Capturing The Angel of Death

k him up, but he knew better than to disturb his master for such trivial matters. Marcelo was always busy and was nobody's personal driver. His master had already done

istance and covering it on foot was much more stressful than he had imagined. But he had started, and there was no turning back home. Hi

to enter a strangers vehicle, especial

led in martial art or self defense techniques, so being captured by any of those evil doers practically meant death for him. He increased a pace a bit and hurried his b

evilish schemes. Being outside during such period was definitely a gamble of life and death and the odds weren't in the favor of life. Death was alm

aniac and easily stood out amongst the normal passerbys. He ignored the eyes, but no matter how much he tried to keep himself from overthinking everything, his

fraid. He had never walked home this late before and this was all because he had decided to get greedy and work overtime. Everything around him screamed danger and the more he thought about i

s victim's tone had knocked him back to his senses, but also at the same time revealed a more devastati

man towering over his fallen body, and fear dug deeper i

fore taking the outstretched ha

thized. He would've offered to help, but there was no telling what this boy had done that warranted him

e" The stranger advised b

mself to keep walking. Cursed people always brought trouble wherever they went, and associating this stranger only meant reducing his chances of survival. Marcelo had always told

short sprint. Without wasting a second, he bolted after the strangers and caught up within few minutes. He just cou

he boy had expected him to come back, but he ignored it. He normalized his breathing, and made few steps cl

after the fleeing man, only remembering to search himself after he had begun the chase. His phone was missing and so was his wallet. He h

t at the same time cursed himself for thinking that this b

dn't care less at the moment. He had spent his entire childhood and most of his teenage days running away from bullies and those little sprints had paid

ng murmuring that filled the air. Everywhere around them had suddenly gone damp

please. Act like we w

hadn't ran off after robbing him. It was obvious that pickpocketing was rampant around here and any hurried movements always grabbed attentio

th the thoughts of him being the reason for this boy's death. He w

stered up a smile and extended his arm for the boy who's teary face had instantly turn

up a bit, but there were still some tra

ing it home before sundown and this was all thanks to this bastard. He had managed t

d back there. I'm really s

trouble for just the little interaction they had before. Any more might lead to a more danger

hael by

to die anyway, so it would be fair to exc

efore the vibration of his ph

lling, and it w