Hey to whoever is reading this! Well, I'm new to Wattpad and I'm not to great and writing stories. Anyways. I'm not exactly sure how to do this so please bare with me! Oh! And if I have a bunch of misspelled words I apologize! I have Autocorrect and stuff. I have read threw it and tried to fix everything but I might have missed some... or a lot. So if I do have a lot of misspelling please let me know!
James walked threw the streets, his limp was getting better and his other wounds were almost healed. He rubbed his eyes, the sky was getting dark and he would need to be at that street fight soon. If he wasn't he knew that something much worse than some kicks and punches would happen. The streets were empty, not much people walked around in these parts. Not even cops came down here unless if they were forced to. A lot of people thought he was nuts. A 15 year old kid, walking around these parts alone. James didn't care though. He could take care of himself. His father trained him how to fight. That's how he was so good. His father had been a street fighter when he was young, then when he was older he got into MMA type stuff and soon got into the UFC. James crossed his arms and pushed the thought of his dad to the back of his head. The air was cold and brisk, it was lightly raining and the dark clouds covered up most of the sky. The weather always seemed to be like that. It was very rare when there was a nice, shiny day. But that's what you get when you live in the big old city of Gotham. The city was a horrible place. Crime was everywhere. People died almost every fuckin day. James didn't get why so many people lived in the city. It's like the devil's son made the place. After a couple minutes of walking James walked inside a small diner. It was warm and bright inside the small place. Only few people sat in there and they didn't look too great to talk to. So James went and sat away from them. Only a couple seconds later a young girl came over. James was surprised. She was thin, beautiful with brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes. What the hell was she doing round here? The girl was staring at his face. The scars on it from rings. The fresh bruises and small cuts. James sighed and looked down "Can I just get a cheeseburger?" He asked in a low voice. The girl nodded and put a glass of water down in front of him. "I'll bring it right to you," she said and walked away. James watched her as she walked back to the kitchen. What was a beautiful women like that doing around here? This wasn't the type of place for a girl like her to be around. He shook it off and sat back. He looked at the clock. In a hour he would need to be at the fight or he would most likely be killed. Literally. The only noise in the place was of dishes being banged together the the sound of food getting cooked. Why in God's earth was it so quiet? He didn't like the silence. He really didn't. He had been in worse places than this and it was louder. But the smell wasn't to bad. Besides the smell of the streets outside it smelt like any diner would. There was candles lit every here and there and you could faintly smell their pumpkin scent. The two other guys that were in the diner were looking at him funny. Like he was a piece of meat that a big dog would chew up. Like he was a little chicken bone that they could easily snap. James didn't know why. He was a muscular guy. He knew a lot of fight moves. James avoided eye contact and just waited for his order to come. Soon enough the young girl came and set his food down on the table. A cheeseburger with some fries and ketchup "Thank you," he muttered. The girl nodded "Anything else?" She asked. James shook his head "Nah, I'm good..." the girl gave a curt nod and walked off. James quickly ate. He hadn't eaten in a day or more. He also wasn't suppose to be eating things like this but he didn't care at the moment. He ate quickly, drank his water then gave the girl her money once she came back. He stood up and was just about to leave when he saw one of the guys get up and walk over to the girl. The man pushed her against the wall and started to say something. James could tell that the guy smelt bad by the way the girl wrinkled her nose. James stood there for a second before he saw the man try and kiss her. He started to walk over when she slapped the guy away and he punched her. James frowned and sprang forward. He tackled the guy off of her and to the floor "What the hell do you think you're doing? You son of a bitch!" He yelled at the guy and without noticing he started to punch the guy. James felt his wrist get grabbed by someone and he was thrown off of the guy. He looked up to see the other guy standing over him. Dammit. What did he just get himself into? James looked over at the other guy who's mouth and nose was bleeding. James looked back at the second dude. Before James had a chance to finally get up the man grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, dazing him for a second. The man took advantage of that. The guy started to pound James like he was a sack of beef. James could feel the crushing blows of the guy on his face, stomach and ribs. James could feel blood running down his face already. When the punches paused for a second and the man went up to kick him, he finally got a opening. He grabbed the guy's leg and with as much force as he could summon he hit the guys collarbone. The man yelled out in pain and fell over. James saw blood fall over his eye and he painfully wiped his face with his hand. Blood covered his hand and he sighed. Fuck. That wasn't good. James looked at the time. 20 minutes til he had to be at the fight. He would have to run in order to make it on time. He quickly went to bathroom, cleaned up his face and left the diner in a rush. He went in a flat out sprint down the street. Even though it was cold and his body was screaming at him to stop running he pushed himself on. It was either get to that fight or die. The streets were wet and there were puddles of fresh water on the ground that soaked James pants and shoes. He was breathing heavily by the time he got to the fight. James walked over to the people that kinda 'owned him'. He was like a fighting dog. The people made bets on who would win. Whoever won, their 'owners' got the money and split the money with the fighter. James only fought because he had no other way to get money. His parents had died in a fire that the mad dude called The Joker caused... James was on the opposite side of the crowd than the other fighter. His 'owner' or whatever was pissed that he had gotten into that fight at the diner. James just shook it off but he knew that if he lost this fight the guy would be even more pissed. "Don't lose this fight," he heard Diablo, his 'owner', growl into his ear. "I know," James said and nodded. He stepped forward when he heard a guy yelling out, and starting the fight. James wasn't too sure. This guy was tall, muscular. The guy covered his face up. James didn't know why. He just didn't look like the type of guy you wanted to tick off. James walked forward, like usual ready to strike first. But this time the other guy launched in first. The guys punch was like a giant bolder slamming into you. This guy wasn't a ordinary guy. He seemed too strong for any normal human. James was shocked by the blow he hadn't even realized he was laying on the ground with new blood dripping from his mouth. James quickly stood again and struck his opponent, but it had no effect on the guy. James clenched his teeth and avoided another punch but only to be greeted with a kick in the ribs. He gasped when he heard a crack and he fell to the ground. This time James had no chance to get up. The other guy was kicking him, each kick sending a strong wave of pain threw him. He felt a kick hit him in the face. He saw blood soak the ground next to his face. Then he blacked out.
