Transmigrant

‎This s**t is a masterpiece," I muttered to myself, Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement blasting in my ears on my phone. ‎ ‎The alley stretched long and empty in front of me. Then I saw her — a girl running straight at me, oddly familiar, with two guys chasing her. ‎ ‎_Finally, something interesting is going to happen,_ I thought, a light smirk forming. ‎ ‎As she got close I grabbed her left hand and pulled her into my arms. It was Akita Suzuki, a classmate. ‎ ‎"Let go of me!" she said in Japanese. ‎ ‎"Don't worry," I replied in Japanese. ‎ ‎She was shaking, worn out from running. The thugs caught up, pulling out jackknives. ‎ ‎"Let the girl go," one commanded, pointing his knife at me. ‎ ‎"Huh? I don't understand. English please." ‎ ‎They looked at each other in disbelief. ‎ ‎"I said I don't understand a word you say, idiots!" I said in Japanese. ‎ ‎One lunged. "You'll regret calling me a fool." ‎ ‎"Stand aside!" I told Akita. ‎ ‎He swung. I weaved through each s***h, grabbed his wrist, and cracked him on the jaw. ‎ ‎"Pathetic," I said as he groveled on the ground. ‎ ‎"Not bad for a rookie," the other snickered. He was taller. He looked down at me, then — boom — a gut punch I didn't see coming. I doubled over. ‎ ‎"How is he this strong?" I thought. ‎ ‎"You're quite strong for a little boy. Join us and hand over the girl, I'll spare you." ‎ ‎I forced myself up. "So what you're saying is... you don't want the girl to go, even if I join?" ‎ ‎"Yes. What did you expect?" ‎ ‎I grinned despite the pain. "Well then... I'm gonna be honest. I ain't flowing with that shit." ‎ ‎He hit me in the face. I dropped to my knees, vision hazy. He grabbed my hair and slammed his fist into my face, over and over. ‎ ‎_Why? Why didn't I mind my own business like always? That's what kept me alive all these years._ ‎ ‎_Is this it? Is this how I die? Such a pitiful death?_ ‎ ‎Then I heard Akita sob. He walked toward her, his fist soaked in my blood. "Now it's your turn, b***h. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight." ‎ ‎"Help! Somebody help!" Akita screamed. ‎ ‎I got up, staggering, ignoring the pain. I tapped his shoulder. ‎ ‎"Don't you ever learn?" he turned. ‎ ‎I punched him clean in the nose. He stumbled back, bleeding. "Seems like I'm gonna enjoy this fight." ‎ ‎I slammed my leg into his left ribs. c***k. ‎ ‎"You talk too much," I said as he fell. ‎ ‎I walked to Akita, offered her my hand. She took it. Then her eyes went wide, looking behind me. "Watch out!" ‎ ‎A sharp, intense pain in my back. The first thug had gotten up and plunged his jackknife into me. I spun and broke his nose with my elbow. He stared at me in terror and ran. ‎ ‎"This ain't the last of me, black boy!" he shouted. ‎CHAPTER ONE - THE ALLEY ‎"It's okay, let's go to a hospital," I said, carrying Akita on my back. My mother worked at one nearby. ‎ ‎"Aren't you hurt?" she asked. ‎ ‎"Don't talk!" I commanded. ‎ ‎We made it. In the lobby I saw my mom. "Please, she was stabbed in the thigh." ‎ ‎They took Akita away. Mom asked, "What happened?" ‎ ‎"She was... attacked by... thugs..." I replied. Then dizziness hit. And I passed out. ‎ ‎I woke up in total darkness. Buck naked. I walked forward, hoping for an exit. Then I saw a small light shimmering in the distance. I ran toward it. The closer I got, the bigger it became. But then I realized that, the light wasn't actually a light , it was a man in a full white suit. ‎ ‎ ‎He was walking towards me, hands in his pocket, eyes glowing gold , each step he took wasn't bold , it was controlled. After noticing this I pause , he walked with a presence. ‎ ‎It was somehow calm but teeth gnashing, soothing but disturbing, it was like being in the presence of a god . Out of fear I asked , " Who ? Who the heck are you?".