The God Of Fear (chapter one)

"Your god has forsaken you, for he hears your cry's, but he does not listen. Beg to heavens to save you, they are the only ones who can hear you know"

The words circled in my mind, like a hurricane, shaking my thoughts, I need that rush again, I need to feel the adrenaline again! It had been three years since I had been on a mat. The injury I had sustained left me a shell of a man, forgotten and thrown out, the man who was considered to be the next prodigy of wrestling. I had moved from a small town with my mother. She's an amazing person, the only family I have, the only person who understands me. I sat in the dark room, curtains down, I had only my thoughts to keep me entertained, I noticed the weights on the floor next to me, And move them into the corner. As I move the last one I look at myself in the mirror, I was ripped, I spent three years straight working for this day. I lay down on my bed, tomorrow was the first day of me being here at this school, "I wonder who will notice first"

I walk into the school with everyone else, I'm alone. As I walk down the hallway, I see many looks, looks of fear, looks of intimidation, looks of pure disgust. I hate it, I hate it all, it's nothing but savagery, people are ranked from weak to strong, the strong prey on the weak, while the weak sit there like bitches and take it, you can find some weak amongst the strong, and strong amongst the weak. As I walk to my locker, I bump Into a guy walking down the hall," you better watch your step bud" he says to me, I laugh, "it's my first victim" I say, I grab him by the collar, I'm looking him in the eyes, deep into the delinquent facade he has put up, he pushes away. There it is, the heavy breathing, the electric pulse, the look of fear in his eyes, ahhhh I love it, only he can see under my hoodie, the face I bear, the scars of previous bouts, my eyes, and my smile all combine for one hell of a fear factor, I keep on with my day, the classes, the work, it's hard, I can feel it, as if my body is mass producing adrenaline, waiting for the right moment to let hell loose.

I go through with the day by day, until October 4th, it's time, it's the first day of the season, the day can't end fast enough, finally I hear the bell, and I'm the first one in the locker room, as guys fill the locker room, I'm already dressed, my hair is messy and soft, it hangs over my face like a body bag over a stiff. I walk Into the wrestling gym and start stretching "Hi, you the new guy" I hear from across the mat, it's the coach, he walks over to me,"yes sir I am" I say in response, " Ok, well start jogging" he says, his voice is thundering, he's not a small guy, 6'4 and ripped. "yes sir" I say. After jogging, we are split into two groups, the experienced and the non-experienced, the non-experienced are taught the beginners moves, while the experienced are it through live matches to determine the highest ranked, I come up to the circle my face dark and grim, I look at my opponent, I've read up on him, runner up last year for third in his division, he's tough, compared to the other weaklings here, I look him up and down, strong and tall. We get into our stance, IM BACK IM BACK IM BACK IM BACK....

"I'm back"