5 Hero?

"Wasn't a hero supposed to help everyone in trouble? everyone in need? So Where where you when I needed you the most?"

- a victims memoir, date unknown

The Van drove off with the woman running in tow. She was trying to chase the van but to no avail did she catch up, she tripped and fell.

'You bastards!' She was crying and desperately shouted. She had no money now. She gathered those money with great difficulty almost resorting to getting a loan. If they were to ask for more money, she couldn't give any, not unless she sold her house and properties.

Alex who was in the shadows appeared in front of the woman.

'Do you want my help?' Alex said to the miserable woman.

This scene looks perfect for the famous scene where the devil offers a pact.

The woman looked up to see a white haired boy, having two different eye colors. One was green, the other was blue. He was wearing black hoodie, camouflage pants and combat boots.

The woman was suspicious that the boy in front of him was part of their ploy to play with her. But she shrugged off the thought.

'What do you mean?' She asked.

'You know what I mean. I saw everything' Alex looked straight into her eyes.

She was surprised for a moment. But she said with strong deterioration, 'What guarantee do I have that you can help me?' She questioned him.

In truth, she doesn't believe in him nor she trust him. If it was that easy, maybe she wouldn't have to go through this trouble and directly go to the police. Still she questioned him. She tried to cling to hope.

'I have none. But I have trust and belief in my abilities' He replied with great confidence.

'If you do not accept now. You can only wait. Wait while she suffers. Wait till she's broken. Wait for the help that's never coming' Alex urged.

The woman who heard this words went back to weeping. 'I know. I know. She's suffering so much because of me. If only I had my attention on her at that time!' She cried.

'I'm not a good mother. I'm sorry Katie. Your mom's the worst' She said while tears kept flowing down her face.

'If only I had paid attention!' She was angry at herself, 'This wouldn't happen! None of this would!' While slamming the ground with her fist.

She looked at Alex with pleading eyes. 'Please save her! You can take anything you want just save her!' She said while her face rested on her palms.

Alex looked at her for a moment. He felt his chest tighten. If mom was alive when I left, would she miss me?

He nodded towards her and said 'Give me your phone'

The woman sniffled then grabbed her phone that was on her pocket and gave it to Alex.

Alex took the phone and walked away.

Alex returned to his shed after a few minutes since he took the cab. He opened his laptop and connected his phone to the laptop. His laptop was new, he bought it a few months ago, because he thought he might need it.

He looked towards the recent call history and on top of the list was the number the kidnappers probably used. He then tracked the location of the last phone call.

It was quite easy for Alex to do this. He met all kinds of people in his life in the slums. He learned from them and applied it to his life.

Things like hacking websites with low security or tracking was quite easy for him.

'Found it!' Alex smiled while his facing his computer.

The digital map pointed to an abandoned building near his current location.

Alex smirked, 'So this was where you were hiding. I promise not one of you will live long enough to hear each other's scream.

In the shed he was in, Alex also has secret compartments to it. He walked to a corner of the shed, grabbed a loosely placed plank and inside it what reveals to be a box.

Alex opened the box and anyone who saw the contents would definitely get shocked. Inside the box were a .380 ACL gun, a combat knife and what looks to be a grenade.

He took out the contents of the box, but to be safe he took out a towel and wrapped it around the grenade.

To protect his identity, Alex took out an elaborate white mask, and placed it on his face, and covered his head with the hood of his jacket. He also prepared grey gloves and wore them. Also a knife and gun belt to store his weapon.

Anyone who saw him right now would mark him as a otaku or a cosplayer, with his white hair and mismatched eyes. He looked as if he came out of a novel.

The weapons Alex has right now weren't his, it was his captors who he killed in cold blood. Those were his 'remembrances'. When he was 10, he and the other children were trafficked to be brainwashed and taught to be a loyal soldier.

He was traumatized by this event so he hardly tried to remember it. He doesn't even know where his old house was. He didn't remember who his mother was. He didn't remember anything regarding to his life from when he started to learn and know to when he was 8 years old.

'Click'

Alex loaded the gun and placed it on the belt, same for his knife. He brought a sling bag to stuff the grenade in case he needed it.

Before Alex could head out, he received a text from the phone he took from the woman.

'Don't report to the police, or that might be the last time you see her!'

another text popped out,

'Don't worry we are currently taking good care for your daughter!'

Alex was agitated, but he immediately regained composure. He closed his eyes and exhaled, 'It's time'

Alex walked the 2 kilometer distance to get to the house. He has a good memory so he had no trouble remembering it, but he also brought his trusty map and marked the abandoned building.

Not far from Alex's view was a damage and old building. Faded paintings, broken mirrors and tons of graffiti were all over the building.

'So that's the building' Alex muttered. He closed his eyes and wondered why he was doing this. But he knew in his heart the reason why.

The child reminded him of when he was young. He was lost, alone, and scared. He was happy that the mother was doing so much for the sake of her child.

He though if he had parents before he was kidnapped(trafficked). He wondered if they missed him. Or if they cry for him like the mother he met.

'The past is past! I need to leave it behind. What's happening now is a lot more important than my incessant grumbling'

Alex took out his gun and sneaked towards the building entrance.

There were no men guarding the entrance. Alex saw the coast was clear and immediately climbed towards the next floor. He could hear voices.

'Hahahaha I remember'

'Yeah he looked so pissed off that time!'

'So where is he anyway?'

'He's up there. You know none of us is into that except him'

'What? He's been there for more than half an hour' the voice said surprised.

'Yeah. I feel kinda sorry for the kid. especially when it's an old crone doing you' the man who was sitting on a chair drinking beer said

'F*ck Hahahaha!' the men started cheering and laughing.

There was a total of 5 men on the second floor.

Alex sneaked past them and climbed up another level. He faintly heard moans and screams on the 4th floor.

Alex was angry. He was late and wasn't able to prevent this from happening. He hurriedly ran towards the next floor.

What he saw was a worn out bed and a small saggy old man wielding a metal baton beating the small figure beneath him who has her arms restrained by thick ropes. She was black and blue all over, and her face swelled up with blood scattered.

'Stop! Please I don't want anymore! Where's my mommy?' A childish crying voice whimpered. 'I want my mommy!'

The old man raised his right hand and was about to slap her when.

'F*ck you!' A hand stopped him and before he could turn around a fist met the right side of his face. 'You dare do this to a child?!' Another fist went to his face.

'Who the fu...' Before the man could finish a fist met his stomach.

The man grabbed his stomach and started rolling, while too pained to shout he could only force out a whimper.

Alex cold gaze met with the man.

He grabbed him by the hair and faced towards him and coldly said, 'You are not fit to be a man'

With a large stomp by Alex, blood sprayed out. The man at this point while feeling excruciating pain below screamed, 'AHHHHHH!'

His agonizing scream woke the 5 men below in their drunken stupor.

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