DRAVEN.

He got involved and got a heart in return. He was ruthless and heartless. 'Rip out the heart you gave me!' he begged. He became human, when he was nothing but evil. He dined and wined with the devil, his name is Bloodshed. * * * "Sir Villin, he doesn't want to say anything. He keeps on saying that he wants to see you" Rick said. "Let me in...". Draven walked into the dimly lit room, his eyes piercing into the darkness. "... Wake him up Dopey" He ordered. He splashed a bucket of cold water on the tied up man who was soaked in his own blood. The man spluttered and coughed violently, coughing out the little water he gulped mixed with blood. "I'm here now, what do you want to tell me?" Draven asked impatiently. "Mr Draven, it's such a pleasure surprise to see your ugly face again" the man said. Dopey gave him a death blow causing his chair to topple over. "It's okay, raise him up" Draven said calmly. The ugly jagged scar which ran from the left cheek of the tied man to his chin widened as he grinned. "You don't want another of this scar do you?" Draven asked tracing a sharp pen knife across his right cheek. Blood dripped from the small cut made by the sharp knife. The man widened his eyes in terror. "I swear i don't know anything about the case. Don't do it" he begged. Draven exhaled heavily. Frustrated, he threw the stained knife on a table. "Kill him and send his body back to Armando. You know the message" he instructed. "Don't kill me! I beg..." He screamed. Bang! A shot rang out, echoing in the cell. A bullet went through the skull of the man. His head dropped, blood oozing out of the clean bullet hole in the forehead.