The life of a discarded

*Albert pov*

'I must find something to do to thank that guy.' Was the only thing on Albert's mind when he arrived home.

He could count on one finger the number of people who tried to help him outside of his mother. His father abandoned him when he discovered that he was different, his family outside of his mother looked at him with scorn or pity.

Always, the only thing that people who look at him didn't know how to live his life. Worst yet was when they where right; he still remembers the fear he felt when the group of ruffians surrounded him.

He, as a form of protest against the world did his best to get good at something. He was blessed because he found something that he loved to get good at.

All of this was useless in the face of the world's violence. His intelligence wouldn't matter if his skull was caved after all.

But when that man, the rumored martial artist of the school, came in and faced all those thugs to protect him. Faced the son of a criminal that surely had connections with dangerous people, just so they stopped bothering him.

'The way he looked at me…' He thought remembering when the situation deescalated. Paulo looked at him with nary a looked of pity. He looked at him as if he was a normal human being.

'I couldn't express my gratitude…' He cursed himself for his inability to communicate. Why can't his thoughts come out from his mouth? Why he is aways stuck inside his head?!

'I must show him that I understood his action. I must prove that I am capable of doing things like a normal person." He thought as he approached his house.

*3rd person pov Albert residence*

Albert opened the front door of his house abruptly, startling his mother who was in the kitchen. He entered quickly hugged his mother as a form of greeting, and sped to his room.

His mother was surprised by the energy of little Albert, normally he behaved so contained and proper. She must ask him later what happen to him so that he is behaving in such manner.

Albert arrived in his room, it was a normal room, of course if you ignored the giant and colorful machine that was its center. A CPU glowing with neon lights, three screens occupying a big desk, positioned in such a way that the field of vision of the person sitting in front of it was entirely occupied by screen.

Albert was a tech nerd. He since young studied computer science to show that he was capable of learning stuff even if he was different. He was self-taught, the internet was a place where you could learn everything you wanted. You just had to have the wits to find it and the will to learn. (And the balls to sail the pirate's shores.)

He first found the social media that Paulo had and found that he had only two, Instagram and tweeter. Both didn't have much on them, just a few photos of him on the gym and a few of the clips of him on competition.

He found an email link for sponsors to get to him, and with this he was able to get the info necessary to access his phone. (AN: Don't ask me I'm just trying to create a story here)

Albert began to see what were the interests that Paulo had, trying to come up with a way to thank him. That was until he found a few walls blocking his way, a VPN, if was uncommon for people in his country to use those so he got curious. Using the information that he gathered until now he worked to break his VPN.

It took a while but he managed. He was surprised to find videos of various crimes being committed and the proof of his phone being the one who posted on various sites.

'OH, this could be bad. So, the vigilante that was becoming popular was Paulo.' Albert thought connecting the dots. He knew that if he was able to find this out some other tech specialist could as well.

'First let me erase his traces. I can at least sure up his security.' Albert nodded to himself as he erased all the digital footprint that linked Paulo with the vigilante.

'His security is good, but still have too much holes that can be explored. Let me at least close these holes.' Albert began to get exited working on the cyber security of his benefactor. He felt useful even if only him knew what he was doing.

Albert ended up spending the whole night strengthening Paulo's security and reading news about the vigilante. The level of respect he felt for the man grew the more he read about his feats. He saw that the people he saved, some of them, wrote about him on the net praising and thanking him.

"I must talk to him tomorrow." Albert said out loud, surprising himself. This just secured him confidence in his decision.

*The following day Paulo pov*

I was walking in the corridors of the school with a good mood. Yesterday I followed the ruffians and terrorized them, just to teach them a lesson of course, and robbed *cough cough* I mean borrowed a car they were using to get around.

'I don't know if I will use that car but it was funny to see them confused seeing the car gone.' He thought in good mood. He found fulfillment in messing with bad people, no one ever messed with them and they were used to be the one who did the messing.

'Well, at least I will deprive them of a car.' He thought. Looking ahead he saw a familiar face, the boy he saved yesterday, Robert or something, a good kid.

"Hey mate, how are you! I see you listen to my words to heart and already began to train. You got to be careful with these muscles, they are almost popping out." He said gesturing as if he was dodging the massive pecs of the short boy. This was obviously just him shooting the shit with a peer, all in good spirits.

"I know what you do at night." The boy said suddenly, sobering Paulo as if someone drenched him with cold water.

"What do you mean buddy? I sleep at night like everyone." Paulo said, with a more forced smile. What was this guy saying? He only met him yesterday; did I post some stuff on my Instagram that outed me?

 "I know that you are the vigi-"Albert was interrupted by a hand that clamped his mouth shut as Paulo looked at his surroundings. He must take this kid to a more location to talk to him more calmly. He is a good kid so surely; he will convince him to keep a secret.

"Haha Robert my friend, let's go to a place so I can show you something." Paulo said forcing a laugh as he looked to see if anyone saw their interaction

'Man, it's only been a few weeks and I already got found out. What did I do wrong?' Paulo thought as he dragged the boy, without much strength as did not want to scare him, with him to a secluded part of the school.

(AN: Man, I got inspired and today so this chapter was nice to write. A person like Albert is surely an inspiration to all of us, what a guy!

Comment what you found of this change of pov, and if you want more action, I ask for you to wait. Our good mc has to find a good target to show them all his prowess, you cannot kill a ant with a bazooka. Well, you can but I would not advise you to do so.

As aways if you want to help me the author the link is the same https://www.buymeacoffee.com/manoelpaulf )