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The morning sun was just beginning to rise, casting golden rays across the quiet island.
She walked for hours, exploring the narrow streets and trails, the beauty of the island drawing her in with each step. The vibrant colors of the flowers in bloom, the warm cobblestones beneath her feet, and the sound of the distant waves were all calming, but Lena couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to witness something that would test her strength.
As she rounded a corner near the edge of town, a sudden commotion broke her focus. Loud voices and grunting sounds reached her ears, followed by the unmistakable thud of fists connecting with flesh.
Lena’s heart raced as she moved toward the noise, her instincts taking over. As she turned the corner, her eyes widened in shock. A man, no older than her, was being beaten by a group of three men, their fists landing hard against his body. The victim crumpled to the ground, his face bruised, blood trickling down his lip.
Without thinking, Lena rushed toward them. Her mind screamed for action. She didn’t care that these men were bigger, stronger—she wasn’t going to stand by and watch someone be hurt. She grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it at the attackers, catching one of them off guard.
Lena
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice steady and defiant. “Stop!”
underling
The three men paused, looking at her in confusion. For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Then, as one of the men sneered, they advanced toward her.
Lena
“Mind your own business, little girl,” one of them snarled, taking a step forward. But Lena stood her ground, her gaze unwavering.
Lena
“No,” she said, her voice low but firm. “I won’t stand by while you hurt him.”
She was afraid, sure, but fear didn’t have the power to control her anymore. Not after everything she had been through. She had fought for her life before, and she wasn’t going to let this be any different.
Lena
She stepped between the attackers and the man on the ground, her stance resolute. “I’m calling the police,” she said, pulling her phone from her pocket. She dialed the emergency number with swift fingers, her voice steady even as the adrenaline pumped through her veins.
underling
His face twisted in anger. But before he could make another move, Lena heard the familiar sound of sirens in the distance. The men looked around, realizing they were no longer in control of the situation.
A police car pulled up to the curb, and two officers rushed out, their guns drawn but steady. They immediately took control, pushing the attackers back and securing them with handcuffs.
Lena stepped aside, watching as the officers handled the situation, her heart still pounding from the intensity of what had just happened. She quickly turned her attention to the victim, kneeling beside him. He was dazed, his eyes flickering with confusion, but he was alive.
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