1 2 Sides Of a Coin

It was midnight, when majority of the people is asleep. The cold air of the storm seemed to bless those who are asleep, but ironically at the same time, it is a nightmare for those who have no choice but to dwell in the streets, those.. who can't cover themselves from the cold.

In an empty slot surrounded by the backs of 4 buildings in the 'Soclun Street', there was a skinny 15 years-old boy with a long black hair shivering as he wrapped his arms around his legs as he sat inside a huge & almost-empty trash-bin. He was wearing a tattered oversized shirt which covered his whole body because he was only 4'5 tall. His hopeless gaze were fixed upon a flattened can besides him which has a label 'CornedBeef' in it.

He was about to close his eyes when....

*RUMBLE!!!*

A loud thunderous sound erupted from the sky, which is accompanied by a cold wind & intense rain. As if to amplify the trials he had to face.

Several droplets made it past the lid of the trash bin, the boy watched the droplets as he thought about dying.

"W-what... ha-hap-help... W-w-w-hen..." The boy muttered as if trying to say random words.

Is he gonna survive? Or is he gonna die? Is this struggle to live foolish? are my efforts in vain? Why.... ..

Many questions continued to fill his mind as tears continuously poured down from his eyes.

He lie down with his arms still wrapped around his legs. Time passed by as he, without knowing it, fell asleep.

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"Ian!! Ian!!! IAAAAAN!!!!!"

The boy woke up gasping, he opened the lid of the trash-bin as he searched for whoever called his name. Unfortunately for him, it all just came from his dream, in other words---just an imagination. Or is he going crazy???

"help.. me..." he muttered weakly, as his teary eyes scanned the area.

The place at back of 4 houses was just a square empty lot at the size of two 'small cabin(s)' with multiple big trash bins and piles of trash in it, this is clearly the place where most of the residents here throw their garbage.

Anybody would've thought about why there's still piles of trash in this place when it has multiple trash bins in it, the one he is in is even half-empty, but Ian couldn't care about things like that

It was still night time. But fortunately, the storm is out. Ian made his way out of the trash bin as he struggled to stand up, still feeling sleepy because he only managed to sleep for less than 3 hours.

He stared on a narrow path which leads the way outside of the place, there was a silhouette of a man holding a bottle walking in a rather..... bizarre.. way?

'what's.... who's that?' Ian squinted his eyes as if to identify the silhouette, but what happened after---woke him up while all hair in his body stood up

The silhouette kept stumbling around as it made its way towards Ian, which is staring with wide eyes towards the silhouette

"Damn... Everybody be livin' a good ass life while I.... while I .... Oh.." the silhouette was talking at himself when he saw the boy who looks like he just saw a ghost.

"aahhh... a girl?"

"..??"

"...."

'what?? wait no Im a--hiiiik!' Before Ian could say anything, the man rushed & tackled him down

*tud!!* both of them crashed at the pile of trash, with the man at the top of Ian

aaackkk!!!!! Ian couldn't even do anything as he spat out a little bit of blood, while the man was already licking his neck

"mmmhmmmm.... mhhhmmmm.. ahhh.. I-I thought I was forsaken.. are you a gift from.... God??" the man said as he unbuckled his belt & threw off his pants

"Hiiikk!!! no, stop! stop!!! Im not a girl!" Ian couldn't say anything else as tears kept pouring down from his eyes

"Hahaha!!! mmhmmm I f**kin love this... mhmmm" Unfortunately, the drunk man didn't seem to hear the boy's cries as he continued licking the boy's neck

"HELP!!! help me!!! someone..." Ian cried out loud, he tried to push the man off but he was unfortunately too weak

"Hahahaha... Damnn... you're making me even more horny... you're soo good at this huh?" the man laughed as he finally stopped, only to lift the boy's shirt up, only to be disappointed.

"huh???..." but the disappointment didn't last for long... The man... didn't care about the boy anymore and just kept on doing (omitted)

'Why did I have to suffer like this?? what did I do to deserve this?? I want to die.... I want to die... just kill me...' these were Ian's thoughts that kept on revolving around his mind before finally.... the survival instinct that humanity have developed since ancient times.. the fight or flight, kicked in.

Ian suddenly felt a surge of strength in his body as he gritted his teeth while his hands kept on looking for anything to use as a defense

Fortunately, he grabbed something that seemed to be a knife as he immediately stabbed the man at his body, the ribs part to be precise.

"Aaack!!!! y-yooouuu!!!" the man stared at him with wide eyes as he was met with an unexpected pain, unfortunately, before he could do anything, the boy struck again, this time... at his neck

"HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Ian roared as he fought fiercely, tonight... a warrior was born

"klggghhuy y-yoackkk" the man fell back with wide eyes as he stared at the boy with fear, his neck was bleeding so hard that his effort in trying to hold it was futile

*pant... pant... gasp..*

Ian stood up still holding the bloody knife that has a little bit of rust in it

Ian's whole body was shaking, In contrast to his eyes, which was filled with killing intent as he glare straight at the man's eyes

"HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Ian roared again as he rushed to the man while raising his knife in a reverse-grip

The man tried to get up to run away, but unfortunately for him, Ian was the first to act, thus... Ian's stab hit first before he could do what he wanted to do, the man failing to stand up resulted to him falling down again, and this time... Ian was on top of him

"shtopph!! pwese shtp!" the man cried as he tried to defend himself using his arms

"s....shtappp...."

Unfortunately, Ian couldn't seem to hear anything as he kept on stabbing and stabbing even as the man stopped defending and fell silent. Clearly, the man died a deserving horrible death