Ch.3
January 1, 2013
I opened my eyes to enter a world of darkness. It was my room at 4 in the morning; I quietly stared at the flashing blue light of my computer as it splashed onto the smooth green painted walls. Using what strength I had at the moment I rolled up and sat on the bed. In the last few days Sam and I decided to become the vigilantes of Palm Beach County. We never got around to making cool super hero names, but people started calling us the silent ninjas. I let out a light laugh as I sprung out of bed and made my way to my closet. I grabbed my usual attire for a night of ass kic...I mean crime fighting; Black tee, black jeans, a pair of gloves, an old Naruto head band, a cloth to cover my mouth and nose, my trusty cross necklace, and to top it off a red Bō secured to my back. I ran to my window, pushed it open, and grabbed my hooded cloak while I jumped out the window. Some idiot was robbing the local weapons store just 3 miles from my position. I ran towards the crime and within five minutes I was there. I was half expecting to see Sam, but he told me he was training...where? I don't know. I waltzed into the store through an old broken door and saw a young man, about in his twenties, with a handgun pointed at me. Instantly I jumped to the right, landed on the wall, pushed off with my legs, executed a front flip and landed crouched in front of the thief. By this time he shot and missed fifteen times and the gun he was holding could hold seventeen shots. Before he could realize where I was, I detached my Bō and knocked the gun out off his hand while doing a back flip. I landed in a defensive position facing the man. He had a beautifully crafted sword that gleamed purple. With confidence in my Bō I went for his midsection, but upon impact I heard a crack. The world began to slow down as I looked at my broken Bō. I stared in horror that my only weapon was shattered by an ordinary blade with only one swing. I felt an shock of pain ripple through my body with the origin being my heart. Another shock of dulled pain came from my forehead. I crashed, hard, on the cold tile. The floor was wet with blood, my blood, which was pouring from a small hole in my chest. I managed to stand on my feet panting from the effort to resist the sweet call of death. My headband fell from my head destroyed by a different bullet. My vision blurred and I saw two of everything. In a last ditch effort I threw my spear like Bō as a javelin. I heard a scream as the man who shot me was pinned to the wall by the stick in his chest. He uttered one last curse and vomitted out blood. The blood splattered my face as the man fell limp on the wall. My adrenaline level dropped and my near lifeless body kissed the rough ground.
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"I can't believe he's alive yet alone healed so fast"
"And he's only a kid I mean what the hell was he smoking?"
I opened my eyes; bright light flooded my sight and stung like salt. I let up a soft moan and attempt to sit up. My vision focused. I was in a hospital and dressed in the dreadful garments. An IV was in my arm and I was alone. I surveyed my surroundings and found a chair with clothes, a wrapped gift, and two notes. I stared to change and noticed the bandages around my chest and head, where I got shot. How was I alive after that? I couldn't answer that question myself. I finished getting dressed, which consisted of clean ass kicking attire minus the headband and Bō, and read the letters. The first one read:
"Here are some new clothes for when you wake up. If I'm not there and you read this then I'm out running some errands. Don't run anywhere! Love, Mom"
I thought about it and with eyes wide I knew my identity was figured out. Sweating bullets I opened the other one. It was from the owner of the weapons store. It contained details of the blade that was used against me and a thank you for saving his shop. Letting the joy that I was appreciated cancel out the fact my identity is now public, I tore at the wrapping of the gift nearby. It was the sword. The very sword that scrapped my Bō was now mine. I strapped the scabbard unto my back, threw my cloak on, and jumped out the window. An amazing amount of air resistance blew my hood back and made it hard to open my eyes. It was refreshing. Wait a minute... my eyes snapped open like a triggered mouse trap. I was falling from the hospital's tenth story. The ground was quickly getting closer and closer every passing second. I spread out my arms and legs to slow me down while I prepared my being for "landing" all at the same time praying that I could fly. Seconds from a painful end and a transformation from man to pancake, my body began to feel light and floated only inches from the side walk. I hovered through the air as fast as I could home thinking 'When have I been able to fly?!?' with a huge smile on my face and not a care in the world. BAM! I hit a Mc Donalds billboard face first and hit the ground like an insect getting hit by a fly swatter. Got up, dusted off myself and flew home. I spotted the black roof of the house and landed in the driveway. It was a blue house in a quiet neighborhood of the city of west palm. I crawled in through my window and threw myself unto my soft bed. Rolled to my side and pressed the unlock button on my phone. It read 23:30; January 8, 2013 in Comic Sans MS font. I was unconscious for seven days and no message from Sam... I wonder what he has been up to...
