Kyrian Rhodes D11 {done}

His mind was nothing more than a fog. Mist clouded his brain from all the blows and broken noses, yet Kyrain stood in the middle of the battlefield fighting amongst his peers. He blinked, and his opponent caught him off guard. One, two, three punches to the face followed by a deafening crunch. Kryian raised a hand long enough to dab the droplets of blood away, and he quickly shot his dark eyes towards the man standing in front of him. His blood boiled as his hands clenched tightly. The eighteen year old spun around kicking the leg out from under his opponent. Dave fell to the ground with a thud, and his hands immediately went up to shield his face as Kryian pounced on his prey. He didn't count how many times his hand pound into his face. Blood caked against his knuckles as the body beneath him went limp, and a guy pulled him from the body, and a soft whisper burned across his neck. "Chill, man, don't wanna kill the poor guy. They'll get ya for murder."

Broken bones had nothing on him as he forced himself into a standing position swinging the guy off his back. He spun around tempted to knock Josef on the ground, yet he chose not to at the last possible second. "Haven't I told you not to mess with me?" Kyrian asked while glaring at the guy in front of him. His hands fell at his side still in a loose fist prepared to fight anyone who tried to over take him. Blood trickled from his nose staining his face. He grimaced the moment the white rag touched his nose. Bones moved beneath the weight. It didn't take a doctor to note his nose was broken again. His face remained blank. Jaw locked. His nose started swelling. If it wasn't for his dark skin, his eyes would've already turned black. The white rag turned a crimson red. The whites of his eyes burned red as he turned trying to find his opponent, but before he could do anything, Dave was on his feet holding his hands out ready to finish what was started. "You couldn't save Crusader, and I doubt you can save yourself."

Fighting was illegal, yet Kyrian took it upon himself to learn how to handle himself living on the streets away from his family. He wasn't one to walk up and say I love you, yet he cared for them more than anyone ever realized. Talking about his family was a definite way to reach the ultimate demise. Kyrian roared at the top of his lungs letting go of the rope holding the emotions in. He never cried, yet the anger was becoming real. His blood boiled. His hands balled tightly into fists as he raised them prepared to destroy the kid standing in front of him. His eyes were narrow. "Dave, you sorry son of a bitch. Don't you ever talk about my family. You have no right. Nothing. You filthy little piss ant." Josef ran up trying to calm the angry beast down, yet before he reached him, Kryian unloaded blow after blow. His fist slammed into Dave's face over and over until blood splattered across his skin. "Kyrian, don't kill him man. Don't kill him." The words barely reached his ears he swung one more time connecting with the side of Dave's head, and he fell to the ground. His chest continued to move, yet his body was limp.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill him? He talked 'bout my family, and nobody gets away with that. Nobody." Those gathered around only glared at him as the words fell from his lips. Josef moved to one side away from the scene before bending down to make sure that other boy was still alive. Fear etched deep into the face of one of the guys gathered around while another guy slowly backed away. And one in the back chuckled. Blood boiling, Kyrian spun around facing those standing before him. One step after another he moved forward finding where the laughter was coming from. His eyes snapped shut, and Kyrian cringed as one of his skull splitting headaches took over leaving him useless for a moment, yet he pushed it away. The headaches haunted him taking control of his body every single day. He had to make an example to show the world that nobody laughed at him. That nobody taunted him. That nobody made fun of his family. "Do you think this is funny? Do you? DO YOU?!" His harsh voice rang through the air buzzing through the silence that quickly followed. But nobody moved. Nobody said a word until a tiny man moved in front of the giant. Kyrian at least had a foot on him standing 6'5. The guy was a twig, and Kryian Rhodes was a beast. Muscles formed from the many years of working relentlessly in the fields, and carrying heavy sacks of fruit.

Silence filled the air, as Kyrian glared at his prey taking in his stance waiting for the right moment to pounce. "Uh, Kyrian, sir, I don't wanna fight ya, but I just wanna let ya know that...."

Crack!

A solid blow landed square in the back of the head sending the large teen flying towards the ground. Laughter erupted as Dave slowly jumped over the massive behemoth with fists a swinging slamming into his face over and over. Blood gushed from his forehead. The world spun rapidly around him. His eyes locked on the apple trees as they danced before him. "Kyrian, call me a son of a bitch one more time. I dare you." His words were loud and clear, yet Kyrian found himself slowly slipping away until a surge of adrenaline rushed through his veins. One of his arms was locked into place as Dave started pulling on it wish as much force as he possibly could. But Kyrian never said a word. He howled to the moon in the night sky as his body turned around freeing a leg. And he was on his feet within a second fighting against the painful grip tearing through his arm. An eerie silence filled the air as everyone casually backed away leaving the two on the ground fighting for ultimate control. "Give up, bitch. You ain't got nothing on me."

