Moriarty The Patriot - 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓾𝓼

chapter 1

Just as she was about to enter the house we heard another very loud noise. But this time it wasn't the usual screams of our class, nor that of Aurora, but it was the sound of a car horn. and then everything went black.

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"accidenti a me che mi sono messa in mezzo di strada. porca puttana... Aagh che dolore.."

The head is heavy, and there is a feeling of vertigo that makes it difficult to orient. My hands were trembling slightly as I was trying to get up, my legs seem weak, almost unable to support the weight of your body.The heart beated fast, and every sound seemed muffled, as if it came from afar. My mind was clouded, and the thoughts confused, as if it were difficult to put together the pieces of what happened exactly. And the feeling of vulnerability,not leaving me as every movement required an immense effort.

I tried in vain to turn my head on the right side, to complete a futile attempt to elaborate the situation with a wider field of vision. 

"Where am i?"

With the few forces that remained I turned my head, which was now on the ground, to look for my brother, but not finding him made some emotions grow in my body: anger, fear, anguish, anxiety, taking me at the same time, to feel my tears come down fast from my eyes and arrive to my mouth, leaving an unexpected and not very pleasant salty taste.

"oh my, look at it.. look at how it is dressed."

"what was it thinking, being in the middle of a busy street" 

"dirty rats..."

I could hear whispers in the distance, but I was too busy figuring out what was going on and where my brother was, to realize what those people were saying. 

My vision was still blurry and I couldn't focus; so much that the moment I tried to get up, I bumped into someone.

"Ugh what the fuck- Nicole!"

"huh what.. Daniel?"

The silence between us was getting louder and louder. We stood there not talking to each other, as if to communicate telepathically, for a whole minute after moving off the road to avoid being crushed by anything. 

Finally, the whispers returned and stopped what seemed like an endless stare contest. 

They were much more capible than before, but they weren't what I expected.

First, I realized after a some time the obvious but megalodontic differences between everyday situations with that present: people were speaking English and not Italian, but that wasn't all. In fact, these bastards were insulting us;

Them, THEM standing straight and firm as if someone had shoved a pole up their ass, and dressed as a man as old as a fossil.

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OK now that I think about it, their clothes were quite fancy-BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

The point is, these people had the courage to offend other people they didn't even know in public. US.

"What are they even talking about?"

"are you stupid? these assholes have been insulting us for half an hour"