grim; d1 {cb} fin

"Six."

I stare at the jagged number on my skin. I swear, it still hurts sometimes that spot on the back of my waist. Years of career brutality; stomping on people's faces, watching them bleed, beating them until they only knew black and blue, for a fucking number. And I can't help but laugh because there are five still stronger than, ones deemed more fit than me to survive. Five better careers than me for whatever reason; maybe they're faster, maybe they're smarter and more sane than I.

I'll still kill them if they try anything.

It's strange, how if I close my eyes I can feel the moment the mark oozed and wept when I first got it. Every time I take my shirt off and look in the mirror where I expect to see black wings sunken into my back and fangs in my mouth. Hunter. And there's a whole lot of other irrelevant careers following me because they want to be as brutal as me. I'm not the biggest career or the most muscular, I'm tall, lean and well-built from years of conditioning and fighting I run my hands through my dark hair and narrow my blue eyes.

We all live together and train together in this manor of his. I've lost count of the rest of the irrelevant fuckers in this house with us because it's only the top 10 best careers that matter. I don't know were he keeps finding us. Asura took me in from the orphanage when I was a kid and said he'd make me strong. I wonder if he tells that to the rest of them or does something more sinister. Must do if he's got this much money.

Fucking six; I scratch my hip.