Chronicles of Erik Black Chapter Three.

Erik James Black was not like most twelve year olds. He was odd for his age. Most twelve year olds were into playing sports or hanging out with friends. Erik did none of that. He was a bit of a loner.

He'd been through alot in his short life. He'd lost everything. He'd lost everyone he'd been close to. He'd been through things that most young people would never have to go through...things no one should. It had ruined his childhood. It had scarred him.

Since the deaths of his brother and grand mother, Erik bounced around from foster home to foster home. He never spent more than three months in any one place. This had gone on for two years. Erik was tired. He rarely got any sleep. When he closed his eyes, he saw his dead relatives. He didn't like seeing those things, so he rarely slept at all.

Erik James Black was twelve years old when he met the Piontek family. Frank Piontek was a very large man. He stood nearly seven feet tall. Physically he was a brute, but he had the eyes of a teddy bear. His wife Beth was also a large woman who appeared to be cut from the same cloth.

The two had wanted children for years, but were never lucky enough to have one of their own. Instead, they chose to accept foster children into their home. They thought that, if they could brighten the life of even one child, the world would be a better place. And so they took in at risk youth. Erik was one such child. He was a child on the brink. He could either go down a path of good. One where he could lead a normal life. Or he could go down a path of criminality and wind up in prison. The Pionteks were hoping for the former.

It was a Sunday morning in June. The sun was bright in a cloudless sky. Wind blew through the trees, rustling the green leaves that seemed to hang on for dear life. It was another beautiful day in Fallbrook, California.

Erik sat under a large tree, enjoying the shade and breeze as best he could. He liked how peaceful the town of Fallbrook was. The country setting seemed to calm him a bit, but his mind did still wander at times.

The Pionteks were good to him. They were a loving people that Erik thought he could be comfortable with. Atleast part of him did. The other part wondered how long it would be before he was off to a new home. It was yet another thing that a boy Erik's age shouldn't have to deal with.

It was all getting to him, so he liked to sit under this large tree that sat just outside of the Piontek's property. It was his quiet place. It was his place to clear his mind, though recently..his mind was starting to race. He'd been with the Piontek's for about three months. He couldn't deal with having to pack his things and move again. He just couldn't do it. He wanted to stay with the Pionteks, but he knew it wasn't an option. He knew that he would soon have to pack his things and leave once more.

Erik ran his fingers through his short, black hair. He stood up and dusted off his blue jeans and white tshirt. He couldn't move to another home. And so, with the sun bright in his eyes, he started walking down a lonesome road, away from the place he'd called home for the last three months. Away from the closest thing he'd known as family for two years. He didn't know where he would go. All he knew was that he couldn't go through the process again. He couldn't pack his things and move again. He didn't know if he could take it. Erik had to get away. So he walked that lonesome road, ignoring the frantic shouts of his name. He didn't look back.

……….


A white BMW pulled up to a rather nondescript brick building. It stood only three stories, but there seemed to be a guard desk just inside the front door. Erik sat in his car, watching the guard that sat there. It was dark out and getting very late.

The guard appeared, atleast from Erik's vantage point, to be an older, overweight man. He wouldn't be much trouble. To be honest, not many were when it came to the master assassin.

Erik opened the door of the car and stepped out. He adjusted his charcoal grey suit and ran his fingers through his black hair. He began walking to the door. He was met by the guard, who had opened the door ever so slightly.

"Can I help you?", came a tired voice. Erik looked to the right of the door. He saw the correct address numbers. Erik nodded to himself before thrust kicking the door. It flew open, causing the old guard to roll backwards.

The old man motioned to his right hip. Erik noticed and dove on the man. Without much of a struggle, Erik positioned himself and quickly snapped the man's neck. Erik quickly got to his feet and on his way.

He decided to start on the third floor, so he headed for the elevator.


The building wasn't very large, so it didn't take long for Erik to check the rooms on the third floor. He found nothing. He went down to the second floor. He meticulously went through each room. There was no equipment.

"I guess that just leaves the basement."

Erik stepped off of the elevator and into the basement. The smell of death hit him directly in the face. Something down there had been dead for quite a while. Erik gagged at the stench. Whatever it was had been dead for a while now. Erik didn’t want to, but something inside told hi that she should make his way to where the smell was coming from

It was the end of the short hallway. The stentch was so bad that Erik could barely breathe. He opened the door. What he saw was what he was looking for the entire time.

The room was dark. The only light came from the computer screen that sat at the far end of the room. There was computer equipment everywhere. All of it was connected. There was a man slumped over on the desk. This was where the stench was coming from. Erik walked over to take a look at the computer screen. There wasn’t much to be seen, but he didnt notice a small recording device still in the dead man's hands

"I wonder"

Erik reached down and pressed play. What he heard, perked his ears and shocked him even more. "I see you failed again.", said a german accent on the recorder.

Erik sucked in a breathe. He knew that voice. He grabbed his phone fro his pocket and began typing.

