Chapter 2: British Trash men
A pretty young lad wearing a red slit dress in London after coming out of an Office building. May I add again, she is being a bomb on the streets of London right after work. God said me to keep my sights on her for a week and see if she is doing fine. But she looks hella fine to me and I was supposed to select my own 'subjects' instead he said he is going to keep me in an intern phase.
This task is just making me salty. Well, this lady was the epitome of what I wanted to be, you know, when I was alive. I feel like God is taking a crap at me right now.
Pretty lady with a successful career along with rare breed dog as her "child". That is the vibe I got from her the moment I saw her. She did carry herself pretty strongly especially in a busy street like Oxford street.
"Where is ya going, lassie? Lil cold out here ain it?", followed by obnoxious howling and waves of laughter.
Well, what would you know, a group of drunk degenerate males, catcalling. How original.
The lady started to power walk after that and tried her best to ignore them. But those turds felt like it was their opportunity to follow her.
"Where ya runnin' off to darlin' yer goin the wrong way, ma arms are right here.", said a man with an average build with scrawny arms. But his expression was the one that seemed like that of a wild mut. Anyone would try to run away from those spaghetti noodle arms you British trash man.
At this point, the lady started to practically run with those 5-inch heels. She seemed genuinely disgusted by them. This group of three men, who were following her, were trying to grab her hand at this point. Wow the nerve of them!
She stopped and faced them. She moved to a more crowded area before confronting them. That's a smart move on her part. She glared at all of them.
"If ya all don't go on your merry way then we are goin' to have a bit of a problem here.", you can sense the rage from her and a lioness appeared in her place. You go QUEEN tell them off!
"Shawty we ain't invite problem at all... why not just come with us aye", he again tries to hold her hand.
In a flash, she caught his hand and twisted it to a weird angle. The man started to grunt in pain and kneeled on to the ground. His side pals were now getting serious after foolishly backing their leader's calling. My eyes popped right out! This just became an action sequence. Give me my popcorn cause it is going down!
As expected those side pals started to pounce at her. One of them was trying to grab her from the back. Well, our lioness knew they were coming for her and she got herself prepared and stood instance. I already know where she is going to aim. Right at the jewels. She threw the guy whose arm she twisted to the floor and kicked the guy at the back at the balls!
Wait, I have to give our bad guys a name. How about trash 1, 2, and 3. Now we see trash 3 entering the field and went with an uppercut. Our lady red blocked it and took a step back and in one swoop kicked the guy off the floor.
This time trash 1 tries to enter the battleground again. But hold on.... is he trying to get something from his jean's pocket. Oh no a knife! What would our lady red do now?
I was enjoying this. The lady sure knows how to hold herself. Also, a huge group of people started to spectate and was keeping a respectable distance from the fight too. This makes me a little mad tho. Why isn't anyone calling the police?
I quickly spotted a shocked group of girls. I went and whispered 'police' into a girl's ear. She jumped on her place and started to dial 9-1-1 on her phone. Well, that takes care of that.
I shifted my intention towards trash 1 and saw a red mist around him.
Apparently, ghosts can see two types of intents from living beings in the form of mists. The white mist would show the intent of being passionate and red being when you want to kill, by the way, is a very useless skill to have as a ghost. Like neither am I getting passionate with anyone or getting killed. Again.
Trash 1 was now slowly approaching lady red with an intent to kill her while our lady red got overpowered by trash 2 and 3 and is now caught by them. This is getting messy real quick. Luckily at the corner of my eye, I can see a guy sipping coffee and recording everything that was happening from his phone. He couldn't intervene in the fight but rather record it for internet cache. This guy is as horrible as those scums.
I floated towards the camera guy and grabbed him by the hand which was holding the coffee but I suddenly got sucked into the body. Well, that wasn't expected to happen.
The phone dropped out of the other hand and I instinctively threw the coffee at trash 1. Well, it was what I initially planned regardless.
Trash 1, the supreme trash countable, was now dripping with coffee.
"Which one of ya f***ers threw their brew at me!" His expression was a mixture of rage and humiliation. As a result, he looked so horrendously funny just like a wet raccoon.
"It was you huh mate? You find this funny. I'll knock the chuckle right out of ya!", he started to walk towards me now.
I didn't even realise that I chuckled through this body. Interesting. So not only can I possess the body, I have full control over it too. This incident became a big learning lesson.
Come at me you pile of wet trash I'll teach you a lesson. As I was getting ready to show my deadly moves the body stopped responding. The body started to tremble heavily and as a result, it pushed me out as if something repulsed me from it. The moment I left the body it tumbled down to the ground.
Looks like the camera guy is unconscious now. The whole crowd started to scream at the point and the audience that had built up was starting to disperse. Some even stepped over the unconscious guy while pushing each other out of the way.
Then the song of angels-the police sirens started to fill up the whole space followed by the red and blue flashing lights. Finally!
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