The full moon cast shadows on the ground as I walked home from my friend’s house. I kept my hands warm in my jacket pockets as I walked and listened to my music.
Zulus attack
Fight back to back
Show them no mercy and fire at will
Kill or be killed
I got lost in the words, just like I always did. However this time I was pulled away from my thoughts when someone grabbed my arm. I spun to the side in surprise and to see who it was.
“Hey little lady, what’s someone like you doing out here at this time of night all by yourself?” the tall man asked.
With the light of the moon and the nearby street lamp, I could see him pretty well. He was about five feet tall, had cream skin, no hair and an emotional feel about him. He had a strange birthmark on his left arm and distrustful, heavy-lidded gray eyes, thin lips, a pointed chin and large ears. His hands were powerful, his neck thick, and legs toned. He had piercings in four places: his upper lip, his lower lip, his left nostril and both eyebrows. I just looked at him momentarily before trying to pull away but his grip only got tighter.
“Hey, I asked you a question!” he demanded as he took out a knife with his other hand.
I gulped and just stared at him.
“What? Are you unable to speak, or do you just not want to?” he sneered as he put his knife to my throat.
I was unable to call out for help or even move at this point.
“Back off, douchebag,” I heard another male voice with a heavy Swedish accent say.
The guy looked up and behind me. I turned my head and saw a man who looked about six feet tall with long blonde hair, tattooed arms, piercings in both his ears and one in his nose, and had blue eyes.
“Or what? You gonna stuff meatballs down my throat?” the man who was threatening me said.
“I might, or I might shove them up your-”
The blonde haired man was cut off as the other rushed him, leaving me free to run away. The only thing was, I wasn’t able to. There was something keeping me there. My brain was telling me to run and get the hell out of there, but my heart was telling me I needed to wait and see what the outcome of this would be. The blonde haired man seemed to just barely dodge the knife before grabbing the wrist as he tripped, shoving him into the ground.
“If you ever cross my path again, you won’t be so lucky,” he said before letting the bald man go. The guy didn’t even try to grab his knife, he just hurried away.
The Swedish man brushed himself off and started coming near me. I took a step back.
“Oh, I won’t hurt you, I swear. My name is Hannes. Are you okay?” he asked gently as he stopped.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Good, would you like me to walk you the rest of the way home?” Hannes offered and I nodded again.
He smiled tenderly and we started walking. I was still a little hesitant though so I stayed on high alert.
“So, mind telling me your name?” he asked as we walked. I looked at the floor.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked curiously, stopping. I looked up at him and pointed to my throat.
“You…have a sore throat?” he guessed.
I shook my head and sighed as I pulled out my phone.
“I physically am unable to talk. I’ve never been able to my whole life. The doctors say I was born mute.”
“Oh, I see. Do you know sign language?” he asked and I signed yes.
“I’m gonna guess that means yes,” he chuckled softly. I smiled and nodded.
“Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone for a second?” he asked. I handed it to him, and that’s when I realized I had relaxed quite a bit. He typed something then handed it back to me. I saw that he had added his phone number.
“If you ever want some company on a walk, feel free to text me. I’ll be free for the next few days,” he said as we started walking again.
Thank you. By the way, my name is Sophia, I texted him. He pulled out his phone and smiled.
“You’re welcome, Sophia. That’s a pretty name,” he complimented. I smiled as a thank you. We got to my apartment and I pointed to it.
“This is where you live? It doesn’t look very safe,” he commented, and he was right. It wasn’t in the safest area in town but it was the cheapest place I could find. I shrugged with a small smile.
“Alright, well like I said, if you have any trouble, text me, okay?” he told me and I nodded. We said goodbye and I went inside. After I had gotten cleaned up, it hit me.
No way…that couldn’t have been him…
I double checked the internet and his contact. Sure enough, it was who I thought it was.
The drummer for Sabaton just saved my life!
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