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I own Sam as a character and some ideas.
AN at the bottom
Prologue
Sometimes you know that life is well... not fair, I have been able to enjoy mine so far. Well not entirely, I have been living good well as good as it is to be with my family; with dad and mom and my baby sister, she's beautiful well she doesn't look like me since she has hair like dad and I have mom's. I'm so happy to be with my family even though we live in a small apartment I'm happy with me and my sister playing or reading, it's weird because I don't like that much the books with drawings because they don't let me think of things myself. Today it's weird, I turned 5 yesterday and we were so happy, I had ice cream and a new doll with a dress that was exactly the same except I have my eye like dad's. Mom said that I looked like the doll I had in my arms, but after today everything has felt weird don't know what but it's odd. I was lying on my bed only to be awakened by needing a glass of water.
"If you don't want to be here, then go! I don't need you, WE don't need you!" My mom was clearly angry by how she was yelling I walked closer trying to not make a sound but the screams were too scary yet I had to go see and what made mom angry. I hope I didn't do anything wrong, maybe it's because I didn't picked up my glass of milk after dinner.
"I don't have a reason to be here, you've known this for years." My dad's voice sounded near the door, I got reclined next to the wall that was out of sight.
"You have a reason you have two daughters, you have two reasons!" My mom protested as she slammed her foot on the ground making me flinch. 'What is happening?'
"That's not true I don't have two daughters, YOU have them. I'm leaving and you can't stop me." My dad said as I heard him pick up something. 'But he's dad, he can't leave, is he leaving because I was bad? What did I do wrong?' I couldn't help but think that.
"You better leave now, you don't deserve to be a father, you don't deserve to." Mom told him.
"Yeah but I was never a father, you knew it. You know what? I'm done, goodbye Jessica." Dad told mom as the door closed. 'He just left... he was never a father? No, he left because of me.' I could hear how something fell and a soft voice crying. I stepped out of the hallway where I could see mom in her knees on the ground.
"...Mom." I said in a small voice, since that's how I felt. "Did dad left because I didn't picked up my glass of milk at night?" I said as I felt sadness on my chest, and how he left because it was my fault.
"No sweetie, he left because he was just not good enough for you." She said in a soft voice as she hugged me, I saw tears on her eyes but that only made me sadder, and I began crying. "But he's my dad and I loved him I have his eye." I said as I cried completely forgetting the glass of water.
My mother is the kindest person Ive met, she always looks after me and my sister placing our happiness before hers, since dad left she's been great and has not cried once. Never have I seen her sad; around me she is always smiling giving me a feeling of safety, a feeling of love, a feeling of joy. To my mother we're her world and I can't imagine my life without her. Mom always is up to make us feel loved, each day telling me and my sister that she loved us, not missing a single day. But as time went on I found out she was in pain, she suffered from not being able to give us enough things. But it didn't matter to her because she was always so kind and caring, even when I asked for dolls or toys she would always say. "We'll buy it later." The first time I lost hope after a few months passed she arrived with the doll I wanted a few months back. She arrived home with that present; even though I didn't want it anymore I knew that I needed to smile at her for her to be happy, so I did it for her. She knew my smile was fake, but she didn't seemed bothered as she knelt in front of me and told me that she loved me. It wouldn't be until years later that I would come to regret making that fake smile.
My mother was called to the principal's office after a result of my exams, I thought I was in trouble for doing bad; but I remembered all the answers and wrote them down in the exam. The history teacher at first accused me of cheating but I told him that I remembered the answers since they were written in the book. I took the exam three more times it was until the third time when I presented the exam in an empty room that they saw what happened. My brain lets me remember anything I see, so they saw me as a genius that went to a public school. I was in first grade and after presenting a few more exams I got skipped three years; I was in the fourth grade and my sister got the same result being skipped to the first grade when she presented the same ability as me. My mom was so proud of both my sister and I, her smile didn't fade for two days and she was so happy, I kept doing my best at school to her that happy again.
