~45~

Detroit Michigan, USA.

His eyes spurred danger. Fierce green. All he did was hid them behind those masks of his and he only takes them off when ever he feels he has accomplished a misson. His tongue and teeth were red and bloody. Evidence of the numbers of innocent people he had murdered and drank their blood. Blood of the people he had slaughtered like animals. He needed to feast on them. The blood makes them more powerful and undefeatable. Last time they hurded their enemies, they slaughtered every single each of them. Boys, girls, men, women and even children. They were always driven by the force to kill. Seeing people suffer, in tears, pains and killing people in the worst ways possible were all they could ever think of. They were always tasty for blood. They were the Assassins Of Blood. All they did was kill and render help in return for something priceless. When the US president couldn't stop them, who else can stop them? Even the God the people worship couldn't stop them. They