Sweet creature

S E V E N

Sweet creature | loveless

I survive because the fire inside of me

burned brighter than the fire around me.

Joshua Graham

Kai

My opponent was bigger -  much much bigger than me. He stood 6'4, muscular built, covered with  tattoos from head to toe, He was bold, and double my age - but none of that mattered, because all I  could focus on was how he moved around. He used his 275 pounds weight a  lot, his hits held power, but no strength. And I could tell by his foot  work, that he was losing it. He was losing his control over himself,  because this was the 5th round and I was still standing. Still coming  back for more, because I simply couldn't get enough of it. My adrenaline rushed  over me, as we danced in sync in the ring. Both of us holding steady,  waiting for either or to make a mistake.

"Finish him Pit- he's a kid" I hear my opponents coach call out to him.

I  didn't get offended, because in boxing you can't move with your  emotions, you have to think logical, and right now, Logic has keeping me  afloat, I was simply waiting for the perfect time to finish him off.  When he goes to throw a punch he's rushing into me, like he's been doing  all night. Knowing this, I step aside, blocking his punch, and getting a  body jab right in his kidney. My hits are powerful, so I wasn't  surprised to see my opponents knees buckle.

'Hitting a man perfectly in his rib cage will make him buckle just for a second, and when he does you go in for the kill'

I  could hear Dans words replay in my mind, That was the very first lesson  he taught me in the ring, and still to this day I use his advice to claim  victory over my opponents. So quickly, I go in for a strike, Right in  the face, the perfect Ko shot. The beast goes down in defeat. And I was still standing, I may have some bruises, and bloody knuckles but I was still standing - and I was the winner.

That feeling carried me through the silent ride to my apartment - well it wasn't much of an apartment more like a loft. The only good deed my aunt ever invested in me- even after my mothers overdose when I was just a kid, she didn't reach out, or take care of me. She feared that I would be a bad influence towards her son, and I fear she'd be right. I was tainted - no need to corrupt the youth. I smirk at the Idea as I enter the key in the slot. Turning it and unlocking the door.

The loft was dark and empty, just how I liked it, and I would spend the rest of the weekend resting, and healing these bruises, recovering for school Monday Morning. I had been missing for about a week, but I didn't care.

I just stopped caring.

On Monday I was woken up by my alarm.

Not so egared, and not so ready I slide out of bed.

Doing my usual morning routine, and eating some breakfast, and before I knew I was speeding down the road to school, for the first time in a long time.

"You've been gone for a week" The faint sound of her voice beams, as I take a seat for my english lit class.

I look up at her, her beautiful brown eyes as mesmerizing as they were when I first saw them. She looked so pure, but her eyes held concern. She wasn't upset - but concerned for me.

"So?" I question, my voice lifeless and careless.

I watch as her eyes frown with confusion, but she doesn't speak. Instead her eyes study mine, and in this moment we are both studying each other, neither of us saying a word. I couldn't help but notice how her eyes held so much life, yet I could see something else in her gaze when she looked at me. I just couldn't figure out what. She was hiding something. Her eyes gave it away.

But what would an angel like her be hiding? She was quit literally perfect.

"Well this is a major assignment, and I don't want to fail" She whispers, her voice so faint, so gentle.

I debate on what to say next, I didn't want to be the reason why she failed this, but I also didn't give a damn about school or education. But - I wasn't what much of a bad person to let someone else fail because of me, That would be bad on me - and besides it was just one assignment - it would get done fast, and then I'd be done.

I shrug

"Meet me at the Library today during lunch" Is all I say, before turning my attention to my phone. For the rest of the class the teacher lectured, and I ignored, and when the bell rung I was the first one out the door.

When lunch rolled around, I wasn't expecting to see her loose curls, with her head stuck in a book. She was so into her books, as the world around her passed. She was perfectly content, and I don't know why, but the feeling of seeing her in her own world, made me feel at ease.

"So," I begin, taking a seat beside her, she instantly drops her book before her brown eyes meet mine. She smiles faintly, before it's removed. She puts her book away quickly, and pull out noted instead

"What is this project about anyways?" I question, dumbfounded. I never payed attention in class.

"Well, it's about love." She says, her soft voice feeling good to my ears.

Oh boy.

I knew absolutely nothing about love, I was loveless.