He thought back to the first time he felt this kind of pain, he was 18 years old. He was bleeding at the back of an alley. He remembered falling in with a bad crowd.
He remembered since a young age, he only cared about money. He would do almost anything for it. That moment was the very first time he saw his own blood.
"Huh this is really troublesome." he said as he put his hand down by his injury, he started to think back too the first time he got seriously injured as he walking unevenly.
He remembered being in a dark alley, he remembered the pain he felt and blood flowing from his wound. He remembered feeling like he was losing energy and power he was getting tied.
He wasn't sure what to do, he didn't know how to close the wound. Even though he put his hand on the wound, but it still kept on bleeding.
He snapped out of his memorys, he almost forgot he was still injured. he digged into the ground beneath him and grabbed a handful of dirt and placed it on his wound.
He did it in order to stop the bleeding after a few minutes he got up and looked around again. He had no idea where he was nor where he was suppose to go.
All he knew was, he was in a forest of some kind. All he saw was tree's in all directions.A young man with long black hair could be seen walking through the forest. He thos could not figure out where he was he had walking for more than an hour but still could not find any civilization.
"Mmm ...I should of come across a town or something by now, then again I'm not familer with this place."
He was starting to get a little annoyed.
"Waking up in the middle of nowhere and injured and from the wound it seemed to be a stab wound."
He starrted to recall what was his last thing he remembered was.
"A gun shot?.."
He started to remember a few things, and suddenly stopped. With his hand on his chin and his eye brows furrowed he started to recall the last memorys he had.
"A gun shot?...but how..and who?"
He tried to remember who it was.
"Webber that old bastard....it was him"
He remembered turning his head in his last moments. He remembered seeing that old wrinkled face."
But he remembered killing him, he shot the man in the chest and saw his blood. He even saw him collapsed on the ground.
"He should of died....how did he survive?"
He tried to think of that man survived.
"It should not of been a trick of some kind right?"