Weeks have passed since my parents threw me away. I was cold, hungry and was barely scraping by to stay alive. 

I was wandering the streets in search for food. When suddenly a droplet of water hit my face.

"Ah it's starting to rain again" I sighed as I looked around for shelter.

As the rain begun to come down harder, I picked up my pace, running through the streets. My steps became desperate as the cold started to seep through my hole ridden clothes. Taking a left as I dashed along the path, soaking my shoes and spraying water everywhere, as I crossed puddles. I found an alleyway with decent shelter and decided to stop there. 

"Life hates me" I cried

I'm a whiner, a complainer, I knew that. I am a person who felt the world had something against him. A person who was only alive for the entertainment of others. Sighing, I sat myself down between the wet, mouldy cardboard and curled into a ball, trying to maintain as much heat as I could. My jet black hair all wet an tangled, prickling my eyes as I layed my head on my knees. 

All of a sudden, I jerked my head up to the sound of footsteps, shoes splashing in the newly made puddles. As the footsteps came closer, I began to grow nervous. But ignored the danger signals my brain was giving to me and brushed my worries off, reassuring myself it was just passerbys. I slowly drifted off to the slow and weird beat of the rain.

"Hey look what I found" smirked the man

"Hmm this one will do, the boss will be happy." His companion snickered

"Yeah, he looks fierce enough to put up a fight"

"Well, we'll gt to see once we put him in the ring" 

The two mysterious figures looked at each other and smirked.