One night I woke up feeling thirsty it was a few months after being skipped it's the night I knew that she was in pain. As I walked through the apartment that I heard sobbing in the distance, it was weird I've never heard someone cry this much it sounded as if it lost all hope and was in great pain. The noise came from my mother room in the small apartment we lived in, the door was half open and I saw her in her desk crying over some paper that she received. "I don't have enough for both of you, I'm sorry I failed again. But they must not see me like this; compose yourself Jessica, remember. Both of them before yourself, you can do it." I heard a small rumbling. "I'm hungry, but if I eat something there won't be enough for their breakfast in the morning." That broke my heart, she's hungry and she doesn't complain. "Suck it up, wait for one more day salary comes in a day. Endure it will come." She told herself as she gripped her stomach but she stopped as she cleaned her face with her sleeve from her sweater she had with the waitress outfit she had
"That's right Sammy's birthday is next month she turns seven. I'll prepare her something special, maybe if I save enough I'll buy her that other doll she wanted... yeah I can do that I just need a few extra night shifts." That broke my heart; I didn't know my mother was hungry and that she sacrificed herself for us to eat. But her strength was amazing her will to continue and look forward, her drive was my sister and me for a brighter future.
I was sad the next day after seeing her in that state, but she brightened my day I told her that I was sad because she wasn't eating. But she told me she already ate, that happened throughout the day; she told me that I didn't need to be sad because of that. She said that we need to fight for what we believe in, even when we only feel pain, in the end you will see that what you endured was worth it.
I turned 7 the next month October 22, and I told my mother I didn't want anything for my birthday; that decision was my biggest mistake in my life. She told me that I spoke nonsense; she decided that we would spend the day at the nearby park. We spent the entire day there; mom, my sister and me we played the entire day she didn't seemed bothered to play dumb child games with me and my sister. After a few hours we bought ice cream I was worried for the price of what would cost us the ice cream; but my mother she ordered a big order for all of us. This day was the happiest day in my young life. I saw my family so happy, so full of life, only to have life take it from me. We were leaving a local pizza that was really cheap but really good, I was so happy to see my sister and mother smile so honestly; it almost made me forget how my mother was crying that night. But life had a different plan for me, from then on I didn't liked my birthdays.
It was just after we finished eating pizza and my mother said that we should walk home, I knew we couldn't afford a taxi or a bus to take us home so we had to walk home. That morning saying that I didn't want anything, it still is my biggest mistake. We began walking and we stopped by a toy shop we went into the shop and she picked the doll I asked for a few months back. Another Barbie doll with a sun hat, and a summer dress like the one I had; we spent in the store 15 minutes, those fifteen minutes of making line waiting to pay for that doll I didn't ask for. But that time we spent in that line was what sealed her fate.
We came out of the store and we began walking home, I had a smile from ear to ear with the box of the doll in my little arms as I grabbed my mother's left hand, while my sister had her left; it should've been a heartwarming scene to anyone who looked at us. We were walking for a few minutes but we stopped as loud 'Bangs' were filling our ears. It was as if fireworks were near, it was so close the Bangs were deafening in my ears they were so close. "Ufg." I heard beside me as I was pulled to the ground by my right hand, my doll got thrown out of my arms, I looked to my left as I was face down to see my sister in the ground face down crying loudly. My mother fell soon after, but she wasn't moving she fell her face up as she gripped her stomach. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes had tears. I crawled up her, the sound of constant bangs around us were dying down.
I crawled up to her; her face had tears running down the side of her face. I looked up to see her stomach had a deep red stain that was spreading, I didn't know what to do. I placed both hands on the wound applying as much pressure as I could, hoping that my touch would heal her, but it was doing nothing her eyes were open, she lifted her head to look at me. I looked straight at her; she was smiling... that smile that never left her face, that honest smile that warmed my heart was still there.
"Hey... Sammy, take care of your sister no matter what..." Her voice trembled but it was commanding yet caring, clearly she was leaving. "And remember that no matter what... ugh... happens" She spoke in ragged breaths her eyes still had tears running down her face she was clearly in pain and my small hands were getting stained in the warm liquid but I didn't care, I had to be able to help her. But I paid attention, my eyes were threatening to spill tears but I held strong I need to have her to not see me crying "Even in the darkest night ...the sun will shine brightly... the next day." She said panting harder, her breath was slowing down; I knew she was leaving since I read on a book about blood and how important it is.
