I'VE CURRENTLY STOPPED WRITING (UNTIL NEXT YEAR) AND ALTHOUGH THIS IS GRADUALLY BETTER THAN NY PREVIOUS STORIES ITS STILL TRASH IN MY OPINION (EVERYTHING OF MINE IS TRASH IF I KNOW I CAN DO BETTER). SO THIS UNEDITED & UNFINISHED SO READ AT YOUR OWN...
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°°Eight Years Later°°
❝Sinclair and Gabriel, you're up next!❞ Couch Jackson yelled at the class of misfits. Gabe pouted as Sin sighed in annoyance. The small, diverse class stared intensively at the pair and awaited for the match to take place. ❝Awe, but coach,❞ Gabriel whined childishly. ❝It's not fair to put me against my brother!❞
❝Ugh stop being so childish and let's get this over with.❞ Sin said glaring at his 'brother'. They both stood up and walked to the middle of the red gym mat. Gabriel looked at Sinclair with a childish smile while Sin looked at him with a focused, determined look. Sin thought Gabriel hadn't changed at all from that day. He was still childish, short, and adorable...except for his glasses that made him look nerdy.
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❝Fight!❞ Coach yelled sitting down crisscrossed apple sauce looking just as interested as the other kids. Sinclair snapped himself out of his thoughts at that word and narrowed his eyes to focus.
He made the first move, swinging his left arm to punch Gabriel in the face. While Gabe was distracted with catching his fist –which he did with ease-, Sin lifted his right leg up and landed a clean kick in Gabe's ribs. Gabriel stumbled back a little holding his side as Sin back flipped to his side of the mat. The class stared in awe. Every time the two fought it seemed like Sinclair got better. He always came up with a new way to land a clean hit to Gabriel's body, which no one else in the class could do. Gabriel smirked as he stood back up. ❝Not bad sweetie, but I won't fall for the same trick twice.❞ Gabriel warned smiling. Sin narrowed his eyes analyzing his opponent to see if he could find his next opening. His legs are closed together and his arms are swinging by his side. He left his self-wide open, but not even a fly would fall for that trap.
❝Fine, since you won't make the first move I guess I will.❞ That statement made Sin dig his feet further into the mat to steady himself. I see it, that bright gold-orangey color surrounding him again. Sin wanted to move back every time Gabriel moved closer, but he just dug his feet even more into the mat, and prepared himself for anything. As Gabriel stood face-to-face with him, he swung his left fist to Sins cheek which he dodged expertly, but then as he smirked Gabriel swiftly swiped his right leg under Sins feet and tripped him.
Once Sin fell to the ground, Gabriel increased his aura and pressed his foot on Sins chest. He didn't know which was more suffocating, the foot basically pressing against his lungs, or the suffocating amounts of aura Gabriel was letting out. ❝Alright, now say you surrender.❞ Gabriel says with a sick twisted smile on his face and hands clasped behind his back. ❝I-I can't fucking breathe!❞ Sin gets out and Gabriel presses harder on sins chest and hits the ground three times with his hand signaling he gives up. Gabriel removes his foot and suddenly the suffocating aura disperses and Sin coughs, from the lack of oxygen he previously had.
