1. Viego

    Private Killing Strangers

    The name didn't ring any bells, as if bells were available to ring. The other was still in resting. The compass, the know-it-all, the weaker of the two. Although; Whisper clung to the exit of the redoubt, like a pesky out-of-reach cobweb, contemplating the use of their counterpart. Oh how they...
  2. Viego

    Private Killing Strangers

    The sweat of fear that dribbled down the lads face smelled all too sweet. Or was that the poor blokes blood? Whisper looked down at the converging pools of liquid that poured out of the whimpering guard. Blood and piss. Pathetic. Diaz questioned further. Posing as a threat - but to Whisper, a...
  3. Viego

    Private Killing Strangers

    Instant regret. Like a childs touch to flame even after the admonishings of elders. The sickening shadowy miasma gave birth to a cruel looking boyish figure. His eyes widened and followed the flick n splash of his comrades blood against the walls. The smirk of the demon before him sent his heart...
  4. Viego

    Private Killing Strangers

    It was a massacre. The scene that lay before the three of them would send even the most boasted iron gut to wretch. The two assassins didn’t play by any mortal rules, they rewrote them. The redoubt that held them in contempt had been horrifically dispatched within minutes. Men who rightfully...
  5. Viego

    Viego

    Viego was 8 years old when he found himself in the cells of an unknown precinct. Imprisoned for his thieving of one of the esteemed produce bazaars. Viego found himself helpless in the presence of storm mango and candy tangerine. With a stomach devoid of attention, and a lack of necessary...
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