For To Nothing

For To Nothing

by David Ortiz

The biggest boxer in the world went by the name of Manny Ortiz. He was confident in everything from the way he walked, talked, took care of his wife and kids. But other than a life of being a dad, husband, and boxer, he also had an undercover life and would turn his back on many friends or family. If it had the word money or drugs, Manny would do anything for it. Manny was addicted to heroin; he threatened his life every chance he could. Manny thought he had the whole world under his fingernails. Being the undisputed champion, having a beautiful wife and kids, an amazing house, and regretting life. Manny was a myth.

Manny was getting involved in the cartel and was becoming known world-wide. He hadn’t been home in months and forfeited his belt from boxing which was concerning because boxing was his life. His wife was getting 50k in cash sent to her every month. Manny lived in an airplane which he would use as a dropoff for his clients. Manny himself wasn’t the smartest person in the business. He would steal money and drugs, but he only did heroin. He would pop a shot right into his arm every time he got some, even when driving the plane. Being one of the richest, dirtiest people in the world Manny took a little too much heroin and crashed his plane, but he ended up surviving. The cartel found his plane with all the stolen money and drugs and put a bounty on his head for more than he had ever made working with them. Manny was found running by an old abandoned house a couple miles back from the crash. While Manny was setting up base camp in the house, all the cartel surrounded the area. Manny saw the first ever needle that started it all because he was lost, and while boxing was his life he didn’t want to do it anymore. He was tired of life, being a husband, a champion. Manny’s life wasn’t his and his escape was heroin.

Manny’s escape from reality was about to end his life with one last dose of a shot that could overdose any person. He punched the needle as hard as he could into his vein. Barely managing to walk, he stood up; prideful and brave. He walked outside with his hands to his sides and he uttered his last words.

“Kill me already.”

Within seconds, Manny had breathed his last breath, reliving his life the same as it ended.

Manny’s lifeless body laid on the floor with nobody even thinking about him, but one side did. “MCP” or “Mechanical Cartel Producers.” They would experiment on people, dead people, and give them body modifications. Well they hoped they did, but none of their experiments ever worked. With Manny’s body it was found that his blood was a source of fuel for mechanical parts because all the heroin in his system was boosting the mechanical parts. Manny woke up, not in heaven, but instead in the heaven found within his mind. His body felt like he was in a future beyond time.

He got up with the eyes of vengeance and went to the same place he died, the house. He walked in and grabbed his heroin, pumped the needle deep into his vein right in the middle of his arm. Manny went to his section of the cartel, the same section who wanted him dead. That was the section he was going to get his revenge on. He kicked the door down and went to their camp in silence, the way he walked was like a lion hunting for his prey. Manny got there and he demolished, slaughtered the whole camp from person to person. He didn’t stop, he enjoyed every second. He left the camp bloody and disfigured everybody that hunted him down.

As of right now Manny is finally at peace with the world and himself. Manny sat down with the needle in his hands and started to think. Could he ever go back to his old life in the right way? The answer was no because he was too far into this life. The way he chose, Manny couldn’t ever go back, but only forward. With the needle in his hand, he stabbed his arm with a new shot of heroin. This was the new life Manny had in his mind.