I saw how she closed her eyes closed, that honest heartwarming smile never leaving her face as her head returned to the ground her eyes no longer on me; her tears stopped and her chest stopped rising. My hands completely wet and stained from that red liquid, I looked at my sister she was crying and grabbing moms right hand for dear life. "Take care of your sister no matter what." Those words echoed in my mind, that last order she gave me... that mission I would do.
My mother had a sister, our Aunt her name was Laura but she and my mom and her were estranged. She was nice but she wasn't as kind as mom was; she didn't fill that hole my mother left me with. My sister cried asking when was mom coming back for a few months, and where did mom went to? But I had to tell her that she was not coming back that she was in a better place.
But I held strong for months, I didn't cry not even once since losing mom, I needed to be strong for my sister I understood what my mom did for us she held strong and that's what I did. In school I was a trouble maker, but I stood up against bullies who were bullying younger people. That's when I learned to fight, punching it worked and scared people off; it made me feel strong and sure on myself that I could do anything. Coincidentally the bullied didn't get detention or got suspended; I was the one that got suspended for fighting. My aunt always scolded me "What you're doing is incorrect; a lady shouldn't fight with her fists." I didn't care; fighting made me feel strong winning or losing it still made me feel strong. People learned to not mess with me, but I'm still a little girl that threw punches at bullies.
Not even a year passed after my mother died, my aunt got killed one day she went to the bank to make a deposit for her job and... she got killed the same way, a maniac with a gun in bank decided that a hostage should be made as an example that he wasn't kidding when he said he would fire his gun. My aunt being the example, and she was the only victim in that situation. I didn't get to know her a lot but she was good to me and my sister. I still held strong for my sister as she cried again for losing someone she cared about.
My sister and I got thrown into the foster care system, we didn't have much luck as we were not freshly born or were from one or two years of age. Yeah that didn't work out while I was 8 my sister was 4. In the orphanage that we got thrown into as the system didn't found any family for us. I was one of the oldest but my sister was really cute and she was still four that innocence still shone brightly, many people tried to adopt her but she wouldn't budge not without me.
When they said that she would go in an interview she would ask for me first, in case they said no which they always said no. She would throw a fit and make the couple lose interest in her, she is really smart. In the nearby public school that all the orphan kids went to, me and my sister couldn't attend our other school as it was too far away from the orphanage we attended that new school.
Where the bullies saw my sister as an easy target, along with me as we spent every free time with each other they bothered me for my hair color or my eye color but, they went after my sister when she was alone. After a few times I threatened them but they continued, I gave that last warning towards them but they didn't listen; I didn't want to put them in their place but they made my sister cry, and that broke any patience I had for them. They returned home with bloody and broken noses while I returned with a black eye.
The person in charge of the orphanage was just waiting to throw me out of the orphanage Miss Alfie, she hated my guts for being there. She always told me that because of me my sister wouldn't get adopted, but I didn't care of what she told me it would always be my sister and me. I always feared that my sister would be adopted and that I wouldn't be there to protect her, to be with her; but I didn't had any other way to run out of here the only way I had was to escape and become runaways and from there I would've rise from there, so my mind said to me 'hey, you can fight challenge someone to a fight and get money by betting.' It was a dumb idea at first but I began to earn money in exchange for a few bruises, in the end it was worth it.
Fighting became how I got money for a few months, I got 300 dollars from victories; I could've gotten more but I lost several times I won because boys underestimated a skinny girl with a strong punch. My grades were really low I didn't pass any subject that year I was in 7th grade yet I didn't know anything as I didn't attend classes to fight for money, after all a 9 year old that knew how to fight was weird but it made the bets interesting for them. So I was able to convince my sister that we should leave in the middle of the night, and look for another place and look for a place to live she agreed soon after I promised her that we would be together forever; that night we grabbed our things and left the orphanage not caring what other thought of us. We took a bus to a nearby city, called Coast City; I didn't had a plan I just hoped for the best something told me that we would be able to do something.
