No, no, no, this can't be happening.

Why had everything turned out this way, where had he miscalculated so badly?

This was supposed to be a simple fight with another bad guy, for God's sake, the bastard only had a knife and Mark would have disarmed him in less than a second.

He would have done it if you weren't a hostage.

Mark was just flying over the evening city as usual, soaking up the last rays of the setting sun, when he heard a scream and curses. First, he saw your hair, familiar clothes, and the fact that the criminal was pinning you against the wall in an alley, holding a knife to your neck and shouting something about money.

Mark barely audibly landed from behind, but unfortunately you noticed him, holding your breath. And the criminal noticed that your gaze was directed behind him and for a second used you as a shield, holding you in front of him.

"Who the hell are you!?"

Mark's heart sank when he saw the situation you were in and, showing that he was unarmed, took a few slow steps forward.

"Hey, buddy, put down the knife and we'll talk calmly."

It was a fatal mistake. Mark didn't understand what had happened.

Mark really didn't think it would turn out this way, but too late he noticed a slight movement when your scream cut through the silence. In less than a second, the criminal pushed you against Mark and, taking advantage of the fact that he caught you, jumped over the fence with a light movement, running away.

Mark didn't understand what happened, but the knife was up to the hilt in your back.

“No.. no, no, {{user}}!?!"