MARRIAGE TRAP

TRAGEDIES

It may be futile to try to argue with the attacker, but it is worth trying.

"You really want to do this?" Lyra kept her tone slow, calm, and found whatever the man had in his jacket pocket was thrust so firmly into her body, making it almost impossible to withstand the groans of pain.

"Street."

Don't struggle. Lyra's heartwarming followed the man's instructions, and she saw the receptionist glancing at them. The woman only needed to see once, and her eyes widened upon understanding the scene.

You and me, both, Lyra agreed. Anyway don't panic.

Unspoken words, but hopefully when understood when the attacker brought him to a stop in front of the reception desk.

"Money."

The rude order left the guest in shock, and all doubts came true when the assailant took his hand out of his pocket and pulled out a gun.

"Money. Now." Now."

God fucking. A useless blow locked in Lyra's throat.

The receptionist seemed unable to move, and Lyra made a silent plea.

And the next hard metal thing hit Lyra's hand and she groaned in pain.

"You're next" the assailant threatened the receptionist. "Take the money."

The order made the receptionist retreat, pointing to a long cupboard that covered one of the walls. "The safe is there."

"Open and put all the money in the bag."

Please God, let someone pass by, see what's going on, and report it to the police.

Unless someone takes him down.

The man's attention was focused on the receptionist and the money being moved from the safe.

If Lyra acts, it must be done right now.

With lightning fast he swung his free hand to the man's wrist in a karate style that would be approved by his former coach.

The man screamed in pain as the gun fell to the floor, and Lyra kicked the gun away from the man's reach releasing lyra's elbow to hold her wounded hand.

His temper is thrust beyond anger as he turns to face Lyra and directs a brutal kick, the one that Lyra managed to deal with in the last seconds when she automatically used the man's weight and held him on the floor by stressing the knee on the man's spine.

People crowded in, along with the school security officer, then the headmaster.

It was then that Lyra saw the teenager, thought Lyra, her face long and thin, rough eyes, and wearing the emblem of a brotherhood.

The gun the teenager used was carefully loaded into the bag until police arrived, and it was heard sighing with relief when he learned that the gun was unfilled.

The police recorded several questions, and an ambulance was called even though Lyra protested that she did not mind driving.

"The standard procedure for any injuries in this situation." a policewoman explained and called a representative from the school to wrap Lyra's wrist in ice.

"Lyra's precaution" the principal insisted. "I'll make sure someone calls your house."

"No need."

"But the phone call will remain" replied the principal firmly.

Riding in an ambulance was excessive, and Lyra said it, then found the driver repeating the words of the policewoman.