A/N: Hello everyone. This is my first Death Sentence fanfic so please bear with me. This first chapter is a prologue and the rest are flashbacks just to give you a heads up. Please read and review. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you. Please enjoy.

Prologue

Laying on the hard cement in so much miserable pain hadn't been the way I thought my life would end. I knew I would die miserably, but I always thought it would be at the hands of the very man I despised. The man who forced me to grow up in the cold hard streets of Boston. The man who was not my father. I grew up around death and violence, I never knew love. Only hate. My mother was gone and my dad, he was a no show for the last 14 years, until I turned 15. I lived with the man who was my mother's husband. The man who hurt me daily. My enemy.

I coughed violently on the ground, blood pooling into my mouth and spilling out. I swallowed the thick copper liquid painfully. My body felt like jell-o. I could do nothing but try and flex the muscles in my hand. I wanted to cry but after so long, tears couldn't fall. I had been through hell and back. Tears could do nothing but cause me to feel weaker. I was not weak.

The night sky was calming. I would be able to see the night once more and feel at ease. The night was my time, no one else. My chest heaved up and down faster as I fought to breath. I knew I was near death by the engulfing pain pulling me towards the darkness. My eye lids were becoming heavier and the darkness closer. I was afraid again. I did not want to die. I was still so young. What had I done? How did I end up in such a place?

My head pounded twice every second. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep but I knew if I did, my life was over. The Boston night was cold and I shivered on the ground. I remembered all the nights before when I was freezing at night. Alone and afraid.

"Mecri!" I heard a man shout. I could only turn my head so much to see the man. My sight was blurred too much by tears of agony and fear. Suddenly I could feel the pounding from beneath me of people coming towards me. My sides burned from the stab wound I received that sent me to the ground just moments ago. The man who I still could not recognize, dropped to my side. His hand gripped mine and I knew who this person was. The hand was not soft like Joe's or warm like Bodie's. This hand was uncommon to me but I knew who it was.

"Call an ambulance Bodie." He ordered in a gruff voice I heard so often. I coughed again, more blood in my mouth that I couldn't swallow back down. His rough hand caressed my cut cheek. I blinked and felt tears slip down. The tears stung my face but I couldn't stop the. I was afraid. Afraid of death I always wished would come.
"The ambulance is coming." Someone said. I glances blurry eyed into ice blue eyes. My breathing increased and so did the pain in my side. I saw a flicker in the ice orbs, something close to fear that was masked in anger. I could always see through him. No matter how tough he was, I knew he was just a broken man who was forced to grow up. He was like me. I was like him. I could have been him, if given a chance. Maybe that's why he kept me away from the man who was not my father. He knew what I would have turned into.

"It...hurts." I managed to say no matter how painful it was. "Don't talk." He whispered to me. And then he touched one of my wounds. I cried out in pain. More hot tears streamed down my face. "Fuck." He said rubbing his temple. He hadn't meant to hurt me, just see the wound at my side. I knew there was a puddle beneath me since my back felt like it was emerged in water.

From afar I could hear sirens but would they get there in time? Would I be saved? "I'm...sorry." I muttered trying to reach up to touch the tribal tattoo on his neck. It was a hard move seeing as I could hardly move. I knew everyone was watching me, hoping and praying and wishing I would be okay. I traced part of the marking, my brows scrunching as another wave of pain hit me. "...Thank...you." My arm was too weak to keep tracing and so it fell, my bone banging against the hard concrete.

"Merci." He said my name once. My eyes slowly closed as I slipped further and further in unconsciousness. The darkness welcomed me with open arms. I fell into them, a peaceful smile on my face. Was this it? Was I finally at peace. No more running. No more pain? But what I felt was my heart shattering. No matter how much I wanted to be at peace and finally sleep, I was leaving behind everything I knew and loved. Leaving behind the family I was bonded into. Leaving behind my brothers. And it hurt worse than death.

I never had a chance in life, not until I met the Gang. Never knew what it was like to sleep without having to wake up afraid or alone or in pain. Until I met them. Never knew what love was until I met him,them. I needed to go back to them.

In the darkest of places I found the tiniest light, The light that fought against the consuming dark. I reached for the light, grabbing it with my hand. I wanted to go back. The darkness was consuming and I saw every bad moment, every worse even that happened to me flash again. I was torn. Each memory was painful as I was forced to be in a world that did not want me. As I was forced to become what I did not want to become. The memories I longed to forget.