The Bloody Rose (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

It was a normal day for me. The weather was beautiful. But then I ran into a group of people that no one wants to run into. The Artists.

They are the most feared group of killers out there. They showed up after the third World War back in 2043. Its been 30 years now since they showed up and the government gave up trying to capture them all. Most of them are just criminals, but some, some have powers. Scientists believe they got these powers because of the tests that happened during World War III.

Some countries wanted the upper hand in the war so they made "super soldiers." The tests were successful but the soldiers turned against everyone and started killing anyone in their reach. Back then there were only 900 of these "super soldiers." Now there is over 10,000 and they call themselves The Artists. Why "The Artists" you ask?

Well that is because of the way they kill their victims. Everyone is different. Some make their victims into sculptures, others paint with their victims blood, but one, and only one of The Artists is dead set on just killing. That would be the leader of the group of The Artists that live around me.

The Bloody Rose is what he calls himself. He is gruesome, feared by all, and never stops killing it seems. You can tell when he was the one to kill a victim. He always carves his name into their flesh with his knife. I ran into him once, and I'm still surprised that I'm alive today.

But that day did change my life forever. And not in a good way. But that is a story for another time. I have yet to introduce myself. My name, is Delante Braxton Jones. I'm 19 and live in Canmore, Alberta in Canada. Its a small mining town but the view is beautiful of the mountains.

But that all changed the day The Bloody Rose walked into town looking for something, or rather someone. And that someone, was me. He walked into town like he owned the place. Everyone stayed out of his way as much as possible. I was on the other side of town at the time he walked into town and I knew it was that time.

The time he came to get me.

I hid as best I could from him.

But on September 17, I lost my freedom from the world I knew.