The driver said something to the translator and he went in a full toss panic and shock mode. "What's wrong?" Jin asked. " We don't need to be worried about her. Look" he said pointing at the girl strutting fearlessly towards the horde of men standing near the barricade.
"Ye barricade kyu hai idhar? [Why is there a barricade here?]" she asked the men. "You're indian right? Stay to the side. Those chinese men are my targets" he said walking past the girl. She held him by the shoulder and said, "Korean"
"What?" he asked annoyed. "They're Korean you moron" she said loud and clear. "Who are you calling moron?" the man said launching a slap at the girl who stumbled back with force.
"You said she would be fine. She was slapped" Yoongi yelled frantically grabbing at the door. Dhruv pressed a hand over Yoongi's shoulder and said, "Just watch. It's their doomsday"
Alesha on the other hand was waiting for them to make a move. She walked up to that man and launched a punch that probably left him with a broken nose. She picked up his club that he dropped. A few other men came charging at her. She swung them away with huge hits. She heard another one come up from behind and hit him in the face with the club. "Yuck, you smell disgusting" she said scrunching up her nose and dropping a mouth freshener tic-tac in his hand.
She looked back at the other ten that were left standing. She strengthened her grip on the club. She could feel it's willow base against her palm. She looked angrily at the rest now. She hated racism. But, what she hated more was people trying to hurt what she loved. She turned around and did a call action to the driver who nodded in response.
The driver pulled out his phone and called for the police. She turned around waiting for the the rest to charge, which they did. She grabbed one under her arm and bashed her elbow to his skull and let him fall back. She walked up with the same amount of fury and recklessness to the next and kicked him in the crotch and swung the club on the back of his head, knocking him out completely. The earlier one tried to get up but she snapped his hand like a twig. She hit a few more with the club in a similar way. For the last one, she hit him where his sternum ends, paralyzing his diaphragm making him topple over. She twisted his arm filling the air with a crack sound.
A little later the police arrived.
"You? I thought you went abroad" the head constable whined. "I came back and this piece of shit decided to block my path, call me a bitch and hit me" Alesha answered calmly. "I have somebody important in there. I don't want word of it to leak out. It won't be good for any of us" she continued. "Political figure again?" he asked. "Something similar" she answered. The inspector nodded. " But, keep in touch with me over the phone and don't even think about blocking me" the inspector said. "I told you I just changed my number for a while" Alesha rolled her eyes. "You're staying right?" he asked. "I don't know. I'll be on my way now" alesha said dashing away as the inspectors got rid of the barricade and the assailants were loaded into their vehicles.
Alesha on the other hand knocked on the drivers door.
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A lost friend?
Fanfiction"Jimin! She has Vasovagal syncope. She faints on being excited. " was the last thing Alesha heard before fainting. A story where a group of Indian people meet BTS and go through hell and fire to keep them safe.