I didn't know what to do, we walked through the city. I didn't know what to do I just hoped for the best. My sister told me that she was hungry and we decided to stop at a nearby diner to eat. The diner looked really understaffed middle of the afternoon and only 1 waitress, even though the diner's a 2 story building but it's still really small. All around the diner photos of boxing were all around the walls, a man with dark skin, and black hair in a ring with bright red gloves and shorts just as bright fighting in a ring, his hand held up motioning he was the winner, belts, medals, and trophies all from boxing. There was a sign at the entrance door '"Help wanted" it read before we were done eating the man behind the register kept looking at us curiously. The dinner was empty but it was late afternoon only my sister, the cook, and the man behind the register were in the diner the waitress must've left.
I walked to the door took the sign and gave it to the man, he had dark skin, white hair and looked around mid to late 50s he looked at me as if I was joking both of his brows borrowed; I looked at him with determined that I was not joking. That is when life started to look up to me sort of, it was summer me and my sister were runaways with nowhere else to go. Earl became the grandfather I never had, not that I know who my grandfather is never knew and never cared. I told him my story, how I lost my mother and how the orphanage was unfair. He told me about his story how he lost his wife and his unborn child in an accident he later decided to drown on his work. So he allowed me and Annette to stay in the second floor where it was the storage for the diner. As it was still summer I started working as a waitress in the diner earning money, but it wasn't enough for me and my sister to go to school, so I decided that she would be the only one going to school.
I decided to start again with my business, I got beat up but always covered my face to avoid getting bruises too obvious sometimes it worked others not so much; it went on for a few months. But It wasn't until I was approached by a man in a grey suit, since usually my fights happened in the same alley. He approached me and told me I had talent, since that night I won 2 fights in a row one against a girl bigger than me with ragged clothes which was an easy fight, and the other one against a 15 year old kid. The man gave me a card with an address, and a phone; and told me that I could win three times what I earned in three months, so I did the logical thing and went to the address the next night.
It was a real ring, in a metal cage for a boxing ring inside a cage like dogs fighting in it, the only difference is that blood stained the floor of the ring, men, women and other men in suits with money on their hands, were screaming at the ring where 2 guys were fighting each other blood on each of their faces brutally punching each other. 'This is brutal.' I thought, the noise almost drowned my thoughts as people went crazy loud when one of the guys hit the ground I approached the man from last time, since told me that I could get thrice the money I had earned meant my sister would go to a private school if I won here, for a few days.
So I began fighting in the ring at first I dominated amateurs trying to fight someone with experience I was still a little 9 year old, but it got bad really soon. After my twentieth victory they decided I was ready for the big leagues, I thought the same as I won against boys and girls my age or bigger than me, but boy was I wrong; I got pummeled by a man in his mid-twenties. That night I limped to the diner everything hurt badly, Earl was there since the diner was 24 hour service but he usually wasn't there, and I was lucky since the worker in the night shift didn't ask me any questions, but Earl he saw me limp and bruised and helped me, bandaged my ribs, and sterilized my cuts. He knew what I was doing since almost the beginning.
I never noticed that all the pictures in the diner of that boxer were Earls. As the years progressed Earl taught me how to box, I progressed through the ranks of the ring on the women's side since every time I fought against a man I was only able to win a few times; I was unbeatable on the fights for newbies with Earl training me I was one of the best. Annette didn't know what I was doing I told her that I was working late and that I usually fell or tripped; she helped me bandage my bruises. Even though it left me like a mummy or surrounded by bandages I felt happy to be with her.
I learned a lot about fighting people bigger than you the first person that I beat was called George "Crusher" Rowland; he was the first person to beat me in the "big leagues". After a few tries I was among the best of the ring, a common face that would win more than loose. But that changed when something green happened, the green lantern became the hero of the coast city as soon as he showed up flying around the city at night made everyone ware of how we operated around the ring. It always had to be changed since we got caught once by the green lantern and the police. I can admit that he's an eye candy from the times I saw him fight, he could make things buses, cars, chains, anything out of thin air and they were so solid it broke walls and metal of the cage of the ring.
