Had they really caught the true person, or was it a mistake. They knew they had him, BUT how were more dieing?
One will soon find out.
The day had been long and yet it was quick to go by for a for, one in particular, Zen Rose Eparath.
He was the one who had been doing it all, but he kept it to himself.
After about 3 hours Zen had finally finished off his newest job; killing off a mayor and half the people at the meeting. He sat on top of the building and sighed, watching some of the clouds go by.
He knew the feeling of losing a lot of things. His nature he had gotten from his father; but compassion from his mother.
But, he had gotten the choice to kill in place of his fathers death; getting revenge on the milatery and such, he hated them most.
Being shot on TV; he witnessed it in almost the time it had happen.
He had since, that time, swore revenge on the ones, if not even, on anyone who had gotten in his way.
He swung a black gun around in his hand, its shine showing in the coming lights of the mourning. Fresh blood littered the ground below and all over his blue coat He smirked other wise, not fazed by the sight of what he had done.
He closed his eyes and jumped down the back way; not one to leave the scene so soon, he was eager to get back home and see Jena.
But, his soon to be wishes were vanished as he came upon his house about a hour later; cops had been patrolling the outside.
"It seems they both escaped.." one of them said. "This is no good, Noctis will kill me for not doing as he wanted me to." said a familiar voice.
'Advent..' Zen muttered, his ears shifited; truth be told, Advent had been trying to help Zen stay out of trouble. Almost getting his own ass killed quite a few times. Advent always tried to stay low and get news to Zen when he could, but as of late, times had gotten a lot harder.
Zen moved his hand over a pipe and jumped back down to the ally he had followed, but he had tried not to pay attention. But, somethings kept the memories at his mind, something that had always stuck with him. He had no clue at what he had been either.
He looked at a tipped over trash can and kicked it once or twice, not really listening to whatever anyone else was really saying; though he could still hear the police, but he gave up on trying to after so .
Zen was the one who did it all, he was never one to give up; this was for his father, he would not give up till all was dead,
even if he was dead before so..