"So those were some of the values of women back then, pale skin was considered to be a fair lady, when rich men came to balls mothers would be desperate to marry off their daughters to them." Your teacher babbled on about Pride and Prejudice and values of that time and era and blah blah blah.

You couldn't take it anymore!

You slipped down in your chair, bored as hell! "(Y/n) please sit up and pay attention! You don't want another detention." Your teacher threatened. You heard a few snickers from the kids at the back of the class. You wanted this torture to end!!

After another 15 or 20 painful minutes the bell finally rang, signally the end of the day. You whispered a quick "yes!" before packing your book and pencil case.

You swung your bag around your shoulder and raced out the door. You walked towards the front gate of the school and unlocked your bike from the bike rack. You hopped on and peddled out of that hell hole.

As you peddled back home you noticed that the pathways and streets were busy with buses picking up other kids and adults coming home from work. It was crowded!

You decided to go down one of the alleyways, 90% sure it'd take you the way you wanted to go. When you came out of the alleyway you continued driving downtown the less crowded pathways.

On your way you heard some cries. You followed the noise, it lead you to a more isolated alleyway and at the end of the dark passage way you saw three men picking on a boy, roundabout your age by the looks of it.

Your protective instincts kicking in, you hopped off your bike and propped it against the wall whilst you run down to the end of the alley way.

"HEY!" You yelled out to the men. They all looked at you and quickly smirked when they saw who had yelled at them. They left the boy and slowly started walking towards you.

The boy looked at you desperately, you nodded your head, telling him to run. You knew what you'd gotten yourself into. Whether you could get yourself out?....well...that was another question you hadn't answered yet.

You'd watched enough movies, you were confident you had a few defensive moves up your sleeve. But these men were larger than you, stronger than you, more than you. 3 to 1, not the best odds.

The one in the middle quickly grabbed the collar of your shirt and lifted you into air, he almost did it in a flash, quicker than the eye could comprehend.

You kicked your feet around desperate to feel the assurance of a solid ground. The man smirked, "You've made a big mistake comin down here girl."

"You've made a mistake laying your hands on that girl!"

Your eyes searched the area rapidly, wanting to know where that voice had come from.

One of the crooks was whacked in the back of the head and all of a sudden a boy in a fancy and colourful costume emerged from the shadows and started beating up the other guy.

They both fell to the ground unconscious. The boy then faced your direction.

"Let her go!" He called out. "Make me!" The thug retorted back. The boy smirked and ran up to the thug ducking at his punch and upper cutting him right in the jaw. The crook dropped you and you fell to your knees coughing and gasping for air.

The man groaned and squirmed on the ground. He then slowly struggled to his feet and ran off.

You saw a hand in front of your face and you looked up, your hero looked down on you and helped you up.

"Thankyou." You said, speechless. "Welcome." He replied before shooting his grapple on the building.

"Woah." You whispered to yourself as you watched him zip away. You gathered yourself and ran back to your bike, peddling home, thinking only about what had just happened.

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