I Always Wanted to Pounce on that… - Chapter 4
It doesn’t make sense to me why do I keep getting caught by him. From the first time, he caught me since then I would always want to pounce on him on every chance I could get. I would call myself a gentleman since God knows how easy it is for me to get help from my brothers and bring him back with me, but I never did it.
I wanted to wait until the day when he would be willing to be pounce by me. Although I am still unable to see when that day will arrive yet. As I was anticipating towards the future, the crisis came first and I was almost ruined.
It was like this.
Our gang leader was smuggling something that would potentially be a great threat to the peace and stability of society. Since it would be censored if I said it here, I will not say it but just know it’s a serious matter. To be caught by the gang equals that you would be shot dead.
I’ve always wanted to tell my little detective about it. I think by telling him this matter would take him to the peak of his career. But I didn’t. As you can see from the previous encounters I had with him, I don’t mean anything to him at all. I basically just pasted my hot face onto his cold face, If I betrayed our gang leader for his sake, wouldn’t I be shameless? How could I possibly lose face if I had such self- respect and self-love for myself?
So I did not tell him. Since then I regretted my decision because his undercover colleague was pulled out by the gang leader and was shot with several loads of bullets towards his chest. He was beaten to the point that he could not die any more than that.
Sometimes I would dream of that bloody scene but my little detective will come out of nowhere, he would say while smiling “I forgive you.” which would end my nightmares.
If this dream happened to my past innocent self, then I would have painted that beautiful scene on a canvas as a memorial but now that I am mature and clear-headed, having known as a fact that dreams and reality are completely different. Most of our conversations will happen like this: He stares at me with a cold face and the conversation would immediately end there.
Life is hard so why would I need to live in such a fantasy? It just makes me feel irritated for the most part.
Later, there was a spontaneous fight between our two fractions. I’m hiding while holding onto my gun looking for traces that would lead me to the little detective. At that time, all sorts of gang’s righteousness and escape became bullshit, right now I just hope that he’s doing okay.
Something happened to him, he was wounded and one of my brothers pointed a gun at him. For a moment I had no idea what to do, but soon I understood.
From the beginning to the end, it was my dream to pounce on him. But it’s not about him nor is it about everyone else. To get the things that I want, I can work hard for it but the world does not have to be moved by me nor does he have to promise me anything.
But even is that is the case, I will continue to dream. I thought that if I could somehow “knock” him down this time, there would be a chance that I might hit a home run.
Therefore I jumped towards their direction making use of the short mid air time I had, raised my gun and shot my once called brother.
I saved the life of the little detective this time. More importantly, I was able to pounce on him.
I am this brave and smart..