Vigilante

Chapter 6

SHE WAS LEAVING: Wendy was walking towards the crowded people. Willy stood there for a while and watched her go, she was as graceful as a deer; even in her non revealingly outfit that she was in, she was simply beautiful to watch. She was in those same outfit that she had worn in the morning. She was on her way home now. Willy loved the way she had tied her hair back in a relaxed fish tail behind her, it simply looked good on her. Not that Willy was a judge on hair styles, but everything that Wendy did seemed perfect him.

Willy stood still watching till she was hidden from view. Than he went inside the cafe again; drank an iced tea and had a couple of cinnamon buns and he decided what his next move should be.

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It was now past mid-day:

Without any particular reason Willy thought about the conversation that he had a few weeks ago– he had that conversation with someone whom he had considered to be a good friend; the friend was Kor-cher Sipo, an immigrant.

The conversation was of course— about Wendy, who was looking for Willy to thank him once again for helping her, and to enlist Willy on a social welfare program; Wendy Rivers was a community social worker.

The two friends were sitting on a park bench, warming themselves in the early morning sunlight. It was a cold morning:

Every living thing; men or beast were all out enjoying the warm rays of sunlight— in an almost automatic synchronised frenzy that morning: weeks ago. Whether it was, their skins or furs or feathers; that gladly drank the warm sunlight, it was evident that the sun was of a major essence for every breathing creature’s survival.

 “My friend why the long face?" Kor’cher had asked.

The lizards that had came out to sun themselves in that early morning sunshine regarded the two friends lazily, they saw them not as a threat, but as fellow early morning sunbathers.

The birds regarded them with a gleeful amusement. While the squirrels' chittering was surreal.

Kor'cher followed Willy's gaze. “Wendy the girl I told you about, she was looking— she was searching for me, but I am ashamed of what I am, that's why I hid from her.”

Kor-cher Sipo just nodded and said, “It's not the pretty face that will make your life full, it's a beautiful heart: that will make your life full.”

Willy now stood there remembering those wise words of his friend, Kor’cher Sipo.

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After Wendy had left:

Willy knew he had to release the content of the culture-tube far away from the city of New York.

Far away from, especially Wendy Rivers and far away from even his friend Kor’cher ; far away– as much as possible.

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Willy had to find a safe place to request to Andy, for a passage way to China: A portal.

He approached an alley way.

‘Andy generate a passage way from here to China please,' Willy requested by thought wave to Andy.

‘Wait Andy—’ Willy said suddenly,

He could hear voices, and now there it was again— a male voice,

The voice was threatening some-one.

Willy had to investigate, he went around the corner, he had used the Enabler to be invisible.

He now, could clearly see who it was, and what it was all about—

It was they:

It was a thug, probably one of Jack Savage or Nixon Rack's friends,

But the thug was a Coloured person, light in complexion, with an afro and he was quite skinny and tall. He was very tall, about 6 foot 7 inches.

That thug was pointing a knife threateningly and menacingly at a lady, she was carrying a black heavy hand bag. The lady was about the same height as Wendy about 5 foot 8 inches tall, but was more profoundly build; She had short yellow permed hair and she was in a baggy white and dark polka dot dress.  The lady had a small child with her.

“Hand your purse over right this instant or else, —” The thug yelled waving the knife menacingly in front of the lady’s face.

Right at that moment, Willy realized just who that little boy was. The boy was now cowering with fear behind the lady– who appeared to be his mother.

He recognised the boy as the same little boy, who had previously in the morning– dropped his lollypop in surprise: When he had seen Willy appear– just smack out of the pure thin air,

It was that little boy— because, the little boy was still wearing that, same recognisable white Pokémon print t-shirt and the red bucket hat.

At the sight of such injustice taking place, Willy suddenly felt a thick mad rage take over his entire being—

“Oh else what?” Willy's voice resounded suddenly with a severe and dangerous tone.

That now startled the thug, who turned and stared at the empty alleyway in surprise, there was no one there—

It gave the lady just ample time to swing her heavy handbag at the thug, with—

—unfortunately not enough force or power to knock the thug out, since she was just a lady swinging it,

It grazed the knife wielding thug's chin, the thug bellowed with rage and pain.

The thug then– drove the blade of his knife towards home, towards the lady’s heart.

But before the knife could stab the lady's chest and enter right into her heart, killing her instantly; It stopped! It was just inches away from penetrating her flesh and entering her heart. The knife stopped.

