THIS POST IS NOT FOR UNDER 12S.




A man was lying in the floor. Hot blood was near him. His eyes were grey looking to the Nowhere.
Thirteen hours ago, he was called Maximilius Kroomlin. But now he was dead. In his new world, he hasnt got a name. He hasnt got a Life. Now, Death brought him to it world. The Underworld.
Another man looked at the body.
"Sweety..." he said, and than,he laugh.
He picked up "Berta" and shot the body again...and again...and again. Three shoots in the dead body. More blood was lying in the floor.
The man who shot against Maximilius had no name. Only a nickname. "The Rogue", "The Killer" or the "Assassin of Kids".
He doesnt like the last nick. He would never kill kids. Never. That word. Never. That word wich is father said before he died "Never. Never let the bastards who did this to me alive Never".
But, i was lieing. He has a name. It isnt important, but he has a name- Robert James Kroomlin Krey.
Kroomlin. Yes, Kroomlin. He killed is cousin.

ONE MONTH AFTER...

"The Rogue hasnt killed no one in one month. The police is looking for evidence in the body of Maximilius Kroomlin"
Robert smiled and dank his beer. He looked for a teenager in the streets. A Like-Gang-Of-Streets-Teen. Robert smiled again. The thirsty of blood has come back.

CONTINUE... (comment please)

@_@ dude awzome

The Bloody Rogue - Chapter 2 - "The Blue Glasses turned in Red" COMMING SOON