"Ah!"

I could feel my legs trembling, my eyes shaking, and my mind aching.

I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm angry.

A noisy dark and filthy alley, for those who had such an excellent life, and for those who had the same life.

"Fuck you, all!"

Except for the few sobs escaping my dry lips, I could also hear the squeaking of alley rats scattered across the vicinity.

Murmurs of disgust and offense lay scattered in front of me.

I couldn't care less if they wanted to burn me or sell me.

"Just please!"

Kill me!

I couldn't bare the weight of living, I didn't even know if it was alright to be alive, but I know things wouldn't always go the way I want them to.

I tried to distract myself, I wanted to smile.

Ever since I was brought into this world, I knew already that I was alone.

My mother abandoned me; my father tried to kill me; I knew nothing about my family.

Is it alright to be alive?

"No!"

Why am I alive?!

Creeping below my chest was a hole streaming with blood, my bones trembled with fatigue as I endured its broken remarks.

*Sigh*

A gaudy dreamworld filled with gasp of stinky air, that would soon shatter with the impact of a metal bat.

Standing little by little in this dark alley, I tried to strengthen myself, I knew my life would hold no meaning if I give up, or at least that's what I thought.

"Fuckers! If only I could"

I wanted to die, but at the same time, I wanted to live, to experience, to feel.

I was tired of living yet I again tried to survive.

"I don't know anymore"

Balancing my breath against the painful ache from the hole in my chest I poised a stance.

"Come at me you fuckers!"

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"Pfft"

"AHAHAHAHA"

One man snickered his step shallowly under the puddle of dark water, he had a weapon at hand, his eyes were boisterous, and his body was significant.

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Behind him was a couple more people ranging from the age 20 to 40, they also had a weapon or two in their hand.

I was cornered, I had no way of escape except if I knock them all out, which I know would be impossible.

"Hey, look at this fucker acting all tough." The man holding a metal bat voiced, "You really want to die huh?" He added amusement curling in his eyes.

I simply didn't reply, I had to keep my guard up if I really wanted to get out of this situation.

My eyes drifted from place to place before it settled.

"There!" I mumbled.

If I could get pass this large guy then I know I can escape.

This time I have hope, but first I needed to get past this hurdle of shattering glass laid across.

Perhaps, because I knew I wouldn't die from this wound that I was able to get up.

Through my broken gasp all eyes lingered across, feeling intent from which behold.

"You're planning to escape?" The large man scuffed; his weapon whiffed below my elbow.

"What? Scared to hit one injured guy?" I mused, stepping back behind the wall.

"Well, I couldn't careless if you guys kill me. I would even be happy for the favor, but I know you can't so I'll resist"

"You guys know that you really can't kill me? Can you?"

"Well, I'll admit we can't due to orders, but let's face it. With that horrible wound in your chest do you really think you can escape our grasp?"

"HAHAHAHA, what an interesting person. Boys don't kill him!" The large man ordered his eyes directing from the swarm of people behind him.

Multiple steps rushed in the narrow alley compelled by my labored breathing and the noise of metal clangs.

My senses were dull and my strength was on its limit.

*Sigh*

"I give up."

Slowly releasing a tight grip over my hardened heart, blood flowed from within; heat and life flowed through my veins as my breath balanced itself from a blade.

One man closed his distance swinging a metal pipe from my side; my eyes hovered between the man and the pipe before landing a blow directly to his nose.

"Krgh!"

After the man another few came across, I had no time to dilly dally, I needed to face them.

"You guys should go home! And spend time with your wives, ungrateful bastards."

Jumping from a dumpster onto the wall, pushing my weight across my toll, I landed with a shallow fall.

"Heh! Can't quite catch me,"

Turning my head in front there was sharp blade coming in front of me, of course I dodged it; Barely.

"Fuck, that would have hurt!"

My legs hunched below the man, I balanced my self with a hand, sweeping across with a speeding hand.

As the man stumbled below, I took the chance grabbing the blade with my left hand.

Perhaps because I knew I wouldn't die here that I was able to fight myself out.

With a smug grin I let the blade danced around my hand, spinning intently as I stepped forward.

Aiming towards the large man I smiled maniacally, "Weaklings!"

I could see rage bubbling across the mans face, his head shining as the rays of sun hilted towards the darkness.

"Nice head." I let out a laugh.

His head was turning rage, I don't know whether it was from embarrassment or from rage, I couldn't care less.

My chest ached from time to time but I let it off I knew it would only take a single to treat this wound so I continued.

"What? You want to cry?"

"You little fucker!" The man rushed raging towards me his head still shining with the light.

"Bald bastard!"

Intercepting him with the back of the sword a clang drowned the surroundings.

"Fucking little shit!"

Through our swing of furies another man lingered besides, swinging his wooden plank in a vertical arc.

A loud thud echoed as the plank hit my head, blood dripped and my head felt fuzzy.

Though they weren't taking any breathers as they jumped immediately above me.

I couldn't do anything but roll in the dirty water.

"Nice hit!"

Regaining my balance, I grabbed the blade and aimed it towards the large man, his eyes though weren't faltering as if he knew I wouldn't be able to stab him.

"Tsk!"

Rotating from the handle I tried to hit him without the blade, but he blocked it; gripping hard with his arm he easily took the blade and shot through me with a glare.

"Cocky little brat!"

Staring from above, his head started flaring as one strand of hair swayed along with the breeze.

"Well, they didn't say I can't take an arm or two. So, Adios boy!"

Poising with a striking stance, he took his body towards me striking downward.

"You really want to die huh?"

Facing the blade with no fear I tilted a few centimeters away and charged my left hand with force backed with my weight.

*Drip*

Blood flowed from his nose to his neck as he slumped below the dark concrete.

Turning from the remaining people I glared with a command, "Go back to your mommies, you wussies!"