Masked Hero (Request)

 

She shivered as she pulled upon her upper layer, doing everything to shake the feeling of being watched. Yes, you heard that right. It wasn’t because she was cold, despite it being nightfall. It was to try and shake the fire feeling of being watched.

 

And the only reason why she was doing so was because her friend went and ditched her at the restaurant. Sometimes, that woman was insane. She grilled her earlier for being so…losable, but it turns out, she just ran off. How could she do that?! We were in Turkey for Christ sake!

 

Her thoughts scattered when she started hearing footsteps from behind her. With a pit growing inside her stomach, she decided it would be best to speed up her pace instead of get caught by whatever creeper may be out this time at night.

 

She strained my ears to hear something, only to hear that the footsteps had sped up with her. The pit grew wider, engulfing my body into full on fear as she sped up into a run. She didn’t really know where she was going, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to get away.

 

She turned once, only to come face to face with a brick wall. Stoned walls covered either side, creating a small tunnel in which she trapped herself in. She turned around slowly as the footsteps which came behind her slowed to a stop. She saw three men, all taller than her, and 2 of them had the stance of drunken men. The two drunken men were close while the other was further away.

 

“What do you want,” she asked, pulling on her upper layer tighter, “If you’re here to rob me don’t bother. I left it where I’m staying.” One of the drunken men shook his head as chuckles irradiated from him and his other drunken partner. The seemingly sober one grew closer.

 

“It’s the middle of the night, we got rejected by a few whores and you think all we want is money,” the one slurred, taking a shaky step closer and using his hand to grab her arm and pull her closer. “Nah. That’s definitely not what we want.”

 

“Stay away from me,” she screamed, squirming against his grip, trying anything to get away from what would be coming.

 

“What are you going to do about it,” the man spoke up again, growing closer until his lips were pressed against hers. She shuttered in disgust as she could taste alcohol upon his lips. Tears started forming as the kiss grew harder, full of passion.

 

Till his head was shoved into the wall next to him, causing him to let her go as he crumpled into a heap.

 

She backed away slowly, as she watched the other drunken man stumble slightly before looking upon the eyes of the attacker. His eyes widened, the new figure’s back to her as he took one step forward. The unconscious man’s ally, taking it as an attempt in attack, stumbled over his own two feet before dashing as quickly as he could down the alley way.

 

Leaving her and her hero alone.

 

“Are you alright,” he asked, the mask placed upon his face covered his eyes with darkness yet there was still a shine of concern in them and…perhaps something else. “I’ve told them before not to mess with tourists.”

 

“Woah, woah, wait, how did you know I was a tourist?” she asked. He let out a simple chuckle.

 

“Tourists are the only ones who run into a dead alley when being chased by someone they don’t know,” he replied, a smirk still firm upon his lips, “You know…Someone like you shouldn’t be alone. Would you like a tour guide?” She shook her head.

 

“Nah, I have a friend.”

 

“Some friend,” he commented before he gestured. She tipped her head slightly, a bit confused. He shook his head in slight disappointment.

 

“Can’t I at least walk you to your hotel?” he asked. She nodded, going next to him and beginning to their destination. It was awkward for a bit. She didn’t really know how to thank him. She also didn’t know if she should completely trust him, even though he saved her life. She opened her mouth to ask him something when he bet her to it.

 

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked, his head turning to look at her. She was a bit surprised at the question. She didn’t know how to respond.

 

“I-I’m not really sure,” she said, with a slight shrug, “I guess I’ve always been a bit interested in this country over all the others.” He nodded.

 

“That’s nice,” he chuckled before catching someone, wrenching something out of his hands and shoving him away. He turned back to her with her wallet in his hand. “The only bad thing is that there are a few pickpockets and they don’t know right from wrong.”

 

“That was amazing,” she gasped, “How’d you catch him? I didn’t even know he did that!”

 

“Practice,” he chuckled, turning slightly as the familiar building of her hotel came into view. “I have another question for you.”

 

“Shoot.”

 

“Would you like a tour guide?” he asked, turning to fully see her face. “Or perhaps a body guard?” She tapped her fingers against her cheek, contemplating whether this would be a good or bad idea.

 

“How can I trust you?” she asked, wanting a good reason to trust him. He nodded slightly.

 

“Well, lets say this,” he puts his head into his hand, only for it to come back up with no mask. Good gosh he was handsome. His skin was tanned perfectly, the smirk which appeared made it even better. His eyes shinned amazingly. A slight finger snap woke her from her day dream.

“Hey, You ok there,” he asked. She shook her head slightly.

 

“W-what?” she asked, her brain still in the dream state. He let out a chuckle.

 

“I said, I normally don’t take off my mask,” he said softly, “not unless it’s for someone important.” She chuckled slightly.

 

“You think I’m important?” she asked. He nodded.

 

“I wouldn’t be going into so much trouble for you if I didn’t,” he stated, his gaze going off somewhere, “Would I?” She felt heat flowed to her cheeks before nodding with a soft nervous giggle. Her hands started messing with each other.

 

“N-no..No you wouldn’t..Um..”

 

“Sadiq, Sadiq Adnan, ma’am,” he said happily with a nod before his masked hand gently placed the item back onto his face, concealing his eyes once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He shot her a smile. “Bright and early.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that,” she called. He chuckled with a nod before he turned around and walked away, down the opposite way they came. She watched as darkness slowly replaced the area that the man had recently occupied.

 

 

 

“Oooh, he looked handsome,” her friend giggled as she caught up to her, “What’s his name?” The woman rolled her eyes at her friend.

 

“Sadiq,” she replied as she opened the door and they traveled inside.

 

“How’d you meet him?” her friend asked, almost stumbling as they walked to their room.

 

“He saved me from some drunken men,” she called, opening the door to their room. Her friend giggled even more as she walked over to her bed and sat upon the covers.

 

“So he’s your hero?” She retorted happily, “Did you give him your name?” Shit, she thought as she cringed slightly. She felt her face sour as if she were a kid about to be beaten. “You didn’t,” her friend gasped, “You better hope he’s coming back!”

 

She shook her head slowly, which put her friend into a panic state. As her friend started babbling about how stupid she was and how she was never going to get this chance to meet a guy like him again, she just smiled. Now, all she had to do, was leave the hotel without her knowing.

 

 

 

And boy, she couldn’t wait!

 

 

 

 

 

(I’VE F-ED UP!!!! I’m really sorry TT.TT. I hope this didn’t come out to bad for you…I believe I’ve messed this up…Big time. I’m sorry if I messed up your character….I’m Sorry!)