Noah kicks a rock as he walks through the night streets of the small town he called home. There was a soft smile on his face as he whistled a tune; the night had been fun. The carnival had come to town and he had a fun time with his friends, and tomorrow morning, his father will likely have pancakes made right when he wakes up- per Saturday morning tradition. He may be eighteen, but his father never failed to treat him for the hard work he did.

He hummed, his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he made his way through the empty streets- it was nearly midnight. He'd likely get a small tongue lashing from his old man for being out so late, but it was worth it. Noah walks passed an alley way between his favorite ice cream shop and the tailor, when he hears a sound. Well, sounds.

Shuffling and whimpering, hushed whispers and the sounds of struggle.

"Just stay still... it'll be over soon." He hears a male voice mutter from down the alley, following by whimpered, rush words from what sounded like a girl. Hell, no. Noah thought to himself.

He doesn't think twice before rushing down the alley, toward the sounds and the shadows moving across the brick wall, casted by the streetlamp. He's too reckless for his own good. He can see two people at the end of the alley- a boy a bit older than him... and a girl. Around his age, maybe a year younger. He's on top of her, his hand under her dress as she struggles and whimpered, crying as he holds a hand over her mouth.

"Hey! Get off of her!" Noah shouts before thinking twice, his voice booming across the alley way. The man freezes, his head snapping up. It takes less than five seconds for the man to shoot up and rush out the other end of the alley, leaving the girl sitting against the wall, trembling like a leaf and crying, eyes wide.

Sick bastard, Noah thinks, his stomach churning with anger, before he quickly approaches the shaking thing on the ground, her pretty dress ruined. Poor thing is terrified.