"Some are born to feast and the others spend the rest of their lives begging for scraps."
"How can I make this the best night of your life?"
"Take me back to Africa."
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Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above
But don't weep for me
'Cause this will be
The labor of my love
Here we are, don't turn away now
We are the warriors that built this town
Here we are, don't turn away now,
We are the warriors that built this town
From dust.
Cain POV:
It's different now. I can't seem to shake off my nightmares and leave Africa behind. I can't let go of my training, but I need to, I can still feel it kill me.
The smell of blood waived through the air at the same time the skin on my knuckles split and pain flooded my entire hand. The roar of the crowd was deafening, yet my heartbeat still flooded my ears.
I was in math class, I could see the teacher talking but I couldn't hear her speak. Looking down at my notes, the words seem to jumble and mix together and form sentences that weren't there before.
"What are you gonna do about it, American boy?"
"You don't have the muscles or backbone to defeat me, you are not worth my time."
"Where have you been! It's three in the morning!"
"I wanna beat him, will you help me?"
"After everything I've made you do, why still try?"
"You have bags under your eyes, why?"
"Don't hold back."
"The winner is Cain 'TheForeigner' Heron!"
"Where have you been?! What happened to you?!"
"Where did all this money come from?"
"You have to stop, you can't live like this."
"Cain." Looking up from the paper, the teacher, Ms. Norbury, looked very concerned at the shaking student. Large bags underneath his eyes, hair messy, and knuckles bruised black and blue. He looked broken.
"I'm fine." As he said that, a sudden sharp pain in his side winded him. His vision blurred, breathing laboring, and the rest of his senses failing him as he fought for the movement of his body.
The whole class scurried to surround the fallen boy, the moment he collapsed no one did any sudden movements until the teacher checked his pulse and left with some students to gather help. He looked rough, but still somehow attractive.
