Brool Murden picked up the pen knife then drew a cut on his left arm. I noticed that he had other numerous similar scars probably from all the fights he fought. Using his index finger, he brushed some of the blood and drew an 'x' on top of his hairless head. He licked the rest.
Had it been in my previous life, the man's character would have allowed him to be one of my soldiers or even commander but in this modern world, the most he would accomplish was to be an underground fighting champion. He just lacked moral virtues.
" What are you? Sixteen?" The man frowned while gazing at me. His gaze travelled to my shorts and lingered there. I was beginning to think that he was into young boys, which worsened his already rotten character.
" Yeah" I said plainly
" Who'd you kill? Does your paren
