My whole life leading up to this point wasn't perfect. Far from perfect. Sure I can say I had things that others didn't have like a roof over my head, sometimes warm food on the table, and I only had to fight in the underground battle royal arena only three times a week. But I wasn't complaining nine out of ten my opponent would leave the circle half dead cursing my name as I collected the prize money. It's not that they weren't strong enough. No if half of the people got a good punch on me I would be out cold. You see the one thing those massive body builders lacked was something I excelled in.

Speed. Pure and simple speed. Because I knew with my slim build I could never be the strongest or even take a couple of punches from those brutes. So I put my body through the most rigorous training, exhausting training I could handle and then some to get to this point of my life where I could say I am a unstoppable force.

But with every unstoppable force there is always a unmovable object that blocks the path. Sometimes it doesn't happen at one single point in time, it could happen in several moments. And like a fool I didn't see those moments. It was any normal day for me, a day before I go against another 'Big' opponent. It was like any other day I was on my way back to my apartment after buying a few things from the store a couple blocks over when I felt the back of my head tingle.

'Who the fuck is following me now?! I just want to go home and play some overwatch before the big match tonight.' I though irritated. Sure this isn't the first time someone's followed me before, but I really don't want to deal with this right now. I took a sudden turn in the opposite direction from my place, there's no way I as going to lead a potential threat to my living space. I made a couple turns into the back alleys of the city trying to shake them off my tail. But no matter how many times I tried to lose them nothing worked.

" Where you go'in little Bird?" Mocked the man in front of me as him and a couple of others blocked my path.

" I don't have time for this shit Duncan." I gestured to his goons around me as I slipped on a pair of brass knuckles.

" Now unless you guys want to find out why I number one in the ring I suggest you guys forget about your little dick problems and scram."

" Those are such crude words for someone clearly out numbered." His temper was starting to show from the shaking of his hands, to the slightly reddening of his face.

" Last I checked." I ducked out of the way of the goon behind me, feeling the wind past my ear as he tried to get a jump on me. I went into a slight crouch and swung my fist at him. Hearing a slight click as the hidden blade popped out of the brass knuckle. The poor fool didn't have time to process anything as I ripped apart his throat.

" Numbers don't mean nothing if your skills are shit." At the sight of their comrade dying behind me in a blood mess some of the other goons backed up.

" It's just ONE brat! if you idiots can't do your jobs then say goodbye to the money!" Yelled out Duncan when he saw some of his goons hesitate.

That seemed to have work as some of them charged at me some with knives, others with their bare fists. I dodged the ones with the knives before grabbing the fist the was aimed at my head. Before using his own momentum and tossed him into some others, causing all four of them to end up in a bile of trash disoriented. Which still left at least ten other goons to deal with. Which I did. As they kept coming I dealt with each and everyone of them, from either knocking them down so bad they couldn't get back up, or just plain out killing them. Sure as the fight dragged on I wasn't coming out of this completely uninjured. One, or two of them were able to get a lucky shot from a knife stabbed in my upper arm and a bloody lip.

*Click* I paused from twisting one guys arm out of his socket, while also kicking another guy in the balls.

" I think this has gone on long enough little bird. Now drop him."

" Damn you hired all these goons just form me, and they don't do their job you pull a gun on me... that's a real dick move there pal." I spat out the blood by I feet as I kept my grip on the guys arm.

" You didn't leave me much options Little bird. But let bygones be bygones. Let us walk away and we forget this ever happened." I really hoped he didn't think I was a idiot, because only a idiot would take a deal like that. With no way to assure they wouldn't stab me me in the back. I was about to put a little more pressure on the guys arm before I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard something behind me crash.

"Shit I don't need a witness." Cussed Duncan who shifted his aim directly behind me. With just seconds to think of what I should do next I glanced quickly over my shoulder and confirmed it was a homeless lady, who happened upon our fight.

'It's not my responsibility to save her or not. She should have left when she had the chance.' I know it was a cruel way of thinking but that is how you survive in this world. And no matter how much I wanted to change that nothing good would come out of it.

Snap! The guy in my grip yelled out in pain at his arm being tore out of it's socket. But I paid him no mind as I kicked the back of his knees making his back a perfect platform for me to leap off from and straight at Duncan who was about to pull the trigger on the fleeing woman.

' I guess I really am a idiot. saving the life of someone I don't even know' I grabbed his arm and jerked it upwards cause the bullet to shoot up into the sky. I brought my head back and with as much force as I could I slammed my head against his causing pain to both of us. I felt blood drip into my eyes giving my vision a red film over it but that didn't faze me as I started to wail on Duncan's head. Even when I felt a Knife stabbed into my side I didn't falter. Because I knew when I made the choice to save that lady I forfeited my own life.

But I am taking this bastard down with me.

I went to slash his throat with my blade but I ended up getting his cheek when he slammed me against the alley wall, making me fall off of him.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!* At this point I was so high on adrenaline right now I didn't feel the shot make contact with my chest at all. I put a hand to one of the bullet wounds feeling the warm blood leaving my body.

"This is why you should have taken my deal little bird. and yet you do something even stupider and save the life of a stupid woman. But rest assured I know what she looks like so she won't be alive much longer." He put his handgun back into his coat pocket. And began to walk the same way the lady went when he saw I wasn't moving.

' I thought by now he would know not to turn his back towards me.' I grabbed the small metal bar that was by my feet before I rushed to his back. I had the metal bar in a tight grip with my right palm on one end, and with what was left of my strength I shoved the thin bar in the back of his neck. I felt a bit of resistance when the bar touched his spine but I paid it no mind as I gave one more push sending it the rest of the way through his neck.

" This is why you don't turn your back towards me Duncan." I whispered into his ear before pulling out the metal bar with a squelching noise. I watch as he tried to stop the blood flow with his hands.

But the damage was already done. Even if both of us weren't walking away from this at least knowing that for once in my life I was doing more than just surviving. That I gave someone else the right to live, and that by taking away this guy's life someone else would live in his place.

'I guess this isn't the shittiest way to go... damn this is starting to hurt though.' black spots began to fill my vision as I started to lose myself to the pain as my adrenaline finally died down.

I don't remember what happened next but at least I could leave this world smiling.

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I expected silence to greet me in my final moments but to my surprise a mellow tune began to play in my ear as the world became void.