The supreme

That Incident...

So, there I was, walking down the not-so busy streets of the city, probably not so busy as it was the early hours of the morning. Anyway, I was ready to take out a group of petty men that were in the human trafficking business and had been selling women for the past few weeks overseas. My grey knee high, heeled boots clicked against the ground. I didn't bother to be quiet, I wanted them to hear me-let then know Karma's coming. My camel coloured floor length coat blew gently in the wind as I fastened it tightly displaying my waist, it's fur trim keeping my neck warm. All I can say is thank god I wear jeans for it is far too cold to be girly. As I was walking, click click, I see the three men that I was suppose to be sending to hell beating on this poor teen boy. I must say, this kid has some fight in him, like how quick paper catches a flame but the cheap trick used by these men caught him off guard earning him a ghastly stab in the side by one of their pathetic knives. The poor kids skateboard was cast aside along with what appears to be a bat that has certainly made contact with flesh. Ive had enough of this bystanders  personsa and decided to end this, I had leftovers to eat and also TV to catch up on. I ponder over, them not hearing me as they were to busy egging each other on with kicking this clearly injured child.
"Ahem," I cough. They turn around,shocked, as I quickly kick each of them roundhouse in the face, them falling like limp fish to the cold ground. I quickly race over to the boy, placing a hand on his chest trying to reassure him everything will be alright. I grab his discarded belongings as I take one of his arms, fling it over my shoulder and support most of his weight. I had to get the kid and I out of there, in case the cops came sniffing around. I take him to a backstreet alley that was a bit away from the, well, crime scene. It was then the kid started groaning and cussing in agony at his wounds. I didn't even know this kid yet I wanted to take all his pain away, even if it meant I was in pain myself. I crouch in front of him, wiping an escaped tear fleeing down his cheek as I feel the sudden heat of his burning blush, bless. He continues to groan in agony as I notice the blood oozing out much faster suggesting that this is not some little scrape easily fixed with a band-aid and a kiss. I immediately join his left side, taking him into a tight embrace as I place firm pressure with one hand on top of the other.
"Love, this isn't looking so good," I say as I notice the pain he's in. He calms a little as I speak. As I never carry a cell, I notice one poking out of the top of his green shorts, grabbing it as he squirms and blushes furiously beneath my touch. I dial for an ambulance, describing the degree of his injuries. "Well isn't this fun," I sarcastically slur earning a chuckle from the kid. Wanting to make the kid feel at ease, I decide to further pursue a conversation with him. "Love, what's your name?" "I-it's Y-Yata, miss." His voice sounds harsh like broken glass with a hint on innocence and youth sprinkled on top. "Well, Yata," I add, "looks like we are in a shitty situation." He looks up to me, his hazel eyes coated with a sheen of fear and dread. I squeeze him in response. I rub the top of his hand for comfort when the sound of ambulance sirens echo through the air. The back of the ambulance flies open allowing two paramedics to flood out and over us, analysing Yatas' condition. Yata begins to panic when they introduce medical terminology into their dialogue as they carry him into the back of the ambulance. My mind is all over the place when suddenly a voice snaps me straight out of it. "Miss, are you coming?" A paramedic shouts as he begins cleaning Yatas wound. I nod and walk to the back of the ambulance. How could I just leave him?