I packed up what little possessions I had and moved to the city where my father had been murdered.
The first week I stayed in the shaggy hotel I had rented and tryed to make a plan, but to no avail did I find a suitable plan.
Until I decided to make a deal with the crime boss, the cops recently informed me that they are calling him The Boss, I thought the name was a little bit clishe, but all the same it made sense.
The day after I decided to set my plan into action. I already knew where I could get a message directly to Boss.
I went to one of the meny drug houses and walked into a place that had an oder so potent it could penetrate even the best of gas masks.
I walked into the main room that was filled with ash trays that were overflowing and SOLO™ cups scattered all across the room.
I clear my throat rather noisily to get someone to notice my presence. Out of the seven to ten people in the room all of them looked up at me sending a chill down my spine.
They all got up and moved toward me causing me to be on a very high alert.
Oh I must not forget to mention that I had gotten into a great deal of fights in my travels with my mother so I learned how to defend myself quite well, and I never leave the house without my trusty pocket knife.
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The Slayer
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