Adrian - In the woods.

HIS POV

The dark underworld suited my personality better than I thought it would. I could let out all my emotions to the people that supported me unconditionally. The evilness and cruelty in my heart had finally found an outlet and I was happy with the fact that I could do something. I knew how hard the path would be and how much I would have o struggle yet the mere thought of punishing those due to whom my brother had ended in such a state seemed pleasant. After years of struggle, I had managed to gain fame for myself as an influential figure of the mafia world. It seemed that fear was the only tool for me to use against others.

Never in my entire existence had I thought someone would try to kill me so desperately. Yet here I was in the midst of woods being chased by assassins, commissioned to kill me. It came as no surprise that people had begun to fear the new face that had showed up in the dark world and could potentially influence its flow. Rumors of my cruelty and obsession to blood had probably reached the ears of the leaders and I was now just a sore thorn on their side. With blood gushing out of my wounds, there was no way I could survive here in the middle of nowhere, save the assassins chasing after me. It wasn't long before I lost my consciousness and the last thing I remembered was falling into a ditch and being shot in the chest.

"You should be thankful that I saw you, I was wondering if I should call the police because of how dangerous you seemed".

"Hey, is this the way you talk to someone who is injured terribly? God knows who those bxstxrds were that did such cruelty to a handsome man like him"

"..."

"Hey, is this how you thank your savior by keeping your mouth shut?"

"Didn't I tell you to be polite just now?"

I... don't even know where to begin. One moment I had felt like I was dead but here I was somewhere unfamiliar surrounded by weird people. Two men, one more annoying than the other. I don't even remember how I ended up here. Though these people don't seem to know me or have any ill intentions, but I don't think I can confide in them yet. The more mature, seemingly elder guy with brown hair and hazel eyes seems overbearing yet there is a distinct aura about him, like a predator in waiting. The younger and more annoying guy has a vengeful air around him too. His appearance with blond dyed hair resembles those rich spoiled brats I went to middle school with, but his eyes tell a different story they were lack luster yet caring. Their amber seemed to have faded but still it was intriguing.

"Why did you save me?", I asked not hoping for them to reply.

"You were hurt and looked desperate to live. Your will to live was all the reason we needed", the older guy said.

"But do tell me what you were doing in the Cascades, I don't think anyone would want to venture this far despite the dangers involved. Not to mention you had been shot and were wounded", the younger one asked.

"It... isn't something I can tell you", I replied as sternly as I could.

"Geez and here, I thought we could be allies of some sort", the younger one said.

"Well anyway introductions are in order, I am Peter Evans, and this here is my younger brother Chris", The older one said.

They were brothers indeed. People that would support each other unconditionally. Give each other love, support and warmth even when all odds are against them. Oh, how jealous I was of these strangers. In times like these I was reminded of my brother and his miserable death, and the family I probably had somewhere that had abandoned me. Oh, how I detested them for endangering my brother's life. My sole reason to join this dark world was revenge. Revenge on those that killed my brother and on those responsible for his miserable fate. Each of those would die in my hands. And now that reminds me of the assassins. There is no way they had tracked me down to my base last night on their own, I had made sure of it. But if that wasn't it there was only one possible reason.

"Traitors", I muttered under my breath.

"What was that? I could swear that I heard you speak something about traitors", said Chris. He sure is a curious but cheeky brat.

"Don't you realize you are making him uncomfortable? Apologize to him and leave for now while I have a talk with this gentleman", said Peter in a commanding tone.

"Hmph fine you meanie. I am sorry for butting my head into your business", he huffed and ran away leaving me and Chris alone.

"He is a blabbermouth, don't mind him at all but do tell me how you ended up here. Rest assured your secret shall be kept confidential".

"I am thankful for your help but venturing into my identity and me will be dangerous for you. I will leave at once after dawn", I don't think I can drag these people with me.

"Come on now did you think we'd be taking you in had you been just a stranger. We found you injured and with a little body search we found out who you are. After all normal people don't go around with daggers in their shoes and guns in their clothes. Correct me if I am wrong, Grim Reaper?"

"You... how did you?"' and realizing the potential danger I am in, I instinctively attacked Peter. But he was a skilled person, not as ordinary as he had seemed to be initially. He managed to throw me back on the bed.

"I don't fight people on their deathbed but do know that I did not simply save you for who you are but because I still have some need for you. You help me and I'll help you, it's as simple as that."

"Adrian. My name is Adrian."

"Well then Adrian, Pleasure working with you?"

"Me too."

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