First Kill"Tell me little one, how much will you sell for that mighty ole' sword of yours?"First Kill by CloudFlare62
The boy turned to his father's legionnaire claymore.
"I'm sorry, my father's sword is not for sale."
The cloaked figure waltz to the boy. Taking out a pouch of thirty platinum coins. The sun's rays shine on his chin revealing wet, pussy scabs.
"I hold platinum coins, enough for your mother's debt."
The boy was caught off-guard. Could this man really help his mother's money problems? Only two platinum coins will cover. The rest could set them off for life. But, how did he know?
"I'm sorry, but how did you know about my mother's problems?"
The figure chuckled. Stepping forward as he unveils his face. All the boy could see was a horrendous chin, two bloodied emerald eyes and a mouth covered with disease ridden yellow teeth as sharp as blades. All of these pieces were connected to a pink vein which was then connected to a beating black heart. The boy was shocked and tried to run away, only to be stopped by wh