Humans Lust for Violence, Fire and Desire

"Mr. Hendricks, Elijah 18 years old, you're asking for your adoption file why?" Elijah's breath got caught in his throat. He waited almost a decade to find who he really is and where he came from. "I wanted to know who my real parents are, and why they abandoned me." Elijah hissed. He was angry, of himself and his parents. For the past 18 years, anger was said to be his best friend, he was like a match waiting to be sparked. The adoption agency's director gave him a wary look, before opening Elijah's file and continuing. "Mr. Hendricks, you were born Alberto, no last name given" Elijah knew this, after several foster homes he gave his own self a name. "Your birth mother is named Maria, she gave birth to you when she was 17 in Harlem, New York. She was homeless." Elijah gripped the chair arm rests. The information hitting him harder than he expected. Elijah grew up with three different moms, from three different homes. But each mother did not want him, Elijah was put in each home by the government to hide his background. "Your father .. he is a convicted felon. He was behind bars when you were born and has been there ever since he left your mother the moment she found out she was pregnant-" The director was cut off by Elijah's violent voice. "Do not say she's my mother, she abandoned me, I am not her son" Elijah swallowed the lump in his throat. Blinked away the tears that threaten to leave his eyes, but he still listened. "Maria, she gave birth and left you in a crate in front of a fireman house, she is also in prison for robbery." The director wanted to continue, seeing Elijah with his hands shielding his face from him. "Elijah, you should know that when you were 8, your mother had gotten back into contact with your father" The director stated. Elijah's eyebrows joined together in confusion, what does that have to do with anything? He slowly nodded, signaling the director to continue. "She ran off with your father, right after he escaped prison and she got pregnant with his child again." His immediate reaction was to groan, the news hit him like a fist to the chest. How could his own mother, flesh, and blood, leave him but decide to have another baby? "She had twins, a boy and a girl" Emotionless, Elijah had no words, he wondered if they are alive and well fed, had a bed to sleep in and a roof over their head. Something he craved all his life. "Your mother kept them, Alejandro and Verónica. Now that she's in prison, your fathers in prison and no known family, coincidentally you coming here saved me a trip from telling you that you are now responsible for them." the director also gave Elijah the files of the two young children. Moments passed with the director excusing himself to go get the children to meet their older brother. When she came back, Elijah saw the exact replica of himself when he was younger. The air in his lungs escaped when his eyes landed on his little sister. "I'm gonna take care of you guys." He wasn't sure if he was reassuring them, or himself. This was his family now. Flashback, 10 years earlier. 8 years old. Pain. The feeling of my skin burning ricocheted throughout my skull. Looking over to my left I see the book from my school I'm reading, "The Lightning Thief," was it just thrown at me? "You!" I saw her coming towards me like a rabid animal. She is my adoptive mom, I must've done something wrong for her to react like this, she's always acting like this. "You're nothing but a waste in this house, ain't nobody wants you here boy." She roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me to our basement, I was thrown down the cold, hard, cement steps. Before I could get back up she threw more books at me, slammed the door shut and locked the door leaving me helpless. Present Time. 2/22/17 Pain ricocheted throughout my head once more. I could already feel my right eye start to swell, losing my vision. "Come on! Eli get back up!" I heard my coach yell. Quickly standing to my feet, I dodge the oncoming punches from my opponent. He didn't wear gloves and I didn't wear a mouthguard, apart from the rules. Rules of illegal underground fighting, are to never wear protective gear and to only punch and kick. No biting, slapping, or body slamming. Fighting was easy for me, which is why I joined this group. After dodging a few hits some more, I did the move I was known for, the backhand kick. My opponent wasn't focusing on me when I swiftly turned around and roundhouse kicked him in the face. His body went limp and fell to the floor. I faintly heard the referee countdown. 5, his hand slammed down onto the cement floor. 