Hey guys, I've been contemplating on doing another Shield story, and went over several different ideas, and today I came up with this one, so lets see how it goes. R&R please. Also the first half is in the OC's POV which is Skylar Black. The second half is in Well... I'm sure you'll figure it out :P

Chapter One

Dusk had fallen, and the sky turned a vivid pinkish orange color in a cloudless sky. The wind blew gently, the grass under my body flowing forward with the wind. The trees overlooking the city views gently swayed in the breeze. Overall it was a beautiful evening, but then again, it wasn't.

What does a teenage girl do when there is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide? With drug addict parents, and an abusive father, who do you turn to? Who can protect you? Maybe the police can help? Take me away, put me in the system, and maybe even get into a foster home? What would that be like?

It's better this way. I can fend for myself, protect myself, and somehow, some way, make it out of this mess.

There's a train coming through the city now, I can hear it off in the distance. Maybe if I wasn't so far away, I could catch it, like you see in the movies, and it would take me away, somewhere far away, and I could disappear, and start a new life.

I stood up, dusted off my jeans, and straightened out my shirt, and pulled my beanie over my long multi colored hair of purples and blues. I looked to the ground, where my back pack lay filled with a few pairs of clothes, a few pictures consisting of my brother and me as kids, and twenty three dollars. I picked up the bag, it was heavy, but I ignored the strain, and walked into the woods, away from the world I was forced into.

I walked, until I couldn't walk anymore. My chest heaving, trying desperately to catch my breath, my body gave way, and I slumped at the base of a tall tree. The birds were quiet, except for the owls, which I could hear faintly hooting away in the night, and the crickets chirping. Who knew that night time in the woods could be so lively, when it was so quiet during the day?

I thought of my brother, and wondered where he ended up? How was his life doing? What became of him? Did he remember me, or had he forgotten?

Dad had kicked him out on the street, told him he didn't want to raise a boy that was a sissy. "Maybe if you had to face the world, you'll grow a pair." Dad had said, and didn't give him time to pack. Tyler was kicked out on his butt, eyes red with tears, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I tired though, I rushed to the door, but Dad threw me backwards, and I landed with a thud against the wall. His arm resting at the base of my throat, and he pushed just enough to cut off my oxygen. My eyes burned with tears as he spoke, "If you want to see yourself out on the street with that bastard of a brother, then go ahead, if not, get your ass in your room and do your homework."

I was too young, and too scared to disobey, and so I scurried off to my room, and slammed the door shut, before falling to my mattress on the floor, and cried myself to sleep.

I rested my head against the tree trunk, and before I knew it, my eyes drifted shut, and my head buzzed images I wouldn't remember in the morning.

Sweat dripped from my body, and my muscles burned, and I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, but I didn't pay attention to any of it, it only fueled me to keep going. One more punch, one more, good, hard punch and I could win this. I cocked my arm back as far as I could go, and threw my fist forward, hitting the guy on the side of the head, and he went down. The referee counted to three, and it was over. The crowd cheered, and I raised my hands up, smiling, I won!

I went over to the guy I had been working for, went by the name of Hunter, a smile plastered across his face, and I knew I made him proud. "Good job tonight, kid." Hunter said, clapping me on my back, and waited for his car to take us away, before the cops came.

I tried not to watch as he thumbed through the stack of bill in his hand, thumbing through them like he had all the money in the world. He could very well have had it all, for all I knew, I was just a street kid, no job, no future, no skills, no nothing to my name, this was it. If it weren't for Hunter and his generosity, he took me in, gave me a place to live, gave me a job, illegal or not, it paid, cash in hand. "Two hundred tonight," Hunter said, handing me two one hundred dollar bills. "What? What about the three we talked about?" I asked, trying not to sound like a whiny baby.

"You got floored, I didn't think you were going to make it tonight, kid, you're lucky you got that much. Take it or leave it."

The driver stopped in front of a run-down building, streets filled with crack heads, prostitutes, and gang bangers. I snatched the money from Hunters large fist, and hurried out of the car before he changed his mind. "Oh and Seth, if it happens again, it really will be a hundred less for you. And tell that dim wit up there, he better answer his phone next time I call, or he can kiss his chance to fight away."

"Yes sir." I replied, and watched as the dark window was rolled back up, and the car took off down the street, tires screeching, as it went. I sighed, and tucked the money into my pocket, and made my way up the flight of stairs, and up to the fourteenth floor, second from the top. The walls in the hallway were peeling with decay and age, the air was musty and humid, and most of the doors were stained a fowl yellow color. I walked to the end of the hall, where I stopped, facing the door that house me and my roommate, also an underground fighter, the same guy that Hunter was talking about earlier. I searched my pocket until I found my key, and I let myself in. The house smelled of smoke, and alcohol, and I instantly knew Dean was home.

Sure enough as I rounded the corner, Dean lay spread out on the couch, tattered old couch, a cigarette between his teeth, and a bottle of beer in his hand, while his other hand drummed something against his bare chest, he only had on a pair of jeans. He hated clothes, no, he didn't like wearing shirts, but when he had to, he wore a tank top.

"Hey Seth! Look at this." Dean said, jumping up on his feet, he swayed side to side a little bit, indicating he had too much to drink, "Look what I found today." He said, flicking a pair of oversized sunglasses on his face, and then he reached into the back pocket of his holey jeans, and pulled out a women's wallet. "Not much in there man, but enough to buy a little party, beer's in the fridge."

I didn't say anything, but took out a beer, popped the cap, and sunk into the couch, as I chugged down a good portion of the bottle. Dean was a street kid just like me, although he wouldn't tell me about his past, where he came from, or if he had family somewhere, he'd always just shrug it off like it was no big deal. One thing was certain, blood kid from the streets, knew how to fight, in fact, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here right now. Guess you can say he saved my life, brought me to Hunter, got me cleaned up, offered me a shower, and that's when I got the job offer, course I didn't start fighting right away, I had to bulk up a bit. Dean taught me how to fight, and soon enough I learned my own style. I was quick, smart, and fast on my feet, and most importantly, I was good.

"Hunter said you better answer your phone next time he calls or else."

Dean just laughed, and shook his head, "Or else what? He's got no one else to fight for him, just you and me. What's he gonna do? Pull someone out of his ass, pfft. You better get some ice on that." Dean said, as he leaned forward, putting out this used cigarette, and chugging down the last of his beer. "That's it, I'm going to sleep. I'm beat." Dean said.

I made my way into the bathroom, and flipped on the light. My face was pretty fucked up. I had a nice shiner round my left eye and cheek bone, and my lip was busted. Dried blood pulled around the cut area of my lip, and crusty chunks of blood that had dried on my chin and jaw. I turned the water on, and sighed at the noise the pipes made, the water rushing out in a brownish coppery color. After a few seconds, the water cleared, and I was able to wash my face. Too tired to do much else, I made my way to the couch, where I quickly fell asleep.