Turquoise hair peeks up from beneath the hood of the adult’s long coat. His eyes continue to scan the area for possible targets. All different types of people were located here at the moment. Today is the day when everyone near their town gathers to celebrate their founding. Mowow stands by W.’s side, his eyes twinkling with excitement and curiosity.

Mowow is also in disguise: A small blonde wig, a pink sweater, black pants, and red converse. W., on the other hand, is wearing his normal long coat, black pants, and black combat boots; but unlike his normal outfit, he has a black scarf lazily draped around his neck, his coat is completely zipped up, and his scythe is folded and tucked away.

“Have you found anyone yet, W.?”

“No. Not yet. None of these people look interesting enough.”

“Wanna split up?”

“Might as well. Meet back here before the fireworks go off.”

“You got it.”

W. heads to the left, toward the quiet neighborhoods, while Mowow heads right to the busy festival. W. could tell that Mowow was only headed that way to learn more about the human culture, but if he happened to find a victim, it would be a win win.

As W. continues down the many streets, he can’t help but feel dreary toward the eerie quiet lingering throughout the other side of town. As he’s about to turn back and meet up with Mowow, he notices five figures heading into an alleyway. He squints his eyes in curiosity before heading toward the alleyway. The closer he gets, the better he can hear the screams of a victim and the cackles of their harassers.

The blue-eyed male peeks his head in, only for his eyes to darken in anger. In front of him stands the five figures; four are laughing and kicking at the fifth. From what W. can tell in the dark, the fifth is losing blood, fast at that.

“Please! HELP!”

As the victim shouts out, the supposed leader kicks them in the stomach, causing the victim to faint of blood loss. W. mutters a few cuss words before taking his scythe out and unfolding it. The group of four men looks behind him and gasp at the sight of a man with a scythe above his head.

The leader is a blond male. His teeth are beyond fucked up and the rest of his face is no different. His eyes are covered with bright green sunglasses, that of which don’t go with his bright orange tracksuit. In the leader’s hand is a small knife, something W. or Mowow would use to cut vegetables.

To the right stands what W. can guess is the leader’s partner in crime. He has red hair and unlike his leader, this male’s face is somewhat more decent to look at; his teeth are in order and his face is only slightly fucked up. He’s wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He has a weapon hidden, just barely, in his waistband.

On the left of the leader is obviously the weakest of the four. His hair is dangerously gray, giving him a ghostly look. He’s malnourished and you can see the large gap between his skin and his clothes: a large white t-shirt and large khaki shorts. The only weapon he has is the small pocket knife held lazily in his hand.

Finally, behind the group of three, stands the muscles of the quartet. His bald head shines due to the small amount of light peeking into the alleyway. Everything about him was ripped, and if W. wasn’t confident about his skills, he would’ve been cowering at the moment. The man seems to stare down at W., trying to make the blue-eyed male crack under pressure. The only thing the male is wearing is gray shorts. He doesn’t have a weapon from what W. can see, not that he would need one anyway.

The group smirks at W., realizing they have a witness to the crime they have just committed. The redhead pulls out the gun and starts to shoot at W. As W. dodges, Muscles comes up from behind and slams him into the opposite wall. Skins and Bones then throws his small knife, it then lands in W.’s shoulder, causing a grunt to escape the turquoise-haired male’s lips. The leader quickly runs up to W. and pushes his foot on the knife, allowing the knife to dig deeper into his shoulder. W. bites his lip to conceal his screams, causing blood to trickle down his chin. Red grabs the scythe and stands next to Skin and Bones and Muscles.

“Not so tough now, are ya?”

The leader cackles before taking the knife and stabbing W. in his other shoulder. The quartet then cackles at the male suffering before them. As The leader raises his knife to finish W. off, W. quickly grabs his wrist and flips the blond over.

“BOSS!”

His three minions run at W. simultaneously. W. punches Skin and Bones in the chest, only to smile at the sound of his ribs breaking. Red swings W.’s scythe around like an idiot, missing and grunting with every swing. W. grabs the scythe and the gun, shooting the guy in the head once, instantly killing him. As Muscles appears behind him, W. swings the scythe, decapitating the large man.

“Fuck.”

W. grabs the pocket knife and rips it out, only causing blood to splatter along the walls. The male takes the gun and shoots everyone in the group. As he looks to where the victim was last seen, he’s only met with empty space and a small amount of blood.

“You’re welcome.”

The male rolls his eyes before walking out of the alleyway, already tired from the exchange.

“The sooner I get to Mowow, the sooner I can get patched up.”

As he enters the festival area, Mowow immediately runs up to W., fear evident on his face.

“W.?! What the hell happened?!”

“I ran into some trouble. But I got four kills in.”

Mowow glares before taking W. to a hidden place and opening his bag. Mowow takes out bandages and disinfectant wipes, only hoping to stop the bleeding until they get home. W. takes off his coat and undershirt revealing his bloody shoulders. Mowow immediately gets to work.

When Mowow finishes wrapping the bandages around, W. spots a familiar figure.

“Hey! You! Wait up!”

W. sprints toward the running figure, leaving Mowow to pick up his clothes and follow him. As the figure and W. enter the woods, W. tackles the figure to the ground. He pins the figure down, allowing no means of escape.

“Jesus. Is that any way to treat someone who saved your fucking life?”

W. smirks down at the panting male under him.

“I could’ve handled them myself. I didn’t need your help.”

“Well it looks like they beat you up pretty good. I also remember you calling for help before you fainted.”

“Fuck you.”

As W. finishes chuckling, he finally takes a good look at the male under him.

He doesn’t look pleased at the situation he’s in; though, you can’t really blame him. His emerald green eyes shine with both anger and slight embarrassment. His brown hair is scattered across the ground; it’s mangled due to tumbling around the place. He isn’t the fittest person, but he’s definitely fitter than Skin and Bones. A large black t-shirt is draped over his torso, and black pants sport his legs.

“Can you get off of me?”

Venom drips from every word that comes from his mouth. Before W. can do anything, Mowow kicks him off.

“BAD W.! YOU DON’T RAPE PEOPLE IN THE WOODS!”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I WAS DOING AT ALL!”

W. gets up before looking at the green-eyed male he was talking to before Mowow putted him across the forest.

“What’s your name?”

“…Max. I already know your name, W.”

“Yeah. This is my roommate, Mowow. Mowow, this is Max.”

“Nice to meet you, Max.”

“You, too.”

Max dusts himself off before looking at the two of them.

“I have to go before my parents send out a search party. Thank you, W. I’m sorry you had to be put through all that.”

“I’m fine, now. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Also, I’ll make sure to keep your murderer secret.”

“…Shit. Thanks.”

Max disappears into the woods, leaving Mowow to ask W. questions. What W. doesn’t know is that he’s going to meet Max again one day.