" Said the leader and lunged forward.
I stepped to the side and kicked him in the back. He tumbled to the ground. The other 4 men moved in to defend him. I dodged, kicked, punch and clawed at them. Eventually, I was overwhelmed. They kept stomping me over and over. Until, a group of policemen charged in and tackled the assailants. The girl patted my face and told me to try and stay awake until the ambulance arrives.
I then passed out when the ambulance arrived.
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The origins of the Wolf
FanfictionYou may of heard of me. I have been called many names. The vigilante. The menace. Every criminal's nightmare. But you can call me, Le Loup/The Wolf. There is a saying: You mess with the wolf, you get the fangs. You're wondering how I became the vigi...
