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Krall Jagger - The Savior (2)

While the drunk was squashing me against the wall someone hit him so hard that the was pushed several meters away from where I was. Drunk, sweaty and dirty, disgusted by what happened with the drunk man, I tried to stand up but it was in vain because I did not have the strength to stand up, I was shaking, so I leaned against the wall.. I, as confused as I could be, I kept looking at the two guys who were in the alley.

The drunk was on the ground, he was looking the tall man with fear. The other man, the one standing, a tall, well-dressed man with apparent calm, pushed his cane against the drunken man's neck. The drunkard's eyes were as open as if he had seen a ghost, at that very moment the drunkard was pissing on his own pants ... The tall man, who wore a long dark coat, raised his cane and hit the drunkard leaving him unconscious . I was confused and frightened at the same time, I did not know if the tall man was helping me or perhaps I was going to run the same fate as the drunkard.

The tall man in the dark coat turned around and stared at me, his eyes were crystalline blue, his gaze was penetrating and cold, that kind of look that could pierce the soul. He looked at me without gesturing, serious ... Then he started to walk towards me and he stood in front of me, then he extended his hand to help me to stand up, thing that I did not rejected. He helped me to get up and he put his coat on my shoulders ...

“I will help you...” he said in a soft voice. ”Let’s get out of here...”

We walked without saying anything for 10 minutes until we stopped in front of a horse carriage. A young boy appeared out of nowhere and opened the carriage door for us. The young man smiled and nodded inviting me to enter the cabin, this boy wore elegant and clean clothes, apparently he was the coachman.

I entered the carriage and the tall man also did the same, he closed the door and knocked on the walls of the cabin giving instructions to the coachman to go to somewhere. Exhausted and drunk I fell asleep on the trip, for some reason I did not feel threatened by these people but rather protected.

I woke up the next morning, I was clean and shaved, they had put me a pajama and had let me sleep in a comfortable and huge bed. I kept quiet for a while thinking what the hell I was doing here, who were that people who had brought me here and what they wanted from me.

Unexpectedly, the door opened and a middle-aged woman entered the room. She brought a tray with food: orange juice, toast with butter and jam and some muffins. The woman smiled, she left the tray next to the bed and wished me a good morning. After that, she went to open the curtains so that the sun's rays could enter the room.

Later, the woman brought me some clean clothes, always with a smile on her face.

“I hope you enjoyed your breakfast” she said animatedly. “Mr. Costas is waiting for you downstairs when you are ready to speak with him.”

I wondered who this Mr. Costas was, whoever he was, I had the obligation to go down the stairs to thank him for the gesture of the previous night and for all the details that he had offered me when he welcomed me into his house that night giving me clean clothes and shelter . I was a little scared but at the same time grateful, I dressed myself and took the strength to face the incredible situation I was living, I just had to open that door and go down the stairs...

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Krall Jagger - London 1825 (1)

I was named once Krall Jagger, later I was better known as Krags, so yes, that is my name.. Krags.

I was born in 1806, London. Being the son of a poor pedlar was not easy, my life was miserable enough to start working at the age of 6 helping my father. I was always a healthy kid, as a teenager I had a good constitution so since I used to carry heavy stuff all the time I was strong, and even when I couln't take much care about myself, my appearance was decent enough not to complain, I was a good-looking man.

I can say I was very popular among women but my heart already had an owner, Mary Kapplan. I fell in love with her when I was 9, she was a very beautiful girl, we spent our youth together dreaming about our future. She wanted to marry when she had reached her 18's, so I was saving money since I was 13 to ask her for marriage. And when the day of her eighteenth birthday came, I had already bought a precious ring and some flowers, I had put my best clothes and I has headed to her house as happy as a patridge, seeing in my mind how in a matter of seconds my life was going to change in a good way. But I could never imagine what I would find when I arrived at the door, standing in front of the door and looking through the window, I could see how a guy, a wealthy young gentleman asked her in marriage. She and her mother smiled and laughed full of joy, hugging and grabbing the hands of the young rich boy. I felt as if I was going to die at that moment, it was something so unexpected that she had never told me anything about, yet when we were always together day by day...

I was devastated, throwing the flowers in the trash I left the place to go straight to the tavern. From there, with 18 years I became a human wreck, a dirty and ungainly alcoholic always thrown by the dirty alleys full of garbage an urine, I was living a nightmare, my life became a nonsense...

A year passed that I walked along the streets without office or benefit, the streets I had known all my life, and in which my life partner and I had frequented every day, where she could have gone to look for me in my absence... That never happened, she never came because she was too busy living a good life with a rich guy so I became the forgotten one.

This is what was going through my mind while I was being abused by a drunk pig in one of those nauseating dark alleys - I felt that my life was not worth it. As a human waste, without will and without desire to live, I drank until I became semi-conscious, drunken men knew about my condition and they used to take advantage of it, I never prostituted myself, I was abused and raped, and most of the time I did not realize what was happening since I ended up fainting. I couldn’t control the situation, I did not even have the strength to try...

But suddenly, at that moment something happened that changed everything...