That was 4 years ago now I'm 13 and Annette 9 all the money I got was around 25000 dollars all that money for my sister and her future in college, but each week I gave her all the tips I got from working as a waitress at the diner for her to buy whatever she wanted only if I approved of it. We bought a TV we never had one when we were little, and a small laptop for Annette to work on homework, it was also for myself but I didn't really care I had my flip phone which was useful and I liked it. I was watching the news as I heard loud explosions on the background of the reporter. "We're reporting live where Green Lanterns are fighting the one known as Doctor Polaris. With Green Lantern clearly in the lead." I watched intently as the green things hit the one known as Polaris straight on; as he got hit in the head by what looked like a pillar of marble he went to the ground unconscious the reporter went quickly after him to interview him.
"We are here with Green Lantern or one of them, please tell us how did you won against him?" The interviewer clearly content with how it was resolved and that she was able to get close to him, his brown hair and sun kissed skin made him remarkably handsome even on tv he looked like a movie star.
"Well it was easy, I mean; I have fought him a few times and he always tried to find a way to beat me but he never is able to fight against me. I can only say that it's always a challenge but being a hero and stopping the robbers while keeping everyone safe is enough for me." His voice reeked of smugness, and it's like he's receiving an award. 'Talk about glory hound.' Getting fed up with the interview I decided to turn off the TV and called for Annie to celebrate her birthday.
"Come on Annie it's your birthday let's go to the park to celebrate then we can get some ice cream; even if pops says that it's unhealthy we can make an exception." I told her as she took my hand and we headed towards the diner, we were happy that it was a special day and it's good that we don't have to be near wreckage.
"But you also tell me that it's unhealthy." "This is why I can say that we can make an exception." We went to the park which was a few streets away from the dinner but it was for kids around the area to play, it's a really beautiful place it's not the green lantern memorial park where there's even a statue of the green lantern of coast city. So we spent the day having fun on the park playing on the swings and as I promised Annie for her birthday we ate ice cream, smiling through the meal even if we knew it wasn't healthy it was a way to be happy and I was so happy to see her little face with a big smile.
"Sis let's go! Grandpa told us he got a surprise for us back at the diner." Annette told me as she was trying to take me from the bench in the park; it was around 6 and pops always told us to be home, so we decided to leave the park. As we walked from the park Annette was really happy, smiling through the whole way. 'I will make anything to make that happiness stay there.' As we crossed the street I saw 3 people walking straight towards us each with a weapon in hand one with a knife, another one with a baseball bat with blood, and the man in the front with a metal crowbar, I pulled my sister behind me. The man in the front looked a lot like 'oh no.' "Hey Light Fists, we have a score to settle." His voice sounding in my ears, his creepy way of talking always bothered me.
"No we don't, you lost I won end of story; now get out of here before I make you." I argued with him, threatening him to back off.
"Listen brat, you made stop and I need my stuff, you know. So pay me what is rightfully mine or else, you get it." He said pointing with his crowbar at my sister, my sister flinched and stepped behind me her hands clutching my shirt.
"Don't threaten her weakling piece of trash." I told him, he stepped forward and swung his wrench at me I took a step back to avoid it, and his two cronies charged at me, the one in the right swung his bat aiming to my face I pushed my sister back to get some distance she stood to the side before, I ducked under the swing and upper-cutted him under his sternum taking him down to his knees before I could do anything else, the other one that had a knife he slashed at me a few times in quick succession, I took a step back the man kept slashing until they landed one is above me chest making a sharp line cutting at my shirt, and another one in my stomach. Both slashes burned but I Ignored the sensation, as he tried to stab I was able to land a punch on the inner side of his bicep he groaned in pain as a clang sounded signifying the knife was in the ground I punched again on his arm until I heard a crack, after that I threw him over my shoulder using his weight against him. Once he was in the ground below me I placed my shoe into his face repeatedly until he was knocked out and blood ran to the ground from his face. The other one tried to get up only to receive a kick to the neck knocking him out instantly.
