I sigh and stare up at my grey ceiling, Wolf left me again probably to go hunting or something. My eyes dark to the clock that hangs on the wall, I'll leave in five minutes. There's a knock on the door, I don't answer. It's probably one of those bloody gits who want to fight me. I don't want to look like I've just survived a blood bath when I'm going to pick up Eden. He'll probably have a heart attack. He's probably one of those guys who can't stand the sight of blood. I shrug that's not my problem. I jump off my hard mattress and look out the window in the direction of the front door, I was right. It is a guy that looks to be around my age if not slightly older standing in front of my door. I raise an eyebrow. What could he want? I open the window and jump out, I don't have time to wonder about that lanky idiot, I need to pick up Eden.

I sigh, how the heck have I gotten so attached to a guy I've known for only about two days. I face palm, I'm becoming soft aren't I? and so early in the story. Heck even my killing methods have gotten less painful. Twisting a jagged blade in someone's shoulder is nothing compared to what I used to do. Maybe I should try working with fire like I used to do a couple years ago. I lick my lips as screams of the tortured ring through my ears.

I wait in front of the school gates by an old oak tree waiting for a certain feeble boy to walk out. My dark hair covers my eyes as I doze off slightly dreaming of a pile of the mangled corpses of my next victims laying there lifeless in the crimson pool of their own blood. I lick my lips hungry, I need to kill. I can almost feel the cool scarlet liquid seeping through my hands as I rip the flesh of the jugular.

"WOLF!" I snap my eyes forward to only see a familiar patch of light grey hair, I look down slightly to meet my narrow eyes with his large welcoming eyes, "Did you wait long?" I shake my head no and we leave the school grounds to walk into the poorer section of this bothersome town. We both walk in a comfortable silence side by side enjoying the grey scenery... well Eden looked like he was, me on the other hand. Not so much.

"Did you grow up in this part of Escye or the well-off part of the country." I look down at his head as he scratches his nape sheepishly,

"Weeell..." he drawls out; I can tell he feels bad for us poorer folk. But he doesn't have to. We don't need his pity, my eyes narrow. If anything we should be looked at with respect because we gave up our damned lives for their future. We didn't want to live in this shitty place but look where we are now. Eden lets out a disappointed sigh, "yeah..". honestly speaking he sounds disappointed to be part of their community. It's like he already knows what's going on behind the scenes.

"What do you think of the police?" I smile and continue walking. 'police?' Eden repeats, after that we're left in silence. Eventually we walk up the rusting creaky but also homely in a way, I come face to face with the same lanky guy from earlier. "Hello there," I greet and open the door for both Eden and the unknown guy to come in, the scruffy teen nods at me and they both sit on the torn black couch. "What do you want?" I ask as I close my door, the boy gulps and darts his dark eyes in the corner of the room where the heater is, "It must be important if you were willing to wait about an hour just to talk to me." He swallows the lump in his throat and stares deeply into my apathetic empty hues, finally he speaks

"I want to be your student." I raise an eyebrow,

"my student?" I repeat, he nods. I can tell he's not joking, "Why?" I question and look into his eyes,

"you obliterated the gang that killed my parents, last night my brother sought help from someone and killed him. They just left him in the streets with a slit throat. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was you. But I want to get stronger. I want to help people in the future like you do. I don't want to be useless anymore. Please.. I beg of you to let me train under you." I watch as tears fall down his cheeks that are slightly dotted with faint freckles, I grin

"Come with me, I know just the perfect way to test you." He wipes his tears and stands up, "Eden you stay here, if anyone knocks on the door don't let them in, if anyone rings the doorbell don't let them in. However if someone breaks the door and isn't wolf then jump out the window in my room." I smile and turn to exit my humble abode, how long's it been since I've been living in that run-down apartment, seven-eight years.. maybe more? I dunno. Me and..

"Dylan. My name's Dylan, no last name."

"Well... Dylan no last name, how did you find me?" I smirk, but it's not my usual sadistic or amused smirk, it's a deadly one. My eyes narrow at the rocky cement floor as we continue walking to this destination for his trial, "You do know that I could kill you in a heartbeat if you're planning something, right?"

