The Goddess was crying.

I don't know why I was so compelled to leap forward at the time. Towards the insane heart-broken man who held the holy woman at gunpoint.

I was not a Police Officer. I just graduated from High school.

I was supposed to be running away from danger, not into it.

Yet when the Goddess broke down into tears... I finally realized.

How much of an @sshole I was,
to ignore the pleas of a damsel in distress.

Even when I was a dame myself.

So, I made a decision I will always regret. A decision I will always be bitter for.

But if God were to turn back time, I'll still be a loathing idiot.

Because I know I will repeat my regret and bitterness a thousand times.

                                               ... Here goes nothing.

"L-LITTLE GIRL! WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT KILLER KNIFE!?"

"MY NAME IS ALEX RIDER, GOD-D*M NIIIIIIIIIIT!"

The first thing I did, was pull out my box cutter. My tiny sword.

I stabbed it into the man's arm. It made him drop the crying goddess.

Next, I kicked her in the divine @ss, to move her out of harm's reach.

Something cold touched the back of my skull... but I don't know what.

I was no soldier. No elite warrior. Of course my reflexes were slow.

But this is what I wanted to do, in my dull and lacking life...

                 I want to be a Useful Hero.

*BANG*

"....ALEX! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"