b Blood-soaked coat /b

"Scheiße nicht expolde, das ich dieses benötige zu bearbeiten!!" Razer yelled as his father's car's engine bubbled over with his experimental oil. Razer barely missed a flying glob of oil by ducking his head.

"Razer, honey what was that?" His mother asked from the top of the basement steps.

"Es ist nichts ,I mean it's nothing" The young German teen whipped the left over oil onto his face and walked up the stairs. His mother wasn't going to be extremely happy that he was covered in crap but at least he found out his oil didn't work.

"What happened to your clothes!?" His mother yelled as he slunk to his room

"Nothing Mamma." Razer pulled off his ruined black and blue jacket and threw in into the trash.

' i Father won't be home until 9, good I'll live for another hour.' /i

Razer's dad was an alcoholic and had a nasty temper when something bad happened to his car.

"welchem ich wundervolles tat!" Razer sighed as he flopped down onto his mattress.

Razer walked down the stairs and sat at the tiny kitchen table.

"I'm home!" came an extremely drunk sounding voice. The sound of foot steps going into the basement came through out the house. Razer winced as he heard The heavy German accent of his ranting father coming up the stairs.

"Wo der Junge ist?!!!!!!" He came up from the stairs and stalked towards Razer.

"BOY YOU RUINED MY CAR!!!" This is the first Time Razer has ever been deathly scared, he backed up into the counter and felt for a knife. He felt the wooden handle and curled his hand around it. His dad stocked closer and punched him across the face. Razer's mother screamed as Razor dug the knife into his father's stomach. Once he realized what happened he ran. He grabbed his fathers red coat , threw it on and ran out into the streets of Kras.

Razer ran until he got tired and sank into an alleyway.

He shook horribly until a strong hand touched his shoulder.

"who…. Who are you?"

"My name's Mizo but that's not what's important what's your name kid?"

"Razer"

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