Messiah is the name. Appealing don't you think? Killing is the instinct. Chilling won't you say?
He limped down the halls. Scheming. He cut a very strong personality close up. Deep-set steel eyes looked distant. Silvery hair in place. Complimenting his jutting jaws and mustache.
Messiah was once one of them. The leader......I should put it. He had always been secretive,adaptable,clearheaded.
But he was also different. Messiah was from a wealthy home indeed. The usual rich fancy parents, annoying servants and all-you-want-you-can-have lifestyle.
He was an introvert. Barely spoke just replied with "um" and "uh". Only made a complete sentence when necessary. He had a really high IQ. A very clever and intelligent boy. He was respected by many but known to none......
He had been the Shark. Making it(SSSS). Messiah had spent his years training. Learning to shoot a gun and then practicing using his pets as dummies. He created chemicals to kill and tested them on the servants.
He fit in well, but he knew his "abilities". He knew what he could do and how he felt doing it all.
He wasn't the ordinary teenager. He thought he was alone in it all till he met the three.
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It was good so far. The three had arrived and made their move on Storm. He had much more planned ahead. He needed to act quickly and tactfully.
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