Our unlikely Hero looked to see the little girl emerge from behind a nearby garbage bin.
"They're knocked out," Alphonse told her. "Now go home." With that, he began to walk away; concealing his handgun in his jacket.
He walked back towards the visible light at the entrance of the alley with small and quick footsteps following him.
"Wait!" The little girl yelled. "Mister!" She once she caught up with him she ran right in front of him and blocked the entrance of the alleyway.
Alphonse stopped and raised an eyebrow at the young female in front of him.
The girl looked down and shuffled her feet; clutching the bottom of her dress tightly. Then mustering up some courage, she looked back up at her savior with a tough look on her face. "I just want you to know that I had them—I would've beat them up, but you showed up!"
Alphonse took this opportunity to view the girl's features. She had blonde hair, sky blue eyes, fair skin, and a very much unneeded attitude showing on her face, in Alphonse's opinion. "Oh really now?" He inquired, playing along.
"Yes! I was gonna kick 'em! And it was gonna hurt a lot," she walked closer to the man and put her arms up; making grabby hands in a needy way.
Alphonse took this as a sign that she wants to be carried and sighed deeply. He bends down and picks her up; his arm supporting her from beneath. After she was comfy against his side, he walked out of the dark alley.
The city was now glowing with life. The sun was fully risen above the city's skyscrapers; as if to overwatch the bustling people below. No one seemed to notice nor care about Alphonse and the little girl's sudden appearance from within the alley.
"Where do you live, kid?"
The blonde girl smiled cheerfully when Alphonse asked his question. "I don't know!"
"Of course you don't..." The man mumbled to himself, taking out a cigarette with his free hand.
"Which way did you come from?" Alphonse asked the girl, placing the tobacco between his lips.
The girl looked back and forth; gazing down both ends of the sidewalk. She pointed to the left of them. "Down there!"
The man took his free hand and got out his lighter.
"That's no good for you, Mister," the little girl told him.
Alphonse lit the end of the cigarette and placed the lighter back in his pocket. "That's right, but I don't care."
"You should."
Without another word Alphonse and his young companion headed in the direction the girl came from, but not without discussing various children's shows...
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