6:10 AM Frenzdy
"It's Tuesday, what fun" Sean would groan as he got out of bed. "Mildred do you even have any fighting experience?" Sean would question her. She just shook her head. "Fucking hell why are you even here!" Sean would yell as he threw a pillow at the wall. "I'm going out. Do whatever you want just don't disturb me." Sean would walk out and slam the door, breaking off one of the hinges. Sean would walk down the usual sidewalk, stomping calmly. People would avoid him, but with fear rather than disgust this time. Sean would walk into the very shady fight club, and entered into the next bracket. He would wait about 30 minutes before being called on to fight. As Sean walked into the ring, people were laughing at his skinny body, which was exposed as they were fighting in shorts without any shirts. Sean kept his moody demeanor as the announcer presented the fighter. He was a tall man, a whole 5 inches taller than Sean, and he was quite strong. He had orange hair and was looking for some easy money. The referee did the countdown, and they started fighting. Being a well-known fighter, the man, who's name was Krtizo, had all the bets on his side which meant that if Sean lost this, he'd have to pay every man in the room. Kritzo started out with a punch straight to the face which had so much force put into it that the room started filling with smoke. As the smoke cleared, people could see Sean, standing completely still. Then he spat out his cigar, and stomped it dry. Sean grinned, and put his hand on the man's shoulder. He threw the man behind him and the man was immediately knocked out. That night, Sean came out a hundred thousand dollars richer, and with everyone's respect. As he walked out, a man came up to him and passed him a letter. "I just found this written for you and left on the floor, sorry about the news pal." the mailman said as he walked past him. Sean was confused, when he started smelling smoke.He dropped the suitcase containing the money and rushed to his house. What he saw was his own home, covered in flames. He rushed into the house and started grabbing anything he could. He took his Manga, his video game console, all the games he could stuff into his pocket, and a stack of old books. He started to run back out but tripped on a piece of fallen would, and he landed on an old rusty nail. Sean would yell out in pain as he was on his knees. He ripped the nail out of his knee and placed it on the table right next to him. He started to stumble, and the suit mixed with the heat was deadly. The smoke had started to pile up, but he was determined. He picked up the old books, which were still in a pile, unlike his Manga, and decided to dart out of the room without the rest of his belongings. When Sean got out, he saw firefighters putting out the fire. Sean realized that the suitcase had probably been stolen, and that the only suit he had left was the one he was wearing, which was half burnt. His face had also been burnt on the left side. Sean ran and ran from everything. This was the first time in years where he couldn't understand anything. What caused this?
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