章 9: Chapter 9: The Past Haunts Us All

"Why try and delay the inevitable? Come on Colt, you're a fighter, a machine meant to beat the asses of others. You can't just sit back and let others push you around, if you do that then you might as well just lie down and eat s**t." I look at her with a light frown, all these people are pushing me to fight but I just want to be normal... A bell rings and students begin to scramble to the front doors, my wrist band reads 1:24. I look for Nat who has disappeared into the crowd and left me by my lonesome. I sigh looking towards the sky wishing for nothing to happen at all, for me to just be normal. As I begin to drift off I feel a dull pain in my chest, a blunt pain that won't go away. I slowly open my eyes to find myself surrounded by three guys that look familiar, like I've seen them before. I feel one kick me in the side where my wound lies, causing me to clamp my jaw and groan. The beating ensues, the three not letting up with kicks, stomps and bashes. I lay there, not wanting to fight and unable to as the three lay their onslaught thick. Everything begins to get blurry, they begin to make my head a primary target as everything slows down. I feel a brutal strike to my head and all goes black. The taste of blood, my own blood in my mouth, a cloud of red that overwhelms me and overs takes me. I feel as if I'm floating in a sea of darkness, all alone and unable to breathe. Escape is futile for I cannot undo the chains in which I've used to ensnare myself, holding me to this level. I can't breathe as I'm suddenly pulled down further into the inky abyss. Everything fades as I look at myself in the mirror, unable to come to terms with the creature that stares back at me. A killer, his hands stained with blood. Some of the blood is of that of evil men, men who had greed and wanted their wrath to ensue on the world but even more of that blood was of the innocent. Blood of those who didn't deserve to die, who should still be alive if not for me. The scene shifts as I open my eyes to find myself in a Snow White field, white for as far as the eye can see. I feel a drop of something and wipe it off before looking at me hand. There on my hand is a stained blood mark, the clouds let lose their fury as more and more of the blood spills down, staining the blanket of snow that was once white but is now stained with my sins, stained with the blood from each of my victims yet all I can do is watch. Unable to move from the spot I reside yet tears spilling forth from my eyes, sobs escaping my mouth. Where did I go wrong, when did I change from an innocent little kid into a cold hearted killer. Maybe it was then as I laid on the ground, looking up into the sky. My body mangled and broken from the fall I had just endured. A fall I wasn't supposed to live through as all grew cold. When I opened my eyes I saw my father, a man of high standards with a grimace on his face, curses spilling from his mouth,