Everything about him made you feel he was the devil himself. From the clothes he wore to the look in his eyes. He was tall and well built with arms like tree trunks. His hair was long and reddish black. When you did manage to look in his eyes you felt them pierce you to your very soul.
When he asked the clerk for a room, the very air seemed to shatter at the sound of his voice. The clerk nervously handed him the key. After he entered the room, he went to the window and looked the town over. It hadn't changed in the years he had been gone. He wondered if anyone
would remember him. It had bee 20 years since he was made to leave town because of al altercation which had cost the life of his father.
The years had not been kind to him in many ways. He had lived on the streets when he first left, sometimes wondering where he was going to stay next or his next meal was coming from. He had done odd jobs to get by. Then a chance meeting with a wrestling promoter changed his life. The man had seen potential in him. He worked cleaning the arena after the matches
to help pay for his time learning.
It was hard at first. Days found him black and blue from the falls he had to take, but he was willing to endure any pain. At this time he had grown to nearly seven foot, which made him tower so much more above the rest of the students. He persevered despite taunts from them. Some months later he was in his first match. Although he made some mistakes and lost, the
man continued to instruct him in some moves that he himself and done when he was younger. The more matches he had, the more he improved. Soon he was well known on the local circuit.
His unusual technique soon caught the eye of a TV promoter. At first, he was a jobber for the other established wrestlers. he eventually started winning his own matches. His finishing move soon won him respect and titles. As time went on he gained fame.
Everywhere he went, people would look at him with fear in their eyes. He began to like it. In fact, he liked it too much. He never talked to anyone, thus giving him an air of mystery about him. Because of his speech and the way he dressed, he became known as "The Man From the Darkside."
His thoughts came back to the present. He wondered how his younger brother was. He had been twelve when he left. His brother blamed him for the death of their father, vowing to kill him if he ever saw him again.
Maybe some fresh air would help. He left his room and started walking towards the downtown area. He remembered having to go by a cemetery on the way. He entered looking at the tombstones. Then he happened to see the grave site of his parents. His mother had died when he was only twelve years old. She had been the bright spot in his life. She had been pretty,
with beautiful green eyes. People used to say he had her looks. But for some mysterious reason she died. No one ever told him why. He had been upset and blamed his father. Up until the time he had to leave he made life miserable for his father. A tear formed in his eye thinking of her, but he blinked it back, not allowing his features to show any emotion.