SoulMate
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Wind blew past my face as I walked down the crack coated sidewalk. With my hands inside my jogger pockets I slowly trudged down the road, mindlessly. It was a 20 minute walk as we passed numerous neon light signs illuminating the pathway in front of me.
Coming to an eerie Street. I looked up at the sign making out the words 'Elmer street'. I huffed and cautiously looked around before we disappeared into the dark alley. The two noisy idiots walked inside a graffiti covered school with me not far behind them. Setting down our duffel bags getting ready to start today's practice.
-3 hours later-
Sweat dripped down from my forehead as I continued to pound my fist into the already punctured punching bag. I always came here when I was either stressed, angered, or if I needed to think. As of now I was just all the way fucked up. My anger couldn't dissolve no matter how many times I threw punches it only helped me earn blisters and bruises on my hands.
For me to end up here: an underground fighting arena; gives you a pretty good idea of how fucked up my life has been. I didn't believe in true love or soul mates because all I've ever known is that reality doesn't give a shit about a person's problems or if they've done good or wrong in life.
All that matters is that the weak ones always end up suffering the most. Which is why every day after I wake up you'll find me here: a dingy looking training room. It wasn't like the building was unkempt, but since this used to be a school building it had a certain worn out look. Which makes the perfect scene for an illegal underground fighting arena. The description fits perfectly.
I sat down on one of the gym benches, wiping away sweat with a cloth. It was dead quiet since I was the only one here at 5 in the morning. I was sulking and filled with unwanted rage that couldn't reside even if I wanted too.
My anger wasn't evident by first glance, but a single glance at the training equipment and you would think a pack of wild wolves lived here. Almost half of all the training equipment was demolished or in poor conditions. Laying my head into my hands, helped me to calm those raging nerves.
The creak from the door opening was enough of a hint to know who had walked in. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as a pair of pure white air forces showed in my vision. Although, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. I had a feeling this person didn't care if I was or not in the mood to speak. They sighed heavily, before starting to speak. Her voice was familiar, it was that same silky, innocent aura beaming off her that caused my heart to clench.
At this time I began reapplying the bandage around my fist when a hand swiftly grabbed the roll from me. I snapped my head toward them, my mouth wide getting ready to yell.
Seeing her face caused my heart to drop instantly: Bags under her eyes, frenzy hair, bloodshot eyes, and her face was paler than usual. The beautiful Ivory color I loved so much was now three shades darker.
Seeing how I was the cause of her current state created a hole of guilt within my chest.
She held her hand out wanting me to take it. Her smile seemed to still glow regardless of her tired state. I smiled up at her morphing our hands into one allowing her to help me up.
"Let's go Elijah, everyone is concerned about you." She spoke softly while handing me the Nike gym bag off the ground. Keeping our hands linked together we both walked out the gym doors.
Walking in the direction of a pink Lamborghini brought a even bigger smile to my face. She never ceased to surprise me either...that's why she's my other half. My Soulmate.
~2 Months Earlier~
It was early April when he first laid eyes on her. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was given a special job by my father. He wanted to see how I would handle a group on my own. Sad to say I had to threaten a couple of them before they got their act together. We we're delivering a load of drugs to a client when there was this commotion.
"Continue with the order!" I sternly spoke before cocking my gun then jogging toward the noise.Coming close to the alleyway I peeked over seeing a guy hunched over someone. "It's a girl." I flinched turning around coming face to face with my best friend, Vincent. He held a concentrated expression as he examined the area. A low "clear" escaped his lips as he walked quietly behind me into the dark area.
With two blades in either of our hands, we quietly crept up behind the male figure.
The girl shifted her eyes over landing on me, I could tell just by her eyes that she was scared for her life. I signaled her to maintain calm as I crept up behind the man putting my arm around his neck causing him to slowly fall to the ground, unconscious.
