The Hooded Figure

"No sir, I cannot take my clothes of in front of you, for the hooded figure has told me not to; when he is not around." The short black-haired male warned.

The old man scoffed, he didn't have time to listen to a kid's fairy tales, he just needed a good fucking. The 'kid' shrunk as he saw the unknown man reach for him.

Suddenly, it was over just as fast as it had begun. For the man was no longer standing, or alive; he was at the ground. His head had rolled off his body.

The black-haired kid's eyes averted from the dead body in front of him, up to the legs of another man. Yet, this man wasn't old nor was he scary, to the kid at least. There, in the shadows, stood the out line of a hood.

°°°~warning:~ will have mentions of suicide, drug consuming, inappropriate languge and some adult content~trigger warning~°°°