Samantha Flynn

Chapter 5

7:30 p.m.

~~With the lights out

     It's less dangerous

     Here we are now entertain us~~

(now playing: Smells like teen spirit - Nirvana)

I'm here outside a pizza place holding two boxes of pizza in my right hand while the other hand is holding my iPod.

I've decided to reward myself some pizza for punching the douchebag earlier. I'm happy because I know I'm not the girl before anymore.

I turned off my iPod, took off my earphones and put it inside my jacket.

As I was walking towards my car at the parking lot, a guy grabbed me and I felt a sharp object at the right side of my body.

"Give me all your money and pizza or I'll dig this inside your body," he said.

Four years ago, I was trained for self-defense so, in this kind of situation I know what to do.

But before I can handle the situation, I feel the man moving away from me. Like someone's grabbing him from behind.

Then it happened so fast.

As I turn around, a guy wearing black hoodie jacket and sneakers punched the mugger.

The mugger lost his balance but regained it quickly. He thrusts his knife towards the gut but, the guy quickly sidestepped but it gazed his left arm.

When the mugger saw red stains where he gazed him, he ran.

I immediately went towards the guy.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Duh, I know he's not alright because of his gazed arm but, i'm still in a shock because of what happened.

He was holding his gazed left arm to stop the bleeding. He was wearing a hoodie so I can't see his face clearly.

But when I saw it, I gasped.

It was He-Who-Can't-Be-Named.

It was VOLDEMORT...

Joookkkeee! Did you get the Harry Potter reference?

-_- You didn't get the reference? *sigh*

Fine, I know that you've already guessed...

It was Luke..--err-- I mean that Stefano Hairy Tequila guy.

Why do I have to joke in this kind of situation?

"Do I look alright? Woman, i'm bleeding here," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know. C'mon let's get you to my car," I said.

"What!? What will you do to me and where will you take me!?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm gonna treat you idiot. We'll go to my place and don't worry, I WILL NOT gonna do something bad," I assured him.

"No way! You just could've get me to a hospital," he complained.

I rolled my eyes again.

"The hospital is too damn far and your wound isn't that serious. It just needs first-aid and trust me, I know that stuff," I reassured him.

"Let me see your wound," I said.

He hesitated for a moment but he agreed.

I pushed his sleeve up and looked the wound closely with the light of my phone.