101 drabbles of Vincent Valentine #25: Savior
You were cornered as your attacker approached, knife ready in case you tried to escape. Your heart raced and you wanted to scream for someone, but fear was paralyzing you.
"Well, lil' lady, looks like you're mine," the creeper said in a lustful voice.
You closed your eyes shut, waiting for the attack, but it never came. Instead, you heard the soft click of a gun.
Your eyes slowly opened and you saw your attacker was froze, eyes wide with fear.
You looked beyond, and found a tall dark figure standing right behind him with a triple-barrel revolver pointed at the man's head.
"Move away from the girl. If you choose not to comply, you WILL regret it," the dark man threatened.
The molester moved away in terror, then ran for his life.
"You alright?" The mysterious man asked impassively.
You nodded, still shaken. Your eyes locked with his crimson ones.
This man was your savior, whoever he was.
That was how you two met. And he was still your savior, and always would be.