"As I said I want to learn from you not lead my hero or anyone in this shithole's hero to their death. Even if I was offered the classiest mansion in the rich sector I wouldn't do it. No way in hell am I joining those stuck up snobs. If anything I wanna beat the livin' crap outta 'em." He snarls, I like this fellow already.

"Ok I'll teach you." I smile, his defined jaw drops and he watches as I walk back in the direction of home, "you'll be living with us now, hope you don't mind." I grin. It's as if I really am a wolf and I really am trying to make my own pack.

"W-wait what about the test!" he catches up to me, "I was just going to get to you kill a kid, but right now your resolve and loyalty is all I need. So as your leader from this moment forward please address me as Wolf." His face pales by a shade and a half,

"kill a kid?" he questions, I nod.

"I remember exactly how your brother looked like, if I could find a kid that looked similar to him and got you to kill him all I would have to do then is question your loyalty." A fake smile stretches across my face, "in this part of town its kill or be killed. I am simply the one who does the most killing. To get through in the world especially when starting from this place you need to commit a murder and kill your past self that was once happy. After that you can get your hands stained with anyone else's blood and it won't make a difference whether it's the polices blood or the blood of your brother." He gulps slightly and nods,

"Yes Wolf." He states, I decide to change the topic he looks uncomfortable talking 'bout his brother I sigh,

"Can you fight? Got a specific style or what?" I scan the road for potential victims, no one so far. I wonder if they've sensed my blood lust spreading through the air,

"I would say I'm a good fighter but I'm nothing compared to you if that's what you're asking. As for style well... I don't have a specific style." I hum in response and we are left in yet another silence, great now I can concentrate on finding a person to-

"Oi Dylan," I slap his shoulder to get his divided attention, he looks at me a raises a grey eyebrow, you see that hooker, I smirk, "kill her."

"Is this my test or something? Because if you want me to I will." He states boldly, damn if I didn't know him then I might mistake his tone of voice of a soldier, I sigh and shake my head

"It's not really a test, it's merely to see your methods or killing and tactic. I also want to know whether you can cover the fact that you didn't just murder a person." I beam, "so you up for it? Need any weapons or are your bare hands enough." I smirk as the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up, I must have triggered a memory.

"A knife or blade of some sorts, please." I hand him my trusty jagged blade and he nods in thanks. Dylan starts walking off in the direction of a victim that is going to be indirectly slaughtered by the God of this damned place.

"Oh and Dylan," he snaps his head back in my direction, "try making it interesting." I lick my lips and walk into a run-down building, I run up the stairs and make my way to the stone roof where I watch Dylan in a heated make-out session, they roam their hands all over one another's lustful forms. In this part of town when you kiss a person they will either kiss back meaning I don't mind fuck me, or they will think you're trying to rape them and beat the living shit outta you. I raise an eyebrow when I notice that a little tent has not formed in his trousers, "maybe the lady aint working her magic on him like she wants him to or maybe he just doesn't swing that way." This is indeed interesting, I just hope he doesn't get my blade dirty with something other than blood, I shiver, I'm not into stuff like that.

"I-I need you.." the hooker moans and pushes her rather large melons on Dylan's well-built chest, I whistle and lean over the stone balcony, resting my head on my arms. I watch intently as Dylan rips the hooker's skimpy dress off her curvy form, she bats her fake long lashes and hugs her naked form. What I would give to rip her body apart, limp by limp, I lick my lips in both hunger for blood and jealousy. I wonder if her screams will be more satisfying than that police officer.

I look at Dylan trying to see where his plan is going, that is if he even has one. He looks hesitant, has he ever killed someone before? Probably not. Oh well his loss, I chuckle at his stance. I'm surprised that the lady hasn't noticed anything sketchy either. Maybe she thinks that he's really small... maybe...damn why am I thinking about this again?

I miss the sudden action Dylan has when he stabs the blade through her stomach and pulls it down to her very lewd v-line, her eyes are stuck wide and the crimson liquid I love so much flies pass her thick red painted lips. He yanks my blade out and stabs it right through her chest, well that was fast. He doesn't know how to savour the death of his first victim. I mean I did and I was like five back then, did I regret it? Nope.

