Memories of Love
Blood dripped on to his hand from his bloodied nose. It ran off his hand and stained the asphalt below his palms. Chris Barker's shaking arms were the only thing keeping his six year old body off the hot black road. They were starting to give out from the weight being put on his back from the other older boy's foot.
"Come on little worm. Get down where you belong." The one boy taunted pressing down harder on Chris's back.
"Yeah worms crawl on their bellies." A portly red head added as the other two brunettes cheered.
"Please I just want to go home." Chris whimpered out tears starting to burn at his eyes.
"Ah the baby wants to go home to his drunkard father and whore mother." The blond leader laughed out before stomping down on his back. Letting out a weakened cry Chris ended up flat on his stomach. He shut his eyes tight as the first kick of many met his side.
A shout he couldn't clearly make out stopped the older boys in their beating a few minutes in. The younger boy uncurled slightly from his fetal position of protecting his head to see someone about his age standing at the entrance of the alley. They flung out their hand and he could make out an exchange of muffled words. The older boys laughed and began to approach the other child. Chris wanted to speak, wanted to tell the other to run but he could hardly lift himself off the ground.
The older boys descended on the other child but as they got in close one of the brunettes fell to the ground clutching at himself. Chris didn't get to see much more because his world shifted to black.
When he came back around he could feel that he was being dragged. Chris groaned and tipped his head to the side to see a girl his age half carrying, half dragging him down the street. A red ponytail hung low, half falling over her face as she stared straight ahead. Her features while still soft with baby fat were set in a stone glare. It made her look older. A bruise was forming around her one eye and blood trickled down from her temple. Dark brown eyes shifted towards him and Chris looked away. The girl stopped and helped him sit down. He continued to look away from her having more interest in his feet than her.
"You Okay?" Her voice was broken as if she had been yelling a lot. Chris still didn't look up at her. "My name's Amanda." She said carefully sitting down next to him. He could see her knuckles were bloody and raw so he raised his eyes to her.
"Did you beat them?" Chris asked low.
"Only a little." She laughed lightly. "They were too big for me to actually fight. So I just threw some pressure punches and we got away." The little girl grinned and Chris noted that she was missing her two front top teeth and one of her lower canines. She had a small pale scar along her jawline.
"What's a pressure punch?"
"It's where you hit a single spot that dose a lot of damage. Like the nose, the jaw connection, the groin things like that." She said standing up before continuing. "There is more like little places that can cause a part of the body won't work." Spinning around the girl, Amada looked determined, excited and his cheeks heated as she grabbed his hands. "I could teach you!"
Looking up at her he grinned through the pain. "I'm Chris."
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Chris sat up dark blanket spooling around his tanned hips. He rubbed his head with the memory of her broken smile on his mind. Leaning back slightly he could still feel his hands in hers and the twisting in his stomach that her touch had always given him. She had offered to tech him and he had accepted. Chris never got any good at fighting but he did like spending time at her home with her family of peaceful fighters.
Something moved in his bed stopping his thoughts of Amanda. Pulling back the covers he was met with a full breasted woman, thin in the hips and naked. Chris snorted, so that's what he did last night; he patched that empty hole that the red haired fighter left. Pushing himself out of bed he captured a pair of boxers and pulled them on heading to his kitchen. That woman in his bed was tall with dark brown eyes. Her hair was dyed red so it looked wrong with her Latino features. It was close but it never was her.
He leaned on the counter looking out of his penthouse window. He had made a fortune in the Blood rings after his year in jail and all the things Amanda had taught him had let him make it. He could pick the real fighter out of the street punks. He could see the ones that would be good for bait. The gamblers that had money and the ones that were never to be welcomed.
He built up his empire on the blood and death of others with the help of Mr. LeDoux and his chemicals. They changed the way fighter thought. They healed faster, fought longer and had a thirst for blood that the crowd enjoyed. Chris lived the life he deserved. He could see the lower, inferior section of town where Amanda lived. He had the life they deserved. The life they had planned together.
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Chris laid in his bed with Amanda curled up against him as he gently snaked an arm around her naked waist. He pulled her close to himself. The fight that night had been brutal and his twenty year old lover was exhausted. He stroked her bruised arms with his free hand and guilt pulled at his heart. She fought for them. She bruised and bled for the dream they wanted. A life far from the city, away from her drunken father and debt he had made. It would give Chris the ability to escape his own painful past. They were doing well. They would be free within the year and no one could stop them.
Still he felt guilty that she had to fight and draw blood for them. Sure years before when they were kids it was fun and the hundred dollars or so she won per fight made it worth it but now with larger prizes came bigger opponents. They left more cuts, bruises, and pain than before. Still she smiled and kissed him after. Speaking over and over again about the life they would have.
He nuzzled down in to crook of her neck and she made a soft whimper in response. Pulling back he looked at the bruise from where the fighter earlier that night had grabbed her by the neck. His pale fingers ghosted over the bruise and he decided that it wouldn't happen again but their life together never happened.
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Looking at his hands he could feel her still there in them. They had thrived on each other lived to feel that spark between them but now it was gone. There was something different about her. He had had her so close but something pulled her back. Kept her mind away from where he wanted it to be. He wanted Amanda back by his side.
"Hey baby." A low seductive voice purred as long lithe arms fell around his waist. The woman was pressing her bare chest against his back. Chris turned and shot a cold glare at the woman. She flinched back releasing him.
"Get the fuck off me, slut." He spat shoving past her. He would have Amanda back at his side either as his lover again or his prize fighter. Grinning he felt that old feeling the twisting and burning need she left him with. He would make her love him again.
A/N: I wanna thank everyone that reviewed and I am sorry about the wait before. I am very glad many you have stuck around for as long as this has taken. I kinda wanted to explore Chris a bit more. He's not pure evil just a little obsessed with the past and how their life was together. Questions and Comments are welcome. If you hate it or love it I want to hear about it. Thank you all again for reading.
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