Crusher looked scared his eyes darting from me to his men he threw his crowbar at me I side stepped it to the right, my sister was on the other side of the street frozen in place with fear in her eyes, he placed his hand on his back pocket and took out a gun. 'Oh no' he pointed the gun at me I froze; he was not thinking straight, his eyes are clearly wild not clear of the situation. The way his eyes were glassy and how his whole nose was red meant that he was using drugs, and they're affecting him. But as he saw me freeze he looked beside me to the other side of the sidewalk, he smiled in a crooked sick way it made my entire body feel a chill run through me, I realized he was going to shoot and who he was going to shoot, I couldn't stop him.
Four bangs rang through my ears, bringing me out of my frozen state I saw how all four of the shots landed on her, I saw how my sister just curled up and bent over as her stomach and chest had bloodstains that were getting bigger, I rushed to my sister my left arm stretched out trying to reach her. Four more bangs sounded in my ears I saw how three of those shots went through my left stretched arm making it fall limply to the side pain emerged from those wounds My hand was just held by the skin on my arm as well as bone in there. But I was able to reach Annie before she hit the ground as she was falling.
"Sis, this hurts... please... make it stop." She began to cry from the pain; slowly I placed her on the ground since my left arm couldn't carry her anymore. The pain in my arm was too much, it was burning so much it hurt like I was just in fire the gash in my stomach and chest were also burning but my left arm was hurting like it was set on fire and as if my arm was breaking constantly one bone after the other.
"Don't wo..." Another bang interrupted me I felt it land on my left shoulder, the pain and burning sensation almost made me scream. But a scream sounded in the street.
"SOMEONE CALL 9 1 1, HELP! SOMEONE!" The voice of a woman was crying out and calling for help. My attention was still on my sister how her eyes watered, and my entire body is in extreme pain.
"Hey, ugh, Annie stay... with me. Don't worry you will be alright." I began panting, and my eyes watered. "You will be alright tomorrow... I promise you, we will go to get ice cream and a movie and you will not have to go to school but I promise you it will be alright." She was smiling at me as her eyes watered and she grimaced from the pain, but all those words were for me rather than for her I had to make sure to not grimace I knew what was about to happen and my eyes were watering, my hand and arm was just hanging.
Sirens began to fill my ears, police cars and ambulances. But Annie wasn't focusing on my eyes; she was struggling to breathe "I can hear them sing." She coughed as blood leaked out of her mouth. "They're singing my name... sis they're so pretty... mom's there too, she's reaching out." Annie was saying to me, her face filled with joy even though they were her last moments. I knew what I had to do, it was her time and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Go with them Annie, go with mom." I didn't receive a nod but she smiled and closed her eyes. "Goodnight Annie." "Goodbye Sammy, I love y..." She responded as she let out her last breath her last sentence not finishing, I felt deep pain in my chest the feeling that my world crumbled. I shook her body but it was not responding me, her mouth had blood and I could feel my shirt slowly getting covered in her blood.
"Annie, Annie! ANNIE!" I screamed as I shook her body trying for her to respond but she was not answering as her eyes not moving and her head turned to the left no energy left on her, she's gone and I couldn't stop myself from breaking down, I began to scream and cry I felt getting dizzy after screaming. I felt arms wrap around me carried and placed into a stretcher I tried to struggle but arms held me down, my entire left arm was in so much pain I didn't feel it, the only feeling I had left is the pain in my shoulder and the dizziness. Slowly I began to drift off to sleep, and darkness overtook me but before that I could only think. 'Where was a hero when you needed him? He saved the city but couldn't save me.'
So this is the rewritten form of light fists, any reader might recognise the first chapter but it does have its variations. Like Sam being in the in universe rather than as an insert, and well there will be a variation between this story and light fists since the other will be more lighthearted. Well I've been browsing for a few days and well I can't say I'm not amazed by how the GL OC rate increased by a lot on the YJ updates, I don't know if it was me writing light fists or another inspiration. Well this is a similar story but with different tone and a ship that will be revealed later.