I jump off the roof and pat the guy on the shoulder, "let's go home, it's been a day for you huh?" he smiles slightly at my rather innocent expression.

"yeah." He mumbles, we walk out the alleyway and I can't help but glace at the taller male every now and then.

"First kill." A smile with fake sympathy dances across my lips, I don't feel sorrow for those who die. I simply made their passing for them so much more enjoyable... for the both of us that is. I unlock the door and gesture Dylan to come in, he complies and we both flop onto the couch. I ruffle his messy dark grey hair, our eyes meet and I smile,

"if it makes you feel better my first kill was my own mother." I smile, his eyes widen by a fraction, a plate crashes, I look up to see the trembling figure of Eden, "hello there." I wave slightly, he ignores me.

"Y-you k-killed.. your own mother?!" I nod apathetically, what? Am I supposed to suddenly regret it? Well I don't if that's what you're thinking. I don't regret it one bit. "HOW COULD YOU?! SHE WAS YOUR MOTHER!" unfazed by his outburst I walk towards the door and look back at him,

"I don't believe you're in a position to tell me what to do. Don't act like you know me. Future advice: never tell me I'm wrong," I smile sadistically and crack my fingers, "I am never wrong.". I exit my shabby apartment leaving a blunt loyal dog, an over emotional spoilt one and Wolf. Wolf is my favourite by far.

I spit on the side road and make my way to the police station. I might as well take my anger on something I despise with all my being. I wonder if the mother-fudger is there. I glare at the gravel beneath me and finger the hilt of my knife, a large smile erupts across my face. I throw my knife at a police's head who's leaning on the wall smoking weed. I laugh, 'how pathetic. He didn't even see it coming' I mutter to myself. Police men come gushing out the moderate sized building and surrounds the corpse not even noticing my presence, how crude. Can they not sense my killer intent? I'm offended. I take out my coal black Waffenfabrik Bern revolver- I took for that thug a couple days ago- and start shooting the officers one by one in the not so fatal organs and limbs. Woops my hand slipped! I shot a police lady (who could easily be mistaken for a hooker) where her baby maker is... oh well.

"Hello there, peasants!" I smile and walk up to their injured bodies, one of them curses at me and I kick him to the ground and holds my revolver to his left eye, "care to say that again?" I smirk, he shakes his head no but I still shoot his head until you can't even identify his wisps of curly black hair and his once perfect nose. The left side seems to be more bloody than his right, maybe I should fix it. I grab my knife and carve the word 'RED' down his dark cheek. His crimson blood drips down my blade onto the hilt the flows onto my now red stained hand,

"W-who are you?" I snap my head to the woman who I shot in her man trap,

"Take a guess sweetheart." I stroke her cheek and stab her stomach, she coughs blood on me and with half lidded eyes I lick the drop of blood on her button nose, "mmm you taste so sweet." I hum in contents, an officer behind me starts to hurl by the wall. Indifferent I shoot him in the head. His cherry red blood splatters on the wall and his headless body drops to the ground. I laugh, as tears start to stream down her face, the glint in her pale eyes starts to fade. Oh she's dead well that's no fun. I sigh and look at the other four police officers, all male. All disgusting. All petrified of me. Just how I like it. "Since there's only four of you left I'll give you the choice to choose who dies next." I squat down to eye level and offer them an innocent closed eye smile as if my hands and face aren't covered in the blood of their colleagues.