"Jaymz, J, ...Get here now”
…………..

Erik Black is on quite a winning streak. He hasn’t lost a match since being defeated by Neville. He’d taken out half the opposing team at War Games. He’d defeated Michael McBride the following week. He’d then defeated Mezian in a hard fought battle at Savage.

It was a hard fought battle. The Seraphim had thrown everything he could at Erik, but could keep the man down. Bloodlust took over Mezian and Erik capitalized like he said he would.

Erik Black is the most dangerous man in XWF. He’s proving it with each outing. There are still those that would deny him. Chris Chaos is next on the list. Will Erik continue his dominance?

Erik Black sat on a rock. Not a small rock. Nor was it a medium sized rock. No. This was a large rock. It over looked a rustling river.

It was just turning light out. The sun was just beginning to poke his head out over the horizon. The sound of the fast flowing water echoed through the forest.

A low fog had began to roll through the area, giving an eerie feeling. Erik Black sat on that large rock that hung only a few feet above that flowing river. He was surrounded by trees. He sat there in only a pair of white sweat pants. He looked to be at peace, even though he had a gas across his forehead and his right eye was blackened

His fight with Mezian had been a tough one. The Seraphim was powerful, but Erik weathered the storm. He’d taken advantage of an opening and won. That was simply his way

Chris Chaos. Hello. Nice to meet you. Of course we faced each other at War Games, but that was not a proper introduction. After all..We were only in the ring together for a few seconds before I took out half of your team. I’m a destroyer, Chris. It’s what I do. You’ll find out about that soon enough.

Now. I do have to hand it to you. After all..respect earned is respect given. You’re top fifty all time in XWF. That is no minor feat. One would need to be quite dangerous to accomplish everything you’ve accomplished in this company.

Erik cracked a grin.

Of course this company is full of talentless hacks who have no business in a fight. You’ve accomplished a lot, Chaos, but it’s the equivalent of being the tallest midget or the tightest hooker. That pussy may not be sloppy but you could still turn a car around in there. Of course you may not understand that analogy. Been dropped on your head a few too many times, eh Chris? But enough of the games.

Ive tried to make you seem like a dangerous opponent. You’ve won many titles here in your career. Probably in the Hall of Fame. If not, you soon will be. But this place isn’t exactly full of talent. For every Jim Cadeus, you have six Drezdin. Guess which category you fall into. If you guessed Cadeus, then you’re a fucking . Of course you fall in with the Drezdin of XWF. You’re a guy who thinks he’s full of talent when he’s actually full of shit. I know you’re gling to deny it. That’s what this part of the game we play is for. It doesn’t really matter, however, because what I speak are truths. It’s really as simple as that. You’re another talentless hack. I don’t care what you’ve accomplished. You’ve beaten a bunch of hacks. Congrats on that, guy. Really. Congrats. People like you usually don’t accomplish anything in life. You usually wind up in a home because you can’t even feed yourself. Not you, though. Not Chris Chaos. You’ve managed to be a hall of fame wrestler somewhere. Congrats on that. I mean it. You should be proud of yourself.

Me? Chris. I’m the most dangerous man this world has ever seen. I’m the deadliest fighter to ever breathe oxygen. I’ve come out here each week and claimed those things. I’ve also proven such things. Only Neville Sinclair has been able to defeat me and that was due to a father hobo sticking his nose in my business. I’ve defeated every one, Chris. You can try and take your name away from that, but you won’t. You will fail….at…every…turn.

It takes a special fighter to beat me. No one in XWF is special. I’m sure youd like to think k of yourself as being able to take me down. You’re an XWF great after all. I use the term “great” very loosely. I think you should know that. But as I said. You’re an XWF great. Surely you could do what no one else has really been able to do. If anyone could, it is Chris Chaos, right? I’m sorry, but that is incorrect. You lack in literally every area needed to even compete with me.

Sure you’re an unpredictable guy. At least you are to those who can barely get out of bed in the morning. But you have speed. Wait. No. But you have power. Wait. Not that either. Skill? Fuck no. You lack in literally every area. You just don’t have what it takes.

You do, however, talk a big game. You’re quite the talker, Chris. Its just too bad talks get you no where when it comes to physical combat.

Im better than you, Chris. There is no doubt about that. Savage won’t be good to you. You’re facing a man who is just….better. I hope you’re prepared, big guy. You’ll need to be. You’ll need to do things you’ve never done before to even have hope against me. Can you? No
Facts
They can be your friends if you let them.

Sunlight began to flood the Forrest. Erik opened his eyes and stretched
Fade

HEY LOOOK ARE ME I'S AND CUCKCOCK ALL DAYS DERRRRR HUH HUH HUH GKUG GLUG GIMME YOUR SPERM CELL!

My sig got edited to match my overly shitty behavior so now I can play tough guy asshole IC anywhere I go. Except at home where my mother will beat my o-ring to keep me in line.