4, the vibrations from his voice echoed throughout my body. 3, my coaches hands shook my shoulders in victory. 2, the sounds of everyone yelling was as if my eardrums rupturing. 1, when my opponent didn't get back up and was carried to the back room by his own team, my coach, and leader of this underground fighting walked over to me. "Son, you're one hell of a fighter, you've earned this" The leader, Mr. Rossi, handed me a black duffel bag. Zipping it open I see what I was promised for taking down my opponent. $100,000 was now claimed mine. It was a big reward for taking down the strongest man in California. Fighting underground meant consequences. There is no way I can go to a Hospital and seek help for my wounds without saying I was fighting illegally. Not when I have two siblings at home waiting for me. I say a quick thanks to both of them and assure them I will be back next week for another fight. Throwing the bag over my shoulder I walk out of the sketchy building we aside in for these fights. When I see a very old friend of mine, it brings a smile to my face as I greet her, "Phoebe Burton, my dear friend, I can't thank you enough." I dump the bag into the trunk of my 2014 Chevy Silverado and turn to hug her. "Don't thank me, it is my pleasure watching Alejandro and Veronica, they're adorable." This Friday I asked Phoebe to watch my brother and sister, not wanting them anywhere near where I fight. Phoebe and I actually met during a fight. She was only doing it for the money, but it went against all my morals to hit a woman who has done no wrong to me. But of course, Phoebe thought that meant I was calling her weak, and unable to fight so she came charging at me like a mad woman. I sure as hell doubted her. Now she's the one training me a few of her own moves. Ever since that night we met 4 years ago, we never left each other's side since. Literally, Phoebe and her older brother Danny lives with me and the twins in a hotel we are currently staying at under fake names. We fight for money, it's not like anyone is hiring two 18-year-olds that got kicked out of every adoption home they ever lived in. We both get into the car and drive back to the hotel, because of our sketchy background, we asked Danny to help us find a home we can permanently stay in. But under his name. "Have you spoken to the guards at the prison? Did you make any time to see him" Phoebe hesitatingly asked me. Before my biological father's execution, I wanted to speak to him for the first time. "Tomorrow, I'm bringing Ale and Vera, they've been asking who our parents are," I was scared, nervous and felt like my insides were turning inside out. What questions will I ask? I highly doubt my father would even want to speak to me. FlashBack, 3 years earlier, 15 years old. My 'sibling' was trying to hurt me. Behind my fake parents back. I was in yet, another adoption home. Now that I am fifteen years old, I understood what my adoptive parents were saying about why I was put in their family. My adoptive mother said it was because my real father was a fugitive. They put me in families that seemed worthy enough to protect me. My adoptive father is some sort of agent. He was assigned to protect me until otherwise. But she could never protect me from my 'siblings.' The oldest is Jaxson, he's 18. He has made it clear dozens and dozens of times that he despises me. I supposedly took his mother away from the moment I joined into their family. Then, Scotty, he's 16. Whenever my adoptive parents turn their back for only a second, my adoptive brothers immediately tries to hurt me. Like now, Jaxson is starting to inch towards me which an evil look on his face. "You little i***t, how many times do I have to tell you?! Stop touching myself!" Jaxon purposely grabs the back of my neck and starts to drag me to the kitchen. It wasn't until I saw the flames from our gas stove. The fear started to creep up my legs straight into my heart. I felt my heart drop in horror. "You decided to touch my laptop? Are you deaf or flat out retarded? It doesn't matter." Jaxson shouted in my ear. He turned the flames higher before I could even yell for help, he slammed my arm down onto the flames. He covered my mouth with his other free hand, For the following 5 seconds, I could feel my skin melt. 1, The heat from the flame made my whole body feel cold, ironically. 2, I felt the air in lungs be pushed out. 3, My eyes started to roll into the back into my head, the light was escaping while the darkness invaded. 4, The blisters that were forming on my arm started to pop open and ooze the white sticky substance. 5, Everything went black