Time went on since the insident, and I slipped into a sort of depression. Forced to deal with urban America alone. I didn't even have the support of my family anymore due to the fighting over custody. I knew what it was to feel truly alone. Fighting was my only escape. The time i didn't spend in the ring, i spent walking the streets. Half the time being doped up on some kind of drug. I never really cared to find out wich drug it was.
The questions i had asked that day, didn't matter anymore. Not because they became trivial, but because I didn't care. I lost interest in life and death. Nothing was beautiful to me anymore.
One night wile i was walking the streets a peice of paper fell to the ground out of what seemed lik thin air. I leaned over slowly watching my blind side just in case. When i looked at the paper it said,
" Come in."
That was it, it was obviously refering to the cemetary to my right. I knew it had to be a trap. A mugging, or somone i had pissed off. I still couldn't resist a chance for a good fight.
I moved slowly through the gravestones. I would have loved to join them. The ground in it's cold, damp, splendor, was somewhat inviting.
Then out of no where, something hit me. It felt like being hit by by a car. I flew into a grave stone. When i opened my eyes, through the warm tears i saw a tall slender man wearing black. I couldn't make out his facial features, but i could tell his hair was longer and darker than mine.
"So your the one? pathetic," he said.
"The one what? I'm the one who's gonna kick your ass!" I replied.
I quickly ran at him but when i swung, i hit nothing but air. I had perfect aim, he had dissapeared. But by the time i gathered my thoughts, i felt something hit me again. It was like a hammer in the back of my head. I flew head first into another gravestone. I started to get up but he knelt down in front of me.
He said, "Master told me to show us to you, well here we are." Then he gave me a good haymaker to the jaw. The uppercut sent me flying. When i landed the pain began pushing me into a darkness. I looked up and watched him jump into the air, he never touched the ground until he was out of my sight. Then the blackness took over.
When I awoke i was laying in a bed, there was a man standing over me. I grabbed him by the neck, "WHERE AM I?" I commanded.
"The Hospital," he sqeeled through despearate attempts for air.
At that instant i realized i wasn't still in the fight, I quickly let go of him.
"How long have i been out?" I asked.
"three days pus however long you were in the graveyard," he replied "what were you doing there anyways?" The question was surprisingly unexpected.
"I don't remember," I answered him.
"Maybe you can clear up some confusion for us," he said " Your muscular stucture is unlike any i've ever seen. You have the muscular structure of a young dog."
" I don't know if i should be offended by that doctor," I jokingly answered.
"No, definatly not, it's just... when we noticed it we were surprised. You look perfectly normal on the outside, but inside you should be walking on all fours. Also your c-scan has uncovered a chemical surrounding your brain that not only delivers extra protection, it seems as if it enhances your five senses, and with the right training can give you a sort of sixth sense. You could very well have extra sensory perception," He informed me.
"Look I've got cable i don't need your espn bullshit," I said. Then after a good laugh I asked for my clothes. He refused to let me leave saying they needed to run more tests. I agreed, then decided to take his advice about getting rest. I'll never forget what he said before leaving the room though, "whatever got the best of you must have had some mighty fine tricks up their sleaves.
The thoughts where in my head, "who was the guy who beat me up? I don't meen to brag but i'm no pushover. And what did he meen i was the one? It all sounded like something out of a bad movie, or an interesting video game. I know something is going on.