"What the fuck is this!?" A guard yelled seeing Bintos's body. "Sorry, didn't think I'd be coming back quite yet," Octavius said. "Jeez, I mean I didn't like the guy but... Anyways we're going to move you. We'd execute you, but you're already good as dead." Five more guards came and tied Octavius up and was lead to a new cell with sticks. Once he got to the cell they cut him loose, locked the door tight, and scuttled out fast. 

[i]Still missed my shivs I guess.[/i] Octavius thought as he played with the one in his mouth with his tongue. He grabbed his sheets and wrapped them around his body under his clothes. He sat down and looked at his ring, one of the things he was allowed to keep. It was golden holding a circular plate with diamonds around it. He popped open the ring revealing a thin sheet with cyanide in it.

[i]Who knows what's in the pit. This might be better, but then again it's not like me.[/i] Octavius closed the ring. Both parents dead or alive somewhere and maybe siblings as well. He could've killed them for all he knows. All he does know is the art of killing. Grown up with it when he was young by his master and adoptive father. He was suppose to take over and be the heir of She-ari-arte, but Octavius never cared much for teaching people what he knew. He ran and became a freelance assassin, made quite the name of himself. Octavius looked up from his ring, it was six.