My mysterious savior

I ran down the street like a madwoman as I felt in my whole being an inexplicable urge to return home immediately.

All the cells in my body were screaming at me that I had to get back there as soon as possible, that my mother needed me, and that I mustn't waste a single second more.

I had to protect my mother at all costs.

I don't know where this imperative came from but it was there ordering me in the form of an inner and authoritative voice to run toward my home. so I did it without asking for my rest

The way to my house has never seemed so strange to me. The reason is simple. I felt things that I had never felt before. It felt like every feeling in my body was heightened and it felt like my head was going to explode.

Not just exploding, that I would soon pass out and even die. It was as if my body was in pain but in time this pain soothed me. I did not know exactly how to explain my emotions at that moment but they were more than tumultuous.

Whether it's the sounds around me, even the most distant, like perhaps a person in a telephone booth, motorists screaming, vehicle horns, footsteps, all those noises that before seemed normal to me, the main characteristics of cities, these noises now make me sick.

I want to tear my hair out at all this heckling and it's not the only thing that pisses me off.

The vibrations I can feel from the bottom of my feet to my brain are unbearable.

I feel like I can even hear an ant walking on the ground and that is more than scary. What could be happening to me that makes things I didn't care about before seem so intense? So disturbing? So striking... I'm afraid.

I stopped for a moment before shifting to a small side alley clutching my ears with my hands. All these noises were so annoying and now there were these smells that I smelled that invaded my brain.

I felt both pleasant and horrible things, the food, the garbage, the diesel, and all the other smells mixed in my brain and gave me one of these waves of nausea, I wanted to understand but I had no answer to all my questions.

I didn't want to feel all that, it frightened me but at the same time, it was like a sweet temptation that gripped my chest, a sweet poison that I didn't want to let go of, feeling that it was inexorably part of me, an inseparable side of me of which I was not aware until now.

So much that it frightened me and so much that it gave me a feeling of freedom that I had never had since I was born.

I crossed my arms over my shaking body and decided to calm down. I had too many things in mind and I was afraid of bordering on a nervous breakdown so I took the time to put away all my emotions and my scary ideas

It took me more than ten minutes before I opened my eyes wide, feeling footsteps coming towards me. They were heavy but I felt something else when I heard them approach me: danger.

The voice inside me shouted at me that these people who came were not convenient so I straightened up suddenly falling on a bunch of thugs who looked at me like a piece of meat.

I took a step back before finding myself surrounded.

"Oh, what do we have here? A cute little cat but what are you doing here? It's dangerous to be here alone you know..."

I gulped before trying to shift to the side. Of course, it's dangerous since you make it that way.

I looked around but there was no way to escape, I was trapped.

The tallest man and the leader of the group walked up to me with a perverted, sly face and I realized I was in complete shit. I shifted to the side before backing up but was soon cornered by a wall behind me as these sneering hyena-like men came near me with less than laudable intentions.

I placed my hands in defense in front of me before closing my eyes and praying for someone to come to my aid as if heaven heard me I heard moans in front of me and the sound of bodies falling heavily on the floor.

But the worst was that lingering smell of blood that burned my nostrils.

I opened my eyes hastily before seeing the bodies of my attackers strewn on the ground writhing in pain and a tall, menacing figure staring at them with murderous eyes.

He was a man and he had an imposing build, he certainly had his back to me but I could see that he was well-built.

I sighed reassured and walked over to thank him before feeling like my head was throbbing.

The smell of blood, the voice, my mother.

Without waiting to thank my mysterious savior whose features I hadn't seen because he was hidden under a cloak, I ran away from this alley and headed for my house with this horrible feeling that was suffocating my senses and confusing my mind.

I needed to see my mother and find out how she is.

The man who had just saved me reached out trying to catch me but I was too fast and he gave up.

He smiled before squeezing his hand to his chest.

"I finally found you... My Luna..."

He heard a groan on the ground and his mind went back to the men he had just knocked down.

His face immediately froze and he lifted his foot almost crushing the man's head.

"How dare you desire what is mine?"

After beating these men again he came out of the dark alley and got into his car with his driver getting into the car.

" Master? Shall we look for the lady?"

" Useless... She will come to me in a while.

The driver nodded before driving off.

" Where are we going ?"

" I need to get rid of some rats in Capital City. I think after their dirty work they have already returned to Capital City. I would have liked to arrive earlier but unfortunately, this is not the case... She was at least able to protect her child..."

The driver just nodded as he left Rendall town and headed towards Capital City.

For my part, I had run to the house. My limbs were so flexible and my running so fluid it felt like I was flying.

But the moment I found myself in front of my house, an unpleasant feeling came over me.

The heavy, sickening smell of human blood around the house.

I started shaking moving slowly almost timidly towards the house as the voice told me that this blood, I knew who it belonged to and also know why it was so intense.

I shook my head internally screaming at that insidious voice to be quiet because I didn't want to hear it but it kept singing to me about how inconsiderate I had acted with my mother and now she was at the home item of death.

" it's wrong you're talking bullshit."

I screamed as passers-by looked at me strangely. I blushed with shame before hearing the voice speak again.

It told me that if I didn't believe it, I had to go and check it myself. My heart tightened in my chest and I sighed. There was no point arguing with an imaginary voice making me sound crazy in public so I better go check it out for myself.

Slowly I climbed the steps of the stairs before finding myself on the veranda of our house.

I took a deep breath and exhaled before turning the doorknob and inserting the key that I had nevertheless struggled to remove from my pocket.

I was surprised to find the door open and felt something was seriously wrong.

My mother, even though it always seemed strange to me, always kept the door closed with her inside. So that I always had a key on me even if my mother was at home.

But today the door was open. I swallowed heavily before pulling myself together, I mustn't panic.

I had to keep my calm.