Street Fighter

Outcast of Society

My household was not a happy household as you could imagine in the books. There was no cozy fire in the living room, no bedtimes stories as I was tucked into bed at night, no warm soup when I was sick and no loving siblings.
I was unplanned, was not wanted and they made sure I knew it. I suppose you could say I was the cinderella of the family except for the fact that we were not rich nor did I ever meet prince charming nor was I pretty.
This was probably partly because I always looked like a little street urchin because of the dirt that was always covering me, and the fact that I was always rough housing with the boys. But I loved it, until the day when it all changed.

My 'parents' decided they were moving, my father had gotten himself a new job and he, my mother, and my older brother were leaving to the country.
Since I couldn't act like a proper girl and therefore wasn't ever going to amount to anything or ever be valuable I would just be a nuisance that they didn't want to have to put up with.
I wasn't too upset, it was not like I had any happy memories of them or anything. My older brother pretended to be protective over me when in reality I was his scape goat.
So they palmed me off to a Juvenile detention centre after making an appeal to the judge declaring that I had been nothing but trouble to them and was extremely violent towards them and my brother.
It was from there that I was then sent to live with the Mackenzie's which is where I am now and have been for ten years. And with all of the trouble I have caused I am amazed that I haven't been 'released' yet.
But hey, I have to live up to the name that has been created for me. A rebel and a troublemaker. It has a nice ring to it.

A couple of years later I had a 'friendly' visit from my brother, informing me that our father was in prison for manslaughter and our mother was dead.
I had no idea and quite frankly, didn't want to be seeing any of my family again and just wanted my brother to leave and forget about me.
The next day as I was leaving to go and catch the bus to school I was chased by a group of boys, two of whom I recognised as mates of my brothers from when we still lived together. At the front of the pack was my brother, how I remembered him.
With an evil look in his eye like when he used me to get out of trouble and knew he would get away with it, and a crazed look upon his face showing that he was not all with it.
Most likely he had been smoking again and was therefore not thinking clearly, every now and then he would turn on the spot and yell at a random object saying, "it is not my fault, don't yell at me."

They chased me down the streets and the alleyways, throwing rocks at me and making threats about what would happen when they caught up to me. Screaming abuse and saying that it was all my fault and that I killed my mother and blamed my father for it which was the reason he was in jail.
I was scared, they were acting completely unreliably and I knew I could not defend myself from that many older boys. The scuffles I had gotten into and even won as a child were nothing compared to this.
I knew how to pick my fights even as a child, this was one I wouldn't walk away from. So I ran. I tripped over cracks and pebbles in the street and had to pick myself back up again and keep running.
My heart was pounding in my head making it impossible to hear anything, I was terribly lost and was petrified that I would run into a dead end street and not have anywhere to go.

Fatigue was beginning to set in and although the boys were still behind me they were slowly gaining as my legs began to falter and my gait became uneven.
More and more stones hit their mark and the ragged clothes I had been wearing since my parents had left now had holes in them, letting in the cold.
Clouds rolled in over the top of the little town I called home and the rain began to spit down, growing gradually heavier and heavier as puddles began to form in the streets.
Blinking rapidly to clear my vision and rid my eyes of the tears that were unwillingly rolling down my cheeks as the panic set in. It was then that my thinking was clouded.

I turned down an unknown street only to discover there was only one way in. I stopped in the middle of the street, my head swivelling rapidly around searching for anyway out, anywhere to hide.
There were three small wooden doors lined up along the two sides of the alleyway. Each looking as mysterious and foreboding as the next.
Whether it was luck or instinct that led me to this door I will never know for sure. I sprang for the door with a small black symbol on the door and to my relief it was not locked.
That was the night I met Ash and watched my brother and his friends get what they deserved and go running away like dogs with their tails between their legs.
That was the night everything changed, my future changed and I changed. That was where everything started. I thought that that night I had left my past behind that night and found a new family.
Well I was right and I was wrong.
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