chapter nine

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Mentions of blood

SEPTEMBER 7TH 1985

Vance wiped the sweat off his forehead as he sighed, licking his lips.
It burned to do so as his lip was busted open, but he didn't care.

"Vance hopper!" A man with a heavy German accent walked over to the boy taking off his boxing gloves.
"Ähm, reden sie Deutsch order English Im interview?" Vance got the hair sticking to his sweat off his face and rested his hands on his hips.

Vance was shirtless with basketball shorts and  his hair in a high bun, a few strands hanging out.
"English please."  Vance nodded and as the interviewer asked questions he took a sip of his water. A few questions into the interview and Vance was taken aback by one.

"So Vance, is there a lucky lady in the picture?" The interviewer looked into the camera and then at Vance, his eye brows going up and down.
"Would you be jealous?" Vance joked and the interviewer laughed, moving on.

Vance's torso had bruises forming and his lip was busted and nose bleeding, dark thick blood coming down.

As the interviewer was finishing up the live stream, you could see Vance walking past in the background, he stopped when he saw the camera, he made the rock n roll hand gesture and kept on walking. Little did he know he'd be knows for that.

As he finished getting changed he walked out with his duffle bag over his shoulder, Wich was scratched by someone in the family of the guy he was boxing.

As he got out, he was bombarded with camera's and microphones, with Polaroid cameras and girls trying to touch him.

He shoved the people out of his way and got into his step dad's car.

"Where to mister Hollywood?" Steve joked and Vance chuckled as people were knocking on his windows. he had won all matches for the third time in a row, he'd won the championship for people of ages 15-18, he'd won against four other countries and he was just generally a great guy.

"Anywhere away from here." He looked into the rear view mirror and his step dad nodded, driving off. That was the last time his step dad was happy to be with him.

SEPTEMBER 7TH 1990

Bruce was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons until Amy came running in.
"Turn on channel eight news!" Amy yelled with her Garfield phone in her hand and half on her ear.
"Why?" Bruce slowly reached over to the remote.
"Just do it!" Amy yelled and said something to her friend on the phone as Bruce switched to the news.

"It's official. It's been five years since Vance hopper, also known as "der boxing Vance" has left the arena. His fans are waiting patiently for him to return, everyone wants this gifted child back. People didn't call him "der wunderkind" for nothing am I right? Well enough from me, let's go ahead and speak with some of the fans who are missing him even five years later."

Bruce's jaw dropped to the floor and Amy was a little surprised too.
"You said Vance was on the news! I thought he was going to jail not that he was famous!" Amy shouted at her friend on the phone and hung up angerly.

Bruce was still frozen in shock until he saw that Vance was on tv. Live on tv. Did he go back to Germany?
The rest of the interview was in German, so he didn't understand anything, until he heard his name.

"Eisol Vance, ist da eine schöne frau I'm sicht?"

"So Vance, is there a pretty lady in view?"

"Eisol, ne leider nicht, Aber ein sehr schöner junge, er heißt Bruce und ja."  Vance chuckled dryly, the cold German air looking like smoke as he exhaled.

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