"Ki-kill me." I look at the large man who's positioned right beside the brainless moron,

"what a brave one you are.." I taunt and throw the knife up in the air and catch it, "it's a good thing then that scum like you know you are horrible people and know that the only place you belong is in hell." My eyes dilate at his back hand trying to reach a desert eagle that's a couple feet away from him. I hold his hand and crush it in my grip, did he seriously think he of all people could kill me with a crappy gun like that. The man lets out an antagonizing screech of pain, it rings throughout the deserted streets of this part of the poorer section of town. I stab the tainted blade right through his cubital fossa and drag it down forcefully his arm until the blade is free of his tender fatty flesh and his arm from the elbow down is spit in two and his hand is split in a way that he has a large crevice between his index and middle finger. Tearing him apart isn't as fun as I thought it would be. His screams sound more like a racket than music. I shrug, well that's nothing I can do. I stab the fat ass through the heart and I don't bother to watch his final moments, it probably wouldn't be as amazing as the other people' I have killed. I stare down a lanky weak looking officer,

"P-please spare me. I beg of you. I have a wife and kids-" the guy stops his sentence as he notices my unamused stone hard expression,

"I feel sorry for your kids," I spit at his face, he doesn't say anything nor does he wipe my saliva from his face. He blandly looks at me with fear filled eyes, my smirk returns back on my face and my eyes dart to the grey Taser he has in his blazer pocket, "don't worry though, I'll make sure that kids that are related to scum like you won't ever be born again." I saunter over to the male and swiftly grab the Taser and pull his trousers down in one movement, a red blush erupts across his cheeks,

"N-no d-don't p-p-please. I BEG YOU! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST SPARE ME!" the man breaks into hysterics I laugh sadistically and turn the machine on high,

"I want you to die." The Taser nears his joy stick and the buttons on either side. A light blind him but he continues to groan in pain. His body flops down and his head hits the cement hard. Saliva dribbles down his chin onto the grey road, and his eyes roll back and forth drifting in and out of consciousness. I finish off his short lived unworthy life by zapping the pink muscle in his mouth that he uses to continually beg me for his life. I smile as I look at all the corpses that lay dead beneath my feet.

I gaze over at the two remaining men, they don't say anything. My eyes dart to the first shit bag to the other trash bag.

"Do you want to live?" I speak up, they both nod desperately. I chuckle slightly, "well isn't this a problem. I'm afraid only one of you can live. But we can settle this easily. I'm thinking of a number out of one and two. What is my number?" the older man quickly replies with one. "sorry but that is incorrect." The man's eyes widen and I quickly slit open his pulmonic artery and tear out his heart with both of my bare hands. I snap my eyes towards the quivering survivor of the officers of this area. "eat it." I walk towards the man who's backing up against a wall, his blazer finally hits the bloody wall and I hold it two his mouth, the man gags. "Eat It otherwise I will kill you worse than I killed all of your other friends." I lick my lips.

Humans are disgusting creatures that would do anything to survive. Even if that means disregarding their humanity. I glare at the shaking man, why is he not listening to me? Does he want to die? Or is he not like the rest. Maybe someone is actually going to stand up to me. Maybe this man isn't a coward. My pupils dilate when he licks the bloodied organ, the man gags and locks his shaking eyes with mine. I smile gently and tilt his chin up with my thumb and index finger, "here, let me help you.". I shove the clump of red in his mouth, salty tears run down his face and mix with the red drool that's flowing down his stubbly chin.

The man finishes, I gaze at his plump red lips hungrily and slam mine on his. His hues widen, my pink muscle penetrates his lips and it roams around freely tasting the metallic flavour of his friend's blood. Finally, I pull away and smirk, a fine string of slightly red saliva connects us which is slightly fraying in the middle I shuffle back and walk away. Although I look over my shoulder smiling at the scarred man, "Don't worry I keep to my word. I won't kill you." A smirk dances across my lips, "Although that's probably the only thing you want right now. Death." I walk into the shadows on the way home. My eyes trail up to the grey sky filled with the white clouds. I should probably get a symbol of some sorts so that somehow our pack is connected even though our personalities and looks are completely different. So far we have a wanted psychopath, a viscous over protective dog, an overemotional teen from the rich part of town and a loyal lanky playboy. Wow whatta team, am I right?

Anyways as for the mark I was thinking along the lines of jewellery. Maybe a bracelet or earring. Yeah why not? It would make Eden seem more feminine. I chuckle, maybe when we get the money I can get him to dress up as a hooker and throw him on the streets to see what kinda paedophiles would want him. Yeah that's fitting and it can be considered as his punishment for being a little mean to me earlier...