The Challenger

1-Hell

Black...

All I saw was black.

I was trapped in an abyss of nothing.

Was i dead?

Was I dying?

I tried to open my eyes. all I saw was white.

Black and white. Two opposites that meant totally different things but they went so good together.

I heard the faint sound of sobbing coming from a deep rough voice.

In the corner stood a man that looked around 19, sobbing, looking at me with his deep chocolate brown eyes.

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4 months ago...

There I stood looking at the one place i would call hell. Why did i have to come back. i didn't want to face all the bullying, not again.

I liked school, i just didn't like the people there.

I put on an innocent act but really i'm a street fighter that has no family and no job(except fighting of course).

Fighting had a decent pay and it was the only way i could provide for me, myself and I.

I lived in a very small apartment just 15 minutes away from school and right next door to where i lived was an underground fighting cage.

I had trained myself to fight when i was 7 when my parents were brutally murdered in front of me.

Here i go ,walking into school with my head held low so no one would see me, but unfortunately i couldn't see either so i ended up running into a wall.

I fell flat on my butt but then i looked up to see chocolate brown eyes staring back at me, i all my books. a rough voice shouted at me ' Watch where you're going twerp!' and then he left.

What a jerk! why do people have to be so rude. i clenched my hand into a fist so hard that i drew blood.

I covered up my new cuts with the sleeve of my black hoodie.