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Chapter 11 - Chapter 11- Journey into the Past I

Then suddenly, it was kicked in the face, "Shut the fuck up! To even live for others you need to have strength, I asked you how to become strong and it led to this. Once again, how do I unlock the soul space?!"

John was not always like this… He was once a person who liked to help others without being asked until...

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"Sorry"

"Excuse me"

"Please"

"Thank you"

"Pardon me", 

A tall boy of around seventeen years old ran through the streets, his long platinum blonde hair flying in the air as he ran like the wind, pushing in between pedestrians, looking back every few steps he ran, he looked back at his pursuers, seven boys holding bats and sticks.

He turned around, now with his front facing his pursuers, and smiled at them, the hooligans pursuing him felt as if they were looking directly at the sun, then he spoke, 

"Oh! Come on guys, I didn't even do anything… They only kissed and caressed me a little, we didn't even get to do anything… You guys saved our day… my day and yours, as they simply didn't cut it… they praised me though… I liked that... as you see…", he rubbed his face as if it was the most precious gem, "I'm quite insecure, I don't believe I'm as handsome as they say, so I have to be praised constantly and your girlfriends did that.

Then, it all snowballed from there, thank you, bros, for not letting my standards fall so low, and for that I thank you", then he did a shocking thing, he stopped running and bowed to the hooligans, then he turned around and continued running.

The hooligans thrown off by his sudden apology stopped and felt that he was wise, seeing as he apologized, then they were like… Stop! This f*cker just roundaboutly insulted our girlfriends, they looked at each other and felt really stupid.

"STOP THERE! You sleek-mouthed bastard, you think you can get away?!!", the boss shouted, a man with a ferocious face and a stocky build.

"Psst… psst… boss, he already has, we can't see him anymore, and your voice is too loud, people are looking at us like fools", one of his fellow hooligans whispered.

He looked around and found that people were really looking at them as fools and got ashamed because he knew that their dirty laundry had been hung out to dry.

"Search through the crowd, with that face and height of his, there's no way he can't be found among this crowd. Search well, we have to wash away this shame!", he ordered.

"Yes boss!!!!", they shouted.

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A block away, John patted his chest in relief. He didn't expect the hooligans to gain a sudden burst of wisdom and search through the crowd where he was hiding, if not for the nice people in the crowd that were like,

"Handsome boy, this way", an old auntie said and some other girls, why didn't the boys and men help him, he didn't know and he didn't care but they sure did save him, he might have been beaten up and tossed into a river.

'Well, time to head back. But those women sure were fiery, were they femme fatales? Can't say they were beautiful but they sure were dangerous. They would have stopped searching for me by now, right? Well, I sure hope so.", John thought.

It only just crossed his mind that he should look around where he was. He was in a street with buildings that looked like they had seen better days, the windows were filled with holes, most of the doors were torn off their hinges.

The air rang with dogs barking, gun shots sounded every 10 seconds, and shouts of pain and anger.

'Oh come on! What dark side of the society did I land in? And how the hell did I run this far in without being killed or are the bullets shying away from me because I'm too handsome? Well, let's go see what's going on'

He started walking over to the place where the gunshots were resounding from by following his ears and when he got there, he found a scene straight from a movie, a men in suits with luxury car doors open, type of shoot out, the type he liked.

He hurriedly hid behind a building, letting his head out like a tortoise as he watched the ensuing battle.

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Five minutes later, the side that John was rooting for to win were all wiped out, there were two luxury cars, a Rolls Royce Phantom and a Porsche 911, John rooted for the Porsche and they lost, though it wasn't a surprising loss since a Porsche doesn't have as much space as a Rolls Royce.

The men who won, though unfairly, had five people on their side while the other had just two people, one capable and one inept. They also had lost two people, as their lone opponent had shot two in the head and injured one in the legs.

The tallest one among the remaining picked up his phone from his pocket and called a number, 

"Boss, the mission has been comple-

"Yes, we made sure she was completely killed"

"Yes boss", he replied, nodding his head

"Alright, boss", he terminated the call and gestured to his minions to check if any of them were alive.

Then he called them back and told them he would check by himself.

If anyone looked at his face at this time, they would find that his irises had disappeared and only the white of his eyes were showing, he went over to the bullet-riddled Porsche and searched through the bodies, the man, a bodyguard by the looks of it was dead, 

But the other passenger of the vehicle, only the man going to search now, knew but she was still alive, just knocked out, the man took out a small timed explosive from his pockets and put it on the seat, then he turned around and told his minions that it was time to leave, but before he left, with his irisless eyes he looked at where John's head was protruding from and then entered the Rolls Royce and left.

After seeing that the car left, John patted his chest, emerged from his hiding spot, and cautiously moved towards the Porsche in the distance, he leaped over the dead body of the bodyguard, though he knew that they must all be dead something told him that a person was still alive, he went over then he saw…