MakenZero put the drink down again shaking his head thinking, “I started drinking about half a year ago. About the time I got the scar on my cheek. I never liked the taste, but lately all I can taste is blood. My master taught me the swords and other weaponry, but I learned to drink on my own.” Behind him, the girl downs her cup in one gulp. The bar looks on with admiration. Two roughnecks elbow each other.

They walk over and slam a bottle down on her table. “Hey, woman,” as one of the roughnecks said, “Come have a drink with us.” “We’re Adze patriots! We risk our lives day and night for the common people! Drinking with us is the least you could do to thank us.” The second roughneck added. Someone at the bar yelled out, “Adze is on the enemy side, stupid.” “What was that!?” The whole bar looked away. “That's what I thought. Stay out of this.” He second roughneck spit on the floor glaring at everyone.

“That was a close one.” The roughneck was a bit nervous if the people started getting into it. MakenZero didn’t even look at them but spoke, “It certainly was. If you had drawn that sword, you would have been fighting me.” The roughneck reached for his sword, “What!?” MakenZero stopped him from pulling it out and talked some more, “The violence is only going to get worse. This is no place for false patriots. If you value your lives, you should run back to the country.” The people in the bar yelled at the roughnecks, “Yeah go home you frauds!” The roughnecks storm out. MakenZero leaves quite a bit of cash on the counter for the bar keeper. “Sorry for the fuss.” “Ah thank you very much though,” the bartender nodded at him as he left. The girl watches him go.

MakenZero was walking down the darken streets wondering to himself, “The taste of blood is getting stronger. Guys like that wouldn't have gotten to me before.” He looks up at the stars, “Master.” He starts to think of what his Master said to him once. “In spring, there are flowers by night. In summer, the stars, in autumn, the full moon, in winter, the snow. These are always enough to make any drink taste delicious. If it tastes bad, that's proof that there's something sick inside you.” MakenZero thinking again, “Being sick because a drink not tasting good? Maybe that's true about the drinking. But saving people from the suffering of the ages is the foundation of the skills Master taught me and all the more now. When we fought a year ago, why did he try to keep me from leaving?”

The two roughnecks from the bar are crouched in the street ahead of him. “All right, here he comes. This street is perfect.” The second roughneck said to the first. “Are you really going to kill him?” “Hell yeah I am! You think I'm going to let this go?” “But he’s a killer!” “Idiot! Everyone's a killer in this place these days.” “Correct,” a voice came from behind them. A man stands behind them, carrying two swords connected by a long length of chain. “You’ll be in the way. Leave us!”

A scream rings out. MakenZero looks up. One of the roughnecks comes running out. “Help me hel--,” A sword flies out through his mouth. A jerk of the chain sends it back to the assassin's hand. The roughneck’s body lands with a thud on the floor, most of his face was gone. “MakenZero,” spoke the man who killed the roughneck. “What is this?” MakenZero asked. “You may play innocent, but I know you. I've been waiting for you here. I'll have your life!” The fight begins. MakenZero thinking, “He’s from the enemy. Well of course he is. But he’s not a real swords person you see around. He’s like me, someone who will never go down in history, a shadow assassin!”

The assassin jumps to a roof, wrapping the chain around MakenZero and pinning his arms to his sides. “Prepare yourself!” He tightens the chain trying to make MakenZero drop his sword. “He’s strong. He caught me off guard. No one should know I exist really. I got to get out of this fast, even the dark and rain. I can’t hide this battle so easily.” MakenZero crouched hard pulling on the chain and manages to catch the other sword. The assassin leaps towards him; MakenZero slices him vertically in half with the assassin’s own sword. The body split in two with blood splattering everywhere.

 MakenZero goes down on one knee breathing hard. He’s drenched from the rain yet he smells something. White plums perfume? MakenZero was now aware of the woman behind him. MakenZero thinking, “She saw. The girl from the bar, I can’t let anyone know MakenZero’s existence!” She spoke, “I followed you because I wanted to say thank you. In plays they always say, "A rain of blood fell.” But you really made it rain blood.” He turns to look at her, as the sword falls out of his hand. Blood has streaked her face and clothes. MakenZero and the girl looked at each other as if it was an eternity. In that instant, the wheel of their destiny began to turn. Round and round.

(Real Entry)

I lost my freaking wallet! >.< Thanksgiving was alright. But I lost my wallet of all times. Where I could be getting a job and getting money doh! Now I got to go get my driver’s licenses done again. And I also got to cancel my check card. Crap! Where could it be! I can’t remember. I’ve torn up my room fie to six times. This isn’t just looking. I’ve looked for the pass couple days now. GRRR!!! Ugh and it’s Saturday today!? Where the heck did this week go!?! >.< (Hope you enjoy the story though, thanks for stopping by.)