That's where Finian came under the name Flex Blade. He was one of the best of these serial killers, slashing targets with success. No one doubted his abilities. Only those who worked with him knew his real identity, no one else, not even other serial killers like him.

His job was going rather smoothly. He had easily tracked his target, entered the killer's base and had prepared to launch, but to his surprise, the man, Harry Winston, a wanted creep and killer, had spotted him. Although Finian had managed to kill his the latter, he was now trapped in a cage that had fell on him just as he threw his blade straight to the man's throat. He had lost any hope of escape from this shithole when he heard footsteps, his heart beating picking up.

Zade had entered the base, looking around cautiously, examining the dark area filled with old objects and the smell of cement filling his nostrils. The man was wearing long, black coat, his dark brown hair falling over his forehead as he walked on the grass that had grown through the rocks. He turned his head towards the sprawled body, a blade shoved in its throat, now being consumed by nature before looking towards Finian, sitting in a corner of what seemed trapped cage, his arms around his knees, waiting anxiously.

"Damn... I see you got him before I did..."

Finian raised his head as he heard those words and looked at the man... God... the man was goregeous. Not the feminine way, the manly type goregeous. The ones you find on a vogue magazine. The man had a slim scar running over the side of his lips like a perfect line...It was breathtaking... Finian sighed, shaking his head and glanced at the body with hate.

"Doesn't really matter... The bastard trapped me before dying."