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Chapter 8 by Tnaisawesome Tnaisawesome

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You hear screams

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You hear screams and start running towards them. Four kids, young teenagers, it seems, are kicking a senior as he lies on the ground, shouting for them to stop. Are they robbing him, or is it just random ****? You are not sure.

You notice a knife in one of their hands. Still, it looks like you should be able to stop them, after all you are a grown man and they are just kids. Shit. You don't really have a choice here. You channel your inner action hero, and charge the kids, screaming loudly while flaring your arms.

"LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE, YOU FUCKERS!"

"Oh, fuck, he's crazy," one of the kids say and they scramble, leaving the old guy **** on the ground. You can't help but feel a bit proud about yourself, having fought off the perps. Then you turn your attention to the victim. Unfortunately, the man has been injured in the altercation and is in need of medical attention. You quickly call the police and an ambulance, explaining the situation to the operator. An ambulance arrives quickly, and two EMTs are able to stabilize the old man.

"Thanks for taking action," one of them say. "We have to hurry to the hospital, but a police patrol is on its way. Please stay here, so you can give a detailed statement about the perps."

"Of course," you say. You've always been a law-abiding person, and you're not going to stop tonight.

While you wait, however, you catch a glimmer in the corner of your eye. You bend down to take a closer look and find a golden ring! It must belong to the old man, you think.

It's strange. As if you hear a quiet whisper of your name in the wind, and the ring feels warm in your hand. It's like it's calling out for you, **** for you to put it on.

But it's not your ring, of course.

You wait for what feels like forever. Finally the cops arrive. {if Luck>0}You immediately get the feeling that there's something off about the male cop. You get this vibe of corruption from him. The female seems different - at least better than the other guy.{endif}

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