I can’t stand Weeaboos, but at least I can kinda understand their angles at least. They like anime, a lot. They genuinely think what they do is showing love for the medium, and the culture. Oh, but don’t get me wrong. Their way of showing love is fucking insufferable.

From kidnapping little girls to denying the mass genocide of the Chinese committed by Japan in WWII. Yeah, these guys have got no self-control whatsoever, and this is coming from someone who loves anime! 

Yeah, I am an otaku, a closeted one to be exact. Which means it’s highly likely the only one who gets your naruto references, is that one creepy kid who keeps sex dolls with his waifu face on it in his closet. 

Spine chilling, I know, Which is why it’s a dream come true! When you have an encounter with a crazed murderer who happens to be one of THEM.

You must be thinking. Wow. what a weird situation you’ve conjured up their good sir. Well, 1. Don’t patronize me you asshole, and 2. I AIN’T MAKIN’ THIS SHIT UP! I couldn’t, even if I tried with all my strength. 

Now. Before I explain myself. You’re gonna need to call me something, and it won’t be my real name. Why? Well, because my real name doesn’t mean shit. At least, not anymore. Nobody calls me by it, and now that I’m at the point of no return… I’ve been erased from the system Men In Black style. 

So, you can just call me “Diego”. Nothing else, no last name, no middle name, just “Diego”.

I lived an average life, went to college, watched anime, played some basketball, and lived a normal life for someone who resided in Las Angeles. 

All in all, it was nothing stellar. Just a normal closeted otaku, who keeps to himself, and never get’s into any fights. I had all of the time to myself. I had no friends, and my family disowned me years ago. So, every time was my alone time. I mean, except for when I played street ball at least. Don’t get me wrong, I like people but… I just like alone time more. Even though I keep to myself,

Most people are intimidated by my height and build. They’re misguided, I wouldn’t hurt a soul. Even If I am almost as tall as Yao Ming. I was just born with an athlete’s body. I can’t help the way my body was built.

 Anyways, I was content. I was, dare I say happy. I had my music, I had my anime, I had my normal ass life. Until a particularly awful night came by. Let me tell y’all, Luck was not on my side. It just wasn’t. 

Everyone has bad days, but when you add a life-changing encounter to the mix, you get a whole new breed of monster. Ya know, it was your average bad day. You know, stuff like rude people in public, eating concrete while skating, normal bad day stuff. 

Even if wasn’t a big deal, I still felt miserable. So miserable that as soon as I got home, I went straight to bed. Thinking I’d be safe from all the bullshit. I tried and tried, but I couldn’t fall asleep. All I did was stare. Sometimes I’d stare at my oversized hands, sometimes I’d stare at my favorite anime poster. The point was, I couldn’t sleep and wasn’t going to for the foreseeable future. 

 I decided to go for a little evening walk. It took some time to convince myself, but I got up eventually. I really had nothing else to do. Not even watching anime, I had nothing to watch.  Walking honestly seemed like a better idea than scrolling on Crunchyroll for an hour, only to find nothing to watch. 

I rose up from my bed, like a zombie who’d been run over days prior. I started to look around, my dreads moving along with my head. 

“Okay, where are my...keys...I need keys…” I mumbled, still relaxed from laying down for such a long time. I slowly inched out of my bed, groaning and yawning. I started to trip and shuffle over to my computer desk. It was messy, so I had to move some shit around in order to actually look for my keys. 

After a hot minute of ruining my not-so-clean computer desks order, I finally found them. I turned around and started to look for other necessities of this little walk I was planning, I needed my phone and my cigarettes. This took me a while, as my apartment was messy as all getup. Once I was ready, I headed to the door. As my large hand wrapped around the small doornail. I asked myself one more time, whether I needed to go out at all. I decided it was fine, because it wouldn’t take long. The neighborhood I lived in wasn’t dangerous, or ghetto for that matter. A decision I would regret rather soon. 

I exited my apartment, lit a cigarette, and then I was on my way. Taking a nice warm walk, humming to myself in solitude. 

Peaceful was the best way to describe the few minutes I enjoyed the little adventure I was having. 

I passed the alleyways and buildings of the city. Every building had its lights off, and every alleyway was silent. The only noise I could hear were my own footsteps, the souls of my shoes expanding on the concrete. The same concrete that I ate earlier that day funny enough. This was nice, but Imma tell ya now. This is not a nice story, this is not a peaceful story. This is a fucked-up story with nothing peaceful whatsoever. 

