Steel Heart

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<1> Reunion

They said everything happens for a reason. So when my car crashed and straight into a troubled man barely past his teenage years I asked the voice in my head, what exactly, is the reason for this.

The bump itself was rough and the sound echoed on the lonely pavement. For a second I debate on leaving him there and hope for the best. But I wasn't that keen on having that dreadful exam as well so I figured maybe this was the reason I've crashed and perhaps killed a man on the process.

The road was empty of anything. Not even a stray and a little bloodied young man, almost hidden under the bumper of my car. It almost looked like it's barely hanging on.

I frowned and squatted low, besides his head. With my index finger, I slowly touched him. Once. No movement. Twice. Still none. On the third time —since people said it's a charm, I don't really understand that— I poked the tip of his nose and his face scrunched up and his nose twitched.

That must have mean he's alive.

I really don't know how to perform CPR or anything health related since I tend to really stray away from those things. But right now, I know I can't. This man needed help and he needed to live. His whole life in front of him. He has a future.

He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping but the bloody patch on the side of his face told me otherwise. I pulled out my phone and dial for help.

I couldn't exactly call 911 or emergency cause I myself is an anomaly of the system. I couldn't be known or show myself in public.

So I called the next best thing. "Daisy here. And I still won't tell you what is it— Though it's not your motor circuit that's for sure."

"Daisy." I interrupted. "I have an emergency. I crashed into a person."

She screeched and I could hear the sound of pots falling on the background and a glass breaking. "You killed a person?!"

"Crashed." I corrected. "Big difference."

Really big difference. There were beeping sounds, signalling Daisy was pulling up my location and then— "Stay where you are. I'm coming."

I put my hands on my knees and stared at him. He looked no older than twenty five at most— His hair is an odd colour, white but not grey. He must have dyed it. His skin was pale and his lips were blue, I couldn't figure whether it's because of the crash or it's really like that but before I could figure out he groaned and his eyes opened.

They were red and bloodshot, he wasn't crying so why is it?

I frowned and stared at him trying to figure out the cause of his sickly, weird complexion.

"Who the hell are you?" He cursed. He tried to got up but grunted instead.

"Help will come soon. Please try to be still." I said, head tilted to the side, curious to see more.

"I don't need help." He barked, "I need to get on my goddamn bike and—" He cursed again, his head falling down on the concrete with a loud sickening thump. I could almost hear the crack of his skull.

Before anything worse could happen, I heard a familiar rumble which was a tell tale sign for Daisy's saving kit. Or my getaway car more importantly.

"Okay now, back away from the poor man, L." Daisy barked, her pretty shoes click-clacking on the pavement, weirdly enough the sound always triggered a sense of calm over me. It's something I've known since I was small, one constant thing in my life.

It was that and the smell of old leather and dust in the air, yellow light flickered on the walls and the faint sense of softness. I think it was a blanket. It's one of my closest yet farthest memory. Familiar yet some details are fuzzy, forgotten from age.