Fighters
Ya know the drill.
A fighter is just that, a fighter. People say "Oh, everyone is a fighter!" No...this is far far from the truth. The truth of the matter is, a true fighter doesn't simply fight, or seek out challenges. We live from day to day, as if it's our last one on this plane of existance. We do what we say and we say what we do. Simple as that.
We're a rare breed, you could say. Of course, now your all possibly rolling your eyes. However; think back. As far back as you need to for this. Think back to your school days, the person that no matter what it seemed no one screwed with them. Despite their size or weight, no one messed with them. At all, infact. People avoided that person like the plague. Now ask yourself -why-? If your all having the bit of a problem figuring that answer out, let me tell you then.
As I said, it didn't matter of their size, weight or "clique" they belonged to. They kept to themselfs, keeping themselfs tucked close to itself, not walking around all macho like or "I'm king shit!" like; rather the air that flowed about them..spoke for them. You ask now, what air? A sixth sense, you could say. The way they looked at you just simply unnerved you, or how one moment their in direct line of sight, the next second their down the hall in all what seems mere seconds. That air. That -feeling- that they gave off.
It spoke for them, it quite bluntly says "You can hit me as hard as you like, i'm just going to get right back up, grin like an idiot and come back for more." We. Don't. Know. How. To. Give. Up.
Regardless to how much we want to. I'll admit it, I cry myself to sleep almost like clock work every other night. Why? Because i'm not weak. Your possibly highly confused now on that little twist, so let me enlighten you all. A fighter doesn't know when to quit, doesn't know when to give up or how to fail. We claw, fight, bite, snarl grab, scratch, punch, kick - everything to make it. We_want_to be weak. We want to be the ones being protected and faught for. Not the ones -doing- the protecting or fighting. We want to hide behind someone, cower there and let that 'shield' do our work for us. We want to. Oh god how do we wish we could do that. But we can't.
And we hate ourselfs for it. Why? Why the hell not? Try fighting for thge greater portion of your life, if not all of it as most of the true blooded fighters really do. Always being the shield for someone. Taking the blows and hits no one else would even dare think of taking; then ask yourself "Why would they want to be weak?"...because...we're all tired of fighting the fights no one else will. Tired of putting on a mask with a smile just to help someone else out. We. Are. Tired. Of. It. --...yet even then, we still do it in the end. Because we don't know how to quit.
And we hate ourselfs for it.
-Jase aka Dragon
"And as I step forth to the edge of oblivion, I spread my arms and await the silent death that
will never come. For a Hero knows no fear. No boundaries they can't overcome. For the Hero does not fight for
themself, rather those they cares for."