Anyway, my peaceful walk was interrupted by a rather loud scream. It sounded like it was coming from farther down the street.

 “Let go of me!!!” I heard a young-sounding womanly voice screech, 

“Shuddup!!!” I heard another, more masculine voice yell almost even louder, It...sounded like a rape. An awful rape at that. Now, normally this is something that doesn’t happen around here. Even if it did, it was generally excepted, that you just called the cops and didn’t get involved. Getting involved in this kind of shit is a one-way ticket to gettin’ your ass whooped.

That sounds awful, but that’s just how it was. Honestly, I’d never been in this kinda situation at all. I was unsure of what to do. Until I heard the supposed woman’s scream, it was a scream so miserable that I couldn’t just ignore her. I had to help her, even if I didn’t get there in time to stop the criminal. I still had to help her, somehow.  So…I mustered all the courage I had and sprinted. I stretched my long legs and extended my long arms. I threw my whole body into that run, just to get there as fast as I possibly could. 

Lemme just say, I fucking ran.

I could feel the wind punching my face, Judging by the screams getting louder I was close. I might have been able to save that poor girl, what I didn’t realize was that making assumptions was the worst possible thing I could’ve done. At least in that situation.

 When I finally got to the alleyway, what I ended up seeing would cause my downward spiral straight to hell. Also to answer the question you probably have, no, it was not the site of traumatized women. No. I was the one who was traumatized. 

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As I looked around the alleyway, my unobservant self saw nothing at first. Even so, I was ready to help. I took a second look, and this time I spotted something. Only...It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be. 

There were a woman and a man. The assumed the man was the creep in this scenario, but he was not standing over the woman. Nor was he on top of her either. In fact, she was on top of him. Don’t be mistaken, it wasn’t sexual. It was more of she was pinning him down while stabbing him kind of thing. Yeah, I tried to put that lightly. 

She had a machete deep in his stomach, slowly pushing it deeper. One sniff of the blood leaking from the man’s mouth, and I gagged. 

The iron-like smell of blood is something I just can’t tolerate well. 

“Gah!” The man whimpered, he probably couldn’t say much from all the blood in his mouth. I was frozen, I wanted to help. However, there would be almost no point. She had a massive sword, and I had only a phone. I couldn’t call anyone either. By the time the police arrive, I and the man would both be dead, and that woman would long go. 

This truly was a terrible situation to end up in. All I did was stare, feel guilty for not being able to do anything, pray she didn’t notice me, and then feel guilty again. I decided to finally try and do something, so I finally mustered up some courage again. I took a deep breath, I was ready. Ready to help or die trying, but… it didn’t matter. Why? Well, because before I could act. She quickly pulled the blade out of the victim’s stomach, dammit. I honestly thought I had enough time, How naive I was.

She didn’t just pull the blade out, no she ripped that shit. If this was self-defense, then she must have been really angry. 

She ripped the blade out so hard that his entrails spilled out, pink and red substances spilled out. I never paid any attention to biology, so I couldn’t tell you what that shit was. Anyway, as soon as I saw this. I threw up.

Never in my life would I expect to see some guy get his guts ripped out. Never. Never.

 I wasn’t even finished emptying my stomach before the woman turned around. Her face was cold, unfeeling. You could tell by the expression on her face that she had no remorse. None. Maybe it wasn’t self-defense.

I know you ain’t supposed to doubt victims but...This bitch clearly intended to kill him. What kind of average club goer carries a machete? Her stare was focused like she clearly had one target in mind. That target was obviously me. I finally got a good look at her. She wore a red skimpy dress, with crimson high heels to go with it. The colors matched wonderfully with her black hair. I was going absolutely batshit insane, as you can probably tell. 

She carefully slipped off her heels, really this was my chance to bounce but… I couldn’t, I couldn’t move. I was stuck, like mouse in the claws of its predator. 

Once the scary woman was finished, she said something under her breath. Something like, “Target spotted” She quickly charged. By her movements you could tell, that was probably trained. 

Realizing I was about to die, I covered my face. I was gonna die an embarrassment. I didn’t even try to fight, I was over 7 feet. Yet, I still could not bring myself to fight. I...would rather die than hurt someone. She was only a few feet away, I could feel the wind. This time though, it was screaming in my face.