Vince was quick to remove any weapons from the man and drag him out the alley. I waited till he was gone then turned around to face the girl. She had her eyes tightly shut and her breathing was heavy, hair covering her face as she shook, still a little frightened. I bent down leveling with her grazing her face I removed the strands of curls that outlined her face.
The small action causes her eyelids to flutter open, revealing two big, beautiful, hazel, brown eyes. She looked around before settling her eyes upon mine, confusion clear as day in them. She didn't look no older than her early twenties. I gave her a small smile which she returned politely back. "You alright babe?" I asked leaning forward. She didn't move or speak she just stared at me.
"Yo Eli- I mean man we gotta go, we got the package!" Vince stuttered realizing that the girl was still nearby. I nodded toward him turning back to the girl. We looked at each other before she let out a quiet "Thanks". I smiled while simultaneously backing up to head back to the truck, but before completely leaving I glanced back seeing her already looking toward me. She waved before I turned and disappeared behind the concrete wall.
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I watched her from my car. I watched her day and night making sure nobody touched what was already mine. If she knew it or not she was. It's been seven months since we first met, and more than five months in which my lust for her had turned into pure obsession.
I couldn't get her off my mind, but I don't think I ever want to forget her. I couldn't say no when she was involved unless it caused her harm. Who would say no to her. Any man could clearly see that she was drop dead gorgeous, but the only man who should say it to her face was me.
The way she captivated me could be considered a sin. The way she swayed her hips as she'd move around. The dark brown locks that flowed down her waist can cause an eruption of lust to swarm around my body. I was never really one to be so obsessed over a female before, but recently the feeling seemed strong enough to create a very noticeable dent in my pants.
Maybe it was how her plump lips seemed to always look kissable or the way she'd bite down on them. Either way I couldn't deny that that was how I learned small things can definitely have a big impact. Hence, the dent in between my legs. The small action was in fact bigger than I expected, it was becoming more of a sticky situation. If you catch my drift....
A slight groan escaped my mouth as my hand subconsciously began palming the growing little friend down below. My head snapped back as I began fastening the pace,the more I palmed myself the louder I would groan out. It was like she had me under her spell I couldn't contain this urge anymore I had to have her. I needed her the fucking blue balls will eventually become a purple balls.
I was becoming addicted to wanting her that I wanted to become addicted to owning her. Sooner or later I'd be holding her in my arms. "Sh*t!" I cursed aloud stuffing my still throbbing member back in its proper place. My face displayed horror as the person opened the side door slipping in. I Cleared my throat acting as if I wasn't just stroking myself a couple of minutes ago.
The figures name was Josiah, he looked up toward the driver seat smirking. He was my best friend while I was his right hand man. He stayed right beside me no matter what he always had my back and neither one of us were close to retiring from one another. "Were you just jacking off?" Josiah questioned giving me his signature smirk.
I knew there wasn't a point in lying to him because one he is my best friend since birth and second he is my boss. So basically...yeah no point. He squinted his eyes observing me before his face turned sour and he scrunched up his nose in disgust. A raspy chuckle left my lips before putting my arms behind my head resting them there.
"Disgusting man!" Josiah complained still disgusted. "Aye sorry man.." He glared at me feeling violated. "I don't mind when your in your own car, but did you forget whose car this actually is?" He asked placing his gun in the holder.I shook my head not in the mood to talk anymore.
An annoyed huff coming from him caused me to let out another chuckle, I honestly enjoyed teasing him. "Let's get back to base man, sitting in this car when you've done who knows what to it makes me nervous." He spoke out truthfully.
"Imma need a flame thrower and a very large disintegrator." He exclaimed earning a weird look from me because his looked showed me he was dead serious.
"Such a goddamn germaphobe. quelle putain de chatte." I whispered the last part in my native tongue. ("Such a goddamn germaphobe. what a fucking pussy.")
"What the fuck did you say!" I also sometimes forget that it's his native tongue as well.
"None bro." I replied