The stars were hard to see at night but somehow he still watched them. He sat on bench slouched as he gazed up at the sky with his blue eyes. He was in a particular part of town that was empty, it was the way he like it. He preferred being alone, people scared him. His blue eyes scanned for Orion, the star he loved to find. It was what he did every night. He lived just a couple blocks away in a cardboard box behind a dumpster. It was how he preferred his life. He was able to gain enough money to clean his clothes and feed himself by street fighting. 

 He loved to street fight it was one of his many hobbies. They would make bets the people he fought, and than they would always loose, because he had a couple tricks up his sleeve. He would usually get spat on and called a demon in the end and they would throw the money at him but hey he always won fair and square. He felt a little cold and decided it was time to head back to his hole. He stood up his chains began to jingle as he walked through the night towards the only place he could call home. 

 He had parents when he grew up, they just didn't want him after the saw him do it the first time. They thought he was possessed and he was no longer their son. They pretended he didn't exist burned his pictures and pretended not to recognize him if they saw him. People were cruel in this world, but that's how life is when God doesn't care about you.