Impact was coming, it was time to die. Seemingly out of nowhere. I heard the crack of a hammer, I uncovered my face. As I saw the killer woman roll to the floor. Something hit her, and it definitely wasn’t me. No, I was too much of a baby to snap and hit her, that hard. My eyes shot around the alleyway, seemingly as fast as bullets. Maybe someone came to help, maybe I was saved! Oh, but I was anything but saved. In fact, sometimes I’d wish I had died right then and there.  

As my eyes zipped, I saw yet another oddity. It was a tall black figure, almost as tall as me.  It was far too dark to catch a glimpse at its face, but I knew it must have been human. 

Even so, this person did not look right. It didn’t move right, Their movements and mannerisms were brief and twitchy. Especially their face and fingers. Worst of all, whoever they were clearly trained enough to this woman, who I had assumed was an assassin of some kind. Which was strange since he was carrying, what looked to be a sludge hammer, judging by the silhouette.  

I scratched my goatee, and took a few steps back. The sounds of feminine whimpers filled the alleyway. I quickly turned my head, as I saw he started to stand up. 

The unseen figure lifted his head. I could finally see his face at this sudden new angle. He was wearing some kind of scarecrow mask, it was still pretty hard to see. I bit my lip in immeasurable fear. 

I started to look back and forth to both equally deadly forces, it was a nightmare. To dangerous thugs, about to clash with me in the very literal middle. Not to mention the possibility that the creepy scarecrow asshole could be on my side!

The deadly woman, turned her blade slightly. Her eyes were now focused on the masked figure, that attempted to bash her brains in. The masked figure looked at her, and then turned around. He slipped out a huge sigh, as if he was annoyed by her refusal to die right then and there. 

“What a massive pain,” he uttered, the woman said nothing. She had said nothing since I had gotten there, but you could tell that she was pissed. At that point, she probably didn’t give two shits about being seen. 

The figure said, “Oh, no! Are you mad at me? I didn’t hurt you did I?”  he really asked that, the figure twitched around some more.  

“Get out of the way.” the woman finally said something, she took another step forward. 

“Took another step, and I’ll smash your kneecap.” the masked figure, his tone was very joyful. 

The woman stopped. Perhaps she was scared of this person, perhaps he was more dangerous than she was. The figures head tipped to the side, I turned from the woman. Without thinking I ran behind the masked person, for some reason I felt that he was on my side.  The woman asked,

“Why are protecting this person? This in direct violation of our code.” I should’ve figured out that they knew each other by now, 

“And it’s in my direct violation of I don’t give a shit, this one stays alive.” the masked figure said quite sarcastically, he had a very  upbeat and cheery voice. It was almost like an anime character. He laughed,

“Don’t make me shove this hammer up your Manko.” Manko? I thought to myself, this guy doesn’t sound Japanese. So why did he just speak it? 

“That’s a forbidden technique that my sensei taught me! I’d be in so much trouble if I used it. So, for both of our sakes, just back off okay.” This weirdo made some kinda weird anime reference, My face started to twist up, I honestly wasn’t sure what to say or do. This was the weirdest near-death situation of my life. The woman let out a huge sigh and said, “Fine, but it won’t be my fault when you get your ass chewed.” she flipped her hair, as she lifted the machete to her chest, and with one swift step, she strode out of the alleyway. Her hair brushed past me as she walked, I could feel her cold breath. That woman was a killer and was lucky to be alive.

However, it still didn’t look good for me, my savior wasn’t really… a savior. I was probably in just as much danger as I was before. I was processing what had just happened, I was so deep in thought that I couldn’t hear anything. My thoughts were…very... loud at that moment. 

I soon came back to my senses, as the figure tapped my shoulder. 

“Hey, you good?” he said looking up at me, I looked back in terror. Just one look at this lunatic made me sick, I looked down at my vomit-covered shirt. I then looked back at the masked person. To say I was overwhelmed by fear was a huge understatement.

A million thoughts crawled through my brain, I grabbed my shoulders. My breathing had become heavy too, the masked figure tipped his head again. I was definitely not good. It became too much to handle, I got so hard to handle that I fainted. It was all I could do, I couldn’t even bring myself to run. I just couldn’t, it’s hard to explain. 

My body went limp, as I quickly lost consciousness. The last thing I saw was the masked figure looking down at me, the stare he gave was blank. Like the scarecrow mask he was wearing, he had only one expression. 

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