[b] nine years ago [/b]

Kyle sat in the shadows the blood pits had made him a killer. They had made him a knife but his master put an edge on it. Kyle would start would would be known as the Nights of Blood. Where every gang lord and noble responsible for the horror of the blood sport. Memory flashed a younger boy in front of him a club in Kyle's hand. The look of the boys face was fear. Kyle lifted his club the crowd roared it's approval kyle brought it down and the boy's head cracked open. Kyle dropped the club on the sands gray matter stuck to the club sand clung the the wet gray matter. Kyle raised his hands above his head and lifted his middle fingers roaring "FUCK YOU ALL!"

Kyle was back memory gone, he looked at his deader the gang lord that owned the blood pit where Kyle spent most of his childhood. He lept and attacked body guard one took a dagger to the neck. leaving the dagger Kyle took the short sword form the dead guard. Spinning he ham stringed the other the third fell down as kyle slammed his sword into the man's kidney . Ripping it free Kyle tapped his power and slammed it threw the deader skull ending at the man's adem's apple.

Now

Kyle sat bolt upright from the dream shaking his smelf and taking a drink from the glass of rum he had on the bed side table.