An invisible and powerful hand had grabbed the thug’s right hand— that was about to plunge that knife, stopping it in mid-air!

The next instant there was a loud crack—and the thug fell dazed onto the pavement with a broken jaw!

“I am very sorry ma'am,” Willy found himself saying.

At first the lady was shocked, seeing that it was just the wind talking to her. She then regained her composure and said politely, now un-afraid — “I cannot see you and I don’t know who you are, but— thank-you! On behalf of my son and myself, I want you to know that you’re a good person— thank-you!”

Willy blushed deeply, luckily he was invisible, thanks to the Enabler.

The lady or the child could not see him blush.

“Mummy, it’s the invisible Man!” the child exclaimed, excited suddenly.

Having tasted heroism, Willy decided that he wanted to do one or two more heroic deeds, before he departed for China: He was in vigilante mode.

After the police had arrived at the scene and handcuffed the thug, Willy slipped away quietly— but, not before he overhead the boy's mother trying frantically, to explain to the baffled police officers, that it was the invisible Man who had prevented the crime—

Willy smiled as he was slipping quietly away, the police officers could not see him and nor could they see him go.

He had left the scene of the attempted mugging and was in another abandoned alley.

‘Andy?' Willy thought again. ‘Are you reading me?'

Interesting concept. Can a telepath read thoughts— or can he hear them?

‘Loud and clear!’ Andy’s voice suddenly reverberated suddenly in his head.

Willy wasn’t sure if Andy was just showing off with sound effects or was it just a normal thing.

‘What is it?’ Andy asked.

‘Andy please, can you use your intelligence to locate another crime in progress please? And give me an access portal to it!’ Willy transmitted the thought to Andy.

‘Sure, agent O2, You’re the agent of Order. It’s good, now that you’ve decided to stand up to your role,’ Andy sounded pleased. ‘But when are you going to China?’

“As soon as after I’m done, dealing with one or two more of the social disarrays first— as soon as I correct them, then I will be prepared to set foot on China,” Willy said out loud verbally.

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In another part of the New York city a Mexican shop owner of a very diminutive stature was about to call it a day and close his shop, it was already past 5pm:

The Mexican's name was Moe—but, he realized that there were still a few customers loitering about within the shop, checking staff on the shelves— it was just the two heavily built males,

He'll wait: They were his customers, after the two men had left he will close shop, and call it a day.

He was just about to go towards the customer entry-exit, to turn the– ‘Welcome we're open’ sign to the ‘Sorry we’re closed’ at the back part of the sign— to discourage any further passing pedestrians from coming in.

Then after that, he would have come back to his position behind the cash register, and resume waiting for the two grown males to leave. But unfortunately the evening did not go as smoothly as Moe thought it would.

Moe was slightly bigger than any other actual size midgets, but he was just about 4 foot ten inches tall in height. Still he was a very small man.

He had not even climbed down— the stool behind the cash register that made him appear taller, when the two man, quickly turned and came right over at him.

They had black ski masks on now – and the shorter man was holding a hand gun.

“Hi, there amigos, wha–what can I do for you?” Moe asked shakily.

The two big men, both towered over him. The shorter, more profoundly built guy leered at him menacingly, “You dirty little man, we are not here for your salsa— Moe!”

Moe's heart sank, now that he thought he knew exactly, why they were there.

The one speaking, appeared to be Caucasian and so was probably his friend, the taller man also, they both had ski masks on, so the only way Moe could tell was by their voices and by their other visible features.

“I am very sorry amigo, my aunt Maria in Puerto Rico, she was so sick, doctors said she needed expensive surgery, so I sent her all the money I have and now I’m broke,” Moe said shakily, a few tears were at the verge of falling down his eyes.

“F**k your excuses Moe — you should have never, had lagged, so way – way behind on your protection payments, we are going to set an example to the others by you — you little dimwit–twit!” The shorter man said viciously,

And he raised the 9mm pistol aiming it at the poor trembling Moe’s head.

“Any last words?!” sneered the monster.

“Oh amigo – Mercy – Mercy, Please! Have mercy—” Moe begged for his life.

“F**k you!” the heartless man yelled, and he pulled the trigger —

Moe had closed his eyes cringing with fear, and he had braced himself waiting for the expected final impact of that exploding bullet —

There was a loud bang! There it came now – that was it. The bullet was coming — Moe was about to become history.