I looked out of the window and was shocked to see a girl cornered by three men holding knives in an alley opposite my house. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the girl was someone I recognized although we haven't talked to each other before. My brain started working on the possible solutions to this problem. My parents were working and wouldn't be back anytime soon. Both my sisters were studying overseas. The first thing that came to my mind was to call the police and see the situation unfold. However, the police would never be able to make it in time and who knew what might happen to the girl if things continued as they were. Another solution was to simply ignore the whole scene, as if I had never seen anything but I couldn't do that, I couldn't live with the guilt of not doing anything while someone was suffering. Then, the last solution, and the one I dreaded the most, came info my mind. I would have to go down there myself to buy some time before the police arrived. I shivered at the thought of going against armed men. Without delaying any further, I gave the police a call and quickly explained the situation to them. Then, I grabbed anything that could serve me as a weapon of shield. Even though the police told me not to do anything funny, I knew what I had to do if that girl was to be saved.
I found myself running out of my house with an iron pole, possibly from an unused pipe which was about about four feet long and a metal tray about the size of my torso with a handle in the middle. I wasn't thinking about much as I ran there but I was fairly aware of some voices in my head that were telling me to stop or I would get hurt.
Considering the distance between my house and the alley was about twenty metres or so, I made it there in less than a minute. The situation had not progressed much further except that the girl was driven further to a corner and the men were steadily advancing towards her, like a predator playing with its prey. Without any warning, I dashed forward and tackled the man closest to me. He fell down with a loud thud and while his two friends were too dazed to react, I placed myself in between the men and the girl.
I felt like a knight in shining armour protecting a damsel in distress from the evil men but that feeling was short-lived as the three men looked seriously angry at my interference and my courage was slowly turning into fear. I began to tremble and my legs felt like jelly, ready to buckle without a moment's notice. However, by sheer willpower or maybe because it was my masculine instinct, I stood my ground and waited for my opponents to make their move. After all, my main objective was to buy time for the police and minimize any injuries that I could get.
It wasn't long before one man, that one I tackled earlier, rushed at me with his knife in the air. Lucky for me, my iron pole was much longer than his knife so I managed to hit his hand away, effectively disarming him in the process, and delivered a kick to his stomach that sent him groveling on the cold floor. Upon seeing this, his two accomplices rushed at my in the same fashion as the first man.
Everything happened so fast. I myself didn't know how I managed to react so quickly. I blocked one of my opponents with my tray but the other man was attempting to stab my chest. I dropped my pole because it was too long and used my bare hand to stop the blade. I felt my right hand become numb as blood splattered on my clothes. At the same time, I heard the girl behind me gasp and the sound of the police siren blaring in the background. The men's faces contorted in fear as they cursed and tried to run away but were caught by nets shot by the police.
I slumped down on my knees, the knife still impaled in my hand and the other end of the blade protruding out from the back of my palm. I did not feel any pain, really, but I couldn't feel my whole arm. I lost track of time as my vision slowly faded. I was aware that an ambulance arrived a while later and I was rushed to a hospital. When I regained consciousness, I found my parents beside me. My mother looked like she had been crying for some time while my father had a grim expression on his face. When they saw me moving, they immediately hugged me, scolded me and my mother broke down in tears again all at the same time. The girl and her family visited me a while later and then I was hugged once again, thanked and praised by her parents. The doctor told me that I was going to be fine and that I just needed to rest for a few days as I was still suffering from 'shock' as he would call it.
I was constantly visited by my parents over the course of the next few days after being warded. My parents showed me a newspaper cutting of an article about modern-day knights and about how some act of courage could save a life. In that article, there was a picture with my face in it as well as a drawn rendition of the events that transpired that day. The girl became a good friend of mine after I was released from the hospital and she always liked to talk about the day when she first met me. It was a very hectic day indeed, that day when I decided to look out of the window.
I found myself running out of my house with an iron pole, possibly from an unused pipe which was about about four feet long and a metal tray about the size of my torso with a handle in the middle. I wasn't thinking about much as I ran there but I was fairly aware of some voices in my head that were telling me to stop or I would get hurt.
Considering the distance between my house and the alley was about twenty metres or so, I made it there in less than a minute. The situation had not progressed much further except that the girl was driven further to a corner and the men were steadily advancing towards her, like a predator playing with its prey. Without any warning, I dashed forward and tackled the man closest to me. He fell down with a loud thud and while his two friends were too dazed to react, I placed myself in between the men and the girl.
I felt like a knight in shining armour protecting a damsel in distress from the evil men but that feeling was short-lived as the three men looked seriously angry at my interference and my courage was slowly turning into fear. I began to tremble and my legs felt like jelly, ready to buckle without a moment's notice. However, by sheer willpower or maybe because it was my masculine instinct, I stood my ground and waited for my opponents to make their move. After all, my main objective was to buy time for the police and minimize any injuries that I could get.
It wasn't long before one man, that one I tackled earlier, rushed at me with his knife in the air. Lucky for me, my iron pole was much longer than his knife so I managed to hit his hand away, effectively disarming him in the process, and delivered a kick to his stomach that sent him groveling on the cold floor. Upon seeing this, his two accomplices rushed at my in the same fashion as the first man.
Everything happened so fast. I myself didn't know how I managed to react so quickly. I blocked one of my opponents with my tray but the other man was attempting to stab my chest. I dropped my pole because it was too long and used my bare hand to stop the blade. I felt my right hand become numb as blood splattered on my clothes. At the same time, I heard the girl behind me gasp and the sound of the police siren blaring in the background. The men's faces contorted in fear as they cursed and tried to run away but were caught by nets shot by the police.
I slumped down on my knees, the knife still impaled in my hand and the other end of the blade protruding out from the back of my palm. I did not feel any pain, really, but I couldn't feel my whole arm. I lost track of time as my vision slowly faded. I was aware that an ambulance arrived a while later and I was rushed to a hospital. When I regained consciousness, I found my parents beside me. My mother looked like she had been crying for some time while my father had a grim expression on his face. When they saw me moving, they immediately hugged me, scolded me and my mother broke down in tears again all at the same time. The girl and her family visited me a while later and then I was hugged once again, thanked and praised by her parents. The doctor told me that I was going to be fine and that I just needed to rest for a few days as I was still suffering from 'shock' as he would call it.
I was constantly visited by my parents over the course of the next few days after being warded. My parents showed me a newspaper cutting of an article about modern-day knights and about how some act of courage could save a life. In that article, there was a picture with my face in it as well as a drawn rendition of the events that transpired that day. The girl became a good friend of mine after I was released from the hospital and she always liked to talk about the day when she first met me. It was a very hectic day indeed, that day when I decided to look out of the window.
Terence.
