The Tales of the Dark and the Light: Two Souls

Chapter Two: Born of Darkness

Arthur's POV:

Come on Arthur giving him a jab! Hit him in the chin come on!!

(A left punch, a right uppercut, duck, protect, attack)

Here he is once again in the junior league ring, fighting for his uncle's gang. His uncle is a large man with 1.86 meters, a thick black circled beard, and with a scar across the left side of his face, no doubt the works of previous fights.

Arthur is fighting to win a small plot of turf from the Bull gang. He knows how things work in the streets of London. There are five gangs set to control the streets, and to avoid blood shed they decided to argue their disputes with fights. Including ones as small as this one, fighting amongst the kids for matters where the stakes are low, or big ones with full on bloodthirsty adults for matters where the stakes are high. It was always a win-win situation for all the parties involved since the audience that came to see the fights, always filled the pockets of them all. After all this was a well known and recurring occurrence.. 

Let's go boy! Let's go! Don't get lost on your thoughts!!

Arthur is getting punched and kicked and thrown to the ground, but he always gets up. Living in the streets of London, and being part of a gang didn't let his life be anywhere near easy, he always had to fight to earn what he wanted and some times steal, he is cunning and smart and a bit of a jokester. For a 11 year old, he is a small kid, only being 1.40 meters tall, with coal like hair and dark eyes that almost look whitish-grey in the sunlight. He did what he had to, in order to achieve what he wanted and right now he is fighting big and hard, for in this small turf there is a special shop called Gelupos, an ice cream parlour, and the best that London has to offer and he is not about to lose that...

Arthur is thrown to the ground by this kid from the Bulls gang, that looks almost twice as tall as him, with 1.70 meters and robust, with arms so big that it looks as if he's been fed their gang's bulls.

Come on short fry don't tell me you can't keep up already, he said with a grin.

Arthur smiled. Sorry your mouth is so high that I can't hear you, you should come down here if you want to speak sh*t to me.

Oh you little- 

The Bull kid readies his fist as he gets his head close to Arthur's to start hitting him in the face when..

Do it Arthur!!

Got ya!

Arthur puts his hands behind his head and pulls his legs back, and quickly jumps to his feet, landing on the ground, and with all his strength he pulls a right uppercut that hits the Bull kid straight in his chin, sending him a few steps back startled and eventually he falls to the ground on his back, unconscious.

A loud cheer is heard from his uncle's gang and from the crowd all around the makeshift ring.

Don't worry, mate. I'll be sure to leave some ice cream for you, he says with a grin.

Well done kid I always knew you had that fire in you, he says as he puts an arm around Arthur.

So... does this mean you'll buy me ice cream?

HA! With what you just did you can even order 3 balls of ice cream, come on boy! Let's celebrate! 

As they both walk into Gelupos they give a small nod to the owner, Mr. Vini, and sit by the entrance looking at the tv and talking about the fight.

Ahh, so you were the ones who won this time huh? Cosa posso offrirvi oggi?

For me, I'm fine with just a pistachio ball Vini.

No one likes pistachio uncle Jack.

Well I surelly do, he says whilst he laughs.

Then for me it will be a dark chocolate ball, and a raspberry ball, and a mango ball..

Aaand that's enough boy. I still want you to keep up that body of yours for next week's fight against the Eagles.

Alright, alright, I won't ask for nothing more.

As they both start eating and relaxing, Vini is attending to the rest of the gang that followed them in to celebrate, when he noticed with great horror the news that where being delivered in the TV.

Per l'amor di Dio, non.. Everyone be silent! Look!!

Everyone inside Gelupos turns their attention to the TV.

I feel that neither I, nor anyone else here in our station, have the right words to deliver these news but... The Queen... is dead.