Chapter 13

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A gang of hoodlum boys were sprinting their lungs out on the street, holding precious pieces of gold and jewellery. They dodged Helena's squad when they approached.
A few adults followed, shouting for them to return the jewellery.

"Thieves! Let's chase them!", Anne shouted.
Sally, Helena and Anne did a fast sprinting start and chased in the gang's direction.
Ivy didn't like running, so she stayed behind to look after their bags.

"Alright, they are going in different directions. Each of us target one and keep chasing!", Anne commanded.
Sally kept chasing the group that turned left into another alleyway, as Helena and Anne kept chasing the bigger group.

All the boys were aware that they were being chased by powerful sprinters. One boy decided to make a sacrifice, and poured out his sack of untouched diamonds onto the ground behind them.
Anne wasn't paying attention to the ground, causing her to trip over the diamonds.
"Don't worry, im fine! Keep chasing!", Anne screamed at Helena.

Helena listened to Anne, and kept chasing after the boys that she could see. Most of the boys in the group had already dissembled into other side streets.
Helena's legs were getting painfully tired.
"Think about your lives! There are people who love you and care about you! Be more than careless thieves, be real humans!", Helena shouted at the top of her lungs.

One boy who was holding a ceramic vase seemed to slow down after hearing her speech, but the others still continued running at the same speed.
Helena sprinted at the boy closest to her, and jumped onto him, knocking him over onto the ground.

After the boy attempted to get up, Helena managed to grip his inner T-shirt. The boy tried fighting away, only for Helena to strengthen her grip.
The boy smashed his vase onto the ground. Helena dodged as fast as she could from the shattering pieces of ceramic, ripping a piece off of his t-shirt in the process.

The boy ran away, leaving Helena on the ground.
Helena looked dully at the shattered pieces of the vase.
There was blood.

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