I'll Fight For You

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Silas grew up on the streets. A common nickname for him would be a street rat, or a rogue. He preferred a rogue. "An unconventional and devious fighter," people would often say. A rogues main goal in combat is to use any means necessary to inflict the most possible damage to his opponent. They are disciplined warriors, who's brute strength and defense helps them excel in face to face combat.

Silas was quite good at fighting. He always knew what the opponent would do next. Whether it be a jab, or an upper cut, or maybe faking a cross and going in with a strong left hook to the jaw. He would know.

But one thing he wasn't too good at was new things.

He hated new food, new clothes, new people. And he really hated transferring to new schools in the middle of the year.

"Why can't I just drop out," he muttered and rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window. To which it belonged to his mother's convertible. Not to mention, her new convertible.

"Because, you need to do something with your life Silas, I'm not driving across the country just to waste my money and gas. I'm going to get you into a good college and we're going to get some money." She said and nodded. Her words were proud and filled with such determination, that if Silas wasn't related to her, he'd think that she was telling the truth. But he knew better.

He could see the smile on her lips start to drop along with the little hope she was still holding on to. She didn't have enough money to pay for a decent apartment for their family, so how the hell would she get enough money to pay for him to go to college?

He shook his head and sighed, letting his eyes close as he tried to block everything out around him. His little moments of peace and quiet didn't seem to last long when his little sister, Melanie, gasped and started to sing along to one of her favorite songs.

"You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies, lit up the world as I fell asleep," She giggled and looked over at her bored brother, reaching over to tug at his shirt. "C'mon Silas!" Her laughter made his ears perk up and he looked at his little sister. She looked nothing like him. Melanie was a ginger with beautiful green eyes and freckles dusting her body beautifully. Silas, however, had piercing black eyes and raven hair. He was tanner too, and this was all due to a very simple cause.

Silas closed his eyes and ignored his sister for a moment as he remembered St.Patrick's Day several years back; seven to be precise.

He always bought it was extremely ironic how the day his mother decided to stupidly have sex was on St.Patrick's Day, only to find out she was pregnant. Not that ironic right? Well his sister came out into the world with bright red hair and freckles. She really was their little leprechaun.

"Cause they'd fill the open air, and leave tear drops everywhere," Melanie sang the next verse as it came on and Silas glanced at his sister who's eyes were wide and pleading him to join in.

"You'd think me rude but I would just stand and, stare," his voice finally rang through the car and his sister laughed and wiggled around. And soon, the whole bunch of them were singing the song.

But while the happy tune rang through the car, they soon arrived to the new apartment they were to be living in until he graduated from High School. It was extremely fancy and new for his taste, having a special underground parking lot, and even a swimming pool. 

"Ya sure this isn't a hotel?" Silas asked, grabbing his things as his mom shut off the radio.

"Don't be silly Silas," His mom said. "Of course it's not a hotel." Silas' eyes watched as she pulled several documents out of her purse. It was almost as if she were trying to prove to herself that it wasn't a hotel and that it indeed was an apartment complex.