The elderly man gasped in horror when he saw him. Not many people knew who he was, but the elderly man knew all too well about him. Despite this fact, many knew he always finished his masterpiece with the blood-engraved words, those words that strike fear on the hearts of his victims.
“Please…please don’t hurt me. I had no choice…” the elderly man pleaded.
“What’s the rush in words Uncle Paul? I haven’t even wished you ‘Good evening’,” the man answered.
The elderly man tried to flee from his small cottage through the back door. However, the man was indeed a class above him. In a flash of lightning, the man took out his dagger and cut the elderly man’s head swiftly. Just like his favourite cartoon hero, The Samurai Protégé, usually does. Blood splattered everywhere as the head fell to the ground. It spun a few times before coming to a halt next to the headless body.
This is too easy…he told himself. To add a little more fun, before he signed his trademark carving on the elderly man‘s head, he used his dagger to dissect the body. He started cutting every artery that he could find and see, placing those organs on the floor, from the small room right up to the doorstep.
“I’m sorry Uncle Paul, but allow me to remind you, no pain, no gain…” he said aloud while sniggering.
“And now, for the autograph section…” he sneered while carving his identity on the elderly man’s head…The Fox.
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