Promise
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The city was his haven. His cement jungle. The place he could run and be free from all the troubles of his life. The place where he could protect the innocent and deliver a swift justice.
He could run the roof tops. Burning down the darkness that consumed the city. Taking down the walls the people of the city had built to protect themselves from their own ignorance.
It was his city.
It brought him pride to know he could save at least peaces of it. Bring back the hope that was crushed by the thugs and scum.
It was his home.
He knew it better then anyone. He could run the entire city blind folded and know exactly where he was going. He knew every alley, every street, every gang.
It was his fight.
He was the cities protector. The one to save the city that was so destroyed by the acts of man kind. He would save any and all, scaring the younger gang members into a better life style and stopping the older ones who couldn't be saved.
He would save the people who couldn't protect themselves, bringing them back to the light. Showing them the way.
It was his life.
He thrived for his city. As much as he gave life, it gave it back to him. Giving him the strength, the will, to go on another day. To fight another fight.
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So what happens when someone says you have to leave your family, your home, your fight... your life...
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...BOO! did I scare ya?..Ya I didn't think so lol so what did ya think of it so far? R&R! Luv ya! Ruth.