Mello summoned a hobo. He didn't make a habit of it, or anything, he just needed to test the newbie. The new minion couldn't have been more than fifteen, and his knees were shaking like hell. Mello allowed one side of his face to twist in a sadistic smile at the kid's terror. He didn't even register the tramp's drunken pleading, before grabbing him by his filthy collar and shooting him in all limbs. The guy started to scream in agony, but was quickly silenced by a razor sharp penknife. The child watching started to retch as the bloodied tongue fell to the floor with a stomach-churning noise. Mello forced the man to the ground and handed the knife to the kid. "Finish him," he said, "finish him or I'll do the same to you." The boy looked at the knife held out to him by the angelic looking blond, with the blood splatters on his face. He looked down at the agonised man on the floor. And took the knife.
Mello smiled as the piercing shrieks became more and more frequent. He was a good newbie.