His mind went blank as every single word flew through his ears. "Ain't even a fighter. You fight like your brother did. You ain't worth my time. You're family ain't worth my time. A dead mother. A dead father. Everyone dead, and you can't even fight. You shouldn't even get to call 'em family 'cause you ain't acting like a son." Silence devoured him. Every muscle went weak for only a moment as he plotted his next move. The side of his face hit the ground, and his eyes snapped shut. His chest rose and fell, but soon Dave was standing on his own two feet chuckling and laughing with the group of guys gathered around. Kyrian smirked slightly. His lips twisted into a cocky grin spreading from ear to ear. Counting the seconds until it was time. His mind raced rapidly as his hands clenched tightly into fists. And within a second he was on his feet allowing the blood to cover his face. His dark fuzzy hair stuck to the side of his face, and for a moment he couldn't move. The guys were quiet, and their eyes were wide as they prepared to watch the scene unfold. Kyrian stopped just behind Dave, and he exhaled freeing all the oxygen his lungs held. Dave turned around. "I warned you." He hissed pleading with Dave to ignite his temper once more -

"Keepers!"

They all ran as fast as they could away. Blood trickled down his face as he turned a corner heading away from the fighting grounds he set up for the day. Shots rang out, and he never looked back as he turned into the tribute cemetery. One step after another, he walked forward keeping it all in line. Dirt covered his body, and he could easily put it off that he fell on his trek to the final resting place of his brother. Family came first, and if anyone talked about about them, or if anyone made fun of them, Kyrian would make them pay the price. He didn't fear the authority. He didn't fear anyone. In fact his worse fear was waking up not knowing who he or any of his family was. All the blows to the head have ruined his ind clouding it beyond repair. Remembering things became hard, but he always pushed forward doing exactly what he was told despite the rebellious intentions. Kyrian stopped when he was standing in front of the Crusader's grave, and he dropped to his knees. "Hey, brother. I came to see ya again. I know I come a lot, but I got so much I wanna say, and I ain't been able to." His voice was quiet. "I miss ya brother. I miss mom and dad. All of 'em. And now Weaver been reaped. Ain't sure what gonna happen. Just watch over him, aight? Especially if he joins ya."

Kyrian turned around, and slowly walked away dusting the dirt from his clothes. He ran his hands through his dark, fuzzy hair removing the leaves and pieces of rock embedded from the road.

When he got home, he opened the drawers and removed a notebook before writing down everything on his mind, and he formed a letter. A note to those he loved and cared for.

I know I ain't the best son/brother in the world, and I know I fight a lot, but I gotta keep going. Ma, Pa, I know ya ain't happy with me 'cause from a young age you tried to keep me from fighting, but I did it anyway. I never saw nothing wrong with it. But now I sit here trapped in my own mind. Ain't able to remember a lot. Memories are fading away from all the blows. I constantly get headaches. And sometimes I just wanna sleep. I ain't sure what sleeping gonna do, but I'm told it best just to stay awake in case I have a bad head injury or something. I ain't worried 'bout that though. Mama, he talked 'bout you today, and I ain't standing for it. He said ya deserved to die. That you and Pa and Crusader all deserved it, and I ain't worthy of calling y'all family. I know I lie, cheat and steal. I know I don't got the best attitude in the world. I know that I'm constantly getting in trouble, but Imma trying to be a good son. I want y'all to be proud of me 'cause I ain't sure how many more fights I can get into without losing my life. I know y'all would tell me to stop, but it's a habit. And truth be told, it helps me. It help relieve the anger and stress I build up on a daily basis. It helps me feel alive 'cause I'm actually feeling something. I ain't felt in so long, and I'm tired of people making fun of my family. I know I don't along well with Harbinger, Tamron, and Wesley, but mama, they ain't fully related to me. I don't ever want them to die, but I'll tell them I do.

I know I never really learned to read much, and writing this ain't easy. Spelling ain't my strong point, but I always try. I'm learning now. Mama, Papa, I miss the days of lying in bed and y'all reading the stories to me. I miss the days you stood by my side. Through all I've done wrong, you never left me. And I ain't sure how to repay you.

Crusader, I miss ya brother. I miss you a lot, and I fight 'cause I'm struggling to live with myself. I think 'bout ya every single day. And most of my fights are over people saying you were weak, and that you were a coward. Truth be told, I know it's rare, but you were the bravest person I've ever met. And I'm proud to be your brother. I just hope that wherever you are, that you're proud of me. I know I do wrong. I know I ain't the nicest person in the world, and that my skin is thick, and I only show anger most the time, but deep inside I care. People ain't got to know me on the inside. All they see is what I show. Fierce temper and all. I'm afraid, through, brother. I'm afraid I ain't gonna remember you one day 'cause of all the fights I've been into. I'm afraid you'll just become another face in the sky. I hope that day don't happen, but I ain't gonna stop fighting. I know it's against the law, but I don't care. Maybe one day I'll take a hard blow to the head and die.

It'll be better than living here.

I look like you a lot brother. I feel that if you would've grown out a beard, we'd be almost twins. Ya match me. Dark eyes. Fuzzy hair. You only had a tiny beard, but mine is more scruffy. I look at my own relfection, and I see ya standing around.

I gotta go for now.

I'll be back soon.

Promise.

Kyrian

He closed the notebook before placing it back in the safe place. Many letters were printed inside. All of them for his family. He hoped one day he would have the chance to hand deliver them all to his family, but he wasn't ready to die. Kyrian washed his hair and shut himself in his room before closing his eyes to sleep.

The day may have came to an end, but tomorrow as a new day, and Kyrian would repeat himself over and over. His days became a routine. Work. Fight. Sleep. And nothing would ever change.