"Crap Crap Crap!" Swiftly whispered the "Invisible Boxer" when he noticed that he accidentally shot the woman he tried to protect to begin with.

Not the best way to impress a Woman if you ever dared to wonder. "So much for looking badass." He thought to himself as he dashed towards the red headed woman, with aims to not stay here for a long time.

When he noticed that she was on the ground, his heart sunk down to his sock. He strongly feared that he accidentally Killed her. He didn't even notice her dropping to the ground, because while he was melting the 9mm Pistol, he was giving attention to the knocked out Blackmailer instead of Anna.

But to his and her luck, the bullet didn't hit her anywhere life threatening. The damage wasn't fatal, the bullet simply hit her right arm.

But even though the shot didn't kill her on the spot, if the pain was strong enough to knock her out, he had to give this wound medical attention. But how would he explain this situation in a Hospital without being locked in a mental asylum or in a government lab?

Although the bullet's force wouldn't be strong enough to shorten her survival percentage, because it exploded due to overwhelming oppressing heat. The noise it made, was still comparable to a properly shot bullet. Even almost equal to it.

He knew that people would approach from all sides, and with most having phones in their pockets, it won't take long for the police to arrive. This situation pointed out that he won't have time to tie up the wound.

Which is essential if the victim shows chances of survival after the shot. Preventing the blood from bursting out wild, can make the difference between life and death.

Being left only one option, he picked her up and lifted her, carrying her in his arms. To his luck, she wasn't heavy either, which was an advantage in this situation i suppose? But it also meant that she had less blood to lose.

As soon as he picked her up, and took off deeper towards that empty alleyway, which would be the best choice instead of dashing through a crowd [even if he was invisible], he heard a few people already rushing into the scene.

Thinking that the Blackmailer was shot since he was literally knocked out, they surrounded him in aims to help. Looking at the Blackmailer as an innocent victim.

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"Oh my god. He must of been shot."

"Call an Ambulance!"

"What's the number?"

"999!"

No, its 112!"

"It doesn't matter. Both work!"

Until someone finally noticed Anna being carried away in mid air. At such a scene, the eye witness didn't know which situation is worse. A "wounded" man lying on the alleyway or a person floating in mid air?

"Holy fuck. Do you see that?" The eyewitness shook his friend's shoulder and pointed towards the floating Anna.

"What the hell!"

Noticing that the men behind him have seen Anna floating, he whispered to himself. "Well damn, i forgot to make her invisible too." Afterwards, in a blink as if disappearing in the darkness.

Anna too disappeared in mid air even though they were passing near a Lightbulb. Those men behind them, noticed that fact well. They saw the light, hard to miss really.

"She disappeared." Yelled the eyewitness as the fear of the unknown scares him a couple of feet away, with his friend following too.

Another man however was simply focused into bringing an ambulance here, and a woman near him encouraged him further to do so by yelling on his ear to call an ambulance while she was trying to call one as well herself.

Remembering something he saw on tv rather often, one of the eyewitnesses simply turned his attention back to the knocked out man and loudly expressed. "Wounds! Check him for wounds. We need to stop the blood from dripping out!"

Seeing this approach reasonable, the other eye witness replied. "Yes. Wounds, good idea. Help me set him straight on his back." Upon finishing his words, he noticed the melted gun on the ground, which made this whole situation a whole lot more confusing. "How would anyone be able to melt a gun here?" He thought to himself as he was trying his best to help the "Victim".

...

"Wh..where am I?" Asked Anna as she opened her eyes, at a rather different place. Giving a glance at the ceiling, she noticed it in a split second that she wasn't in her own apartment.

"Don't worry, you're safe." She heard a thick gentle voice from the left side of the room. Who was apparently patiently awaiting for her to wake up.

Near him, was a little table with a good meal on it and a glass of water. Upon her first glance, the first thing she was able to notice about him was his oily black hair and his Buff shape.

Feeling the sensation of burning pain on her arm, made her instantly realize how she got here. She remembers the Blackmailer, him getting knocked out and herself getting shot.

And instead of freaking out and blaming the boxer for everything, which would be rather common and almost understandable move. She instead started thanking him. "Thank you for trying to help, but you shouldn't have gotten involved. What if he shot you?"

"Oh, I think that the biggest danger was me at that scene, even towards you." He expressed while rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Don't worry about it, it was an accident." Even though she wanted to be mad, even if it was a little bit because of the fact that the pain in her arm isn't exactly as light as her wound. His face showed too much concern for her to be mad.

"Thankfully the accident wasn't too large, it was just a scratch." Expressed the Boxer, still trying to figure out how she fainted at such a little wound.

"What about the phone?"