Rebirth Of A Serial Killer 7 Manhun

A young teen walked up to the window and looked down, below was two men. One of them was wearing a full suit of golden armor, while the other one was just wearing now metal armor.

*Knock*

The young teen at the window looked the door, "Sir, the Baron's son is outside looking for you." "Yes, Yes. Send them to my room."

The butler nodded his head and went down to get the two men.

The two men were escorted to a big room upstairs, when they got inside there was a young teen sitting in a chair while reading a book. The young teen's room was full of books, it was pretty much a small library.

Both of the men kneeled down while looking at the teen. "Sergeant Ziom and Corporal Trom have some important news for the Young Master."

The youth looked up from his book, "You two need to stop calling me Young Master, I'm going to be the future Viscount of this town!" The young teen was very frustrated by the man's words.

"Yes, Future Viscount" the two men replied. "What is so important that you need to tell me?" Both men looked at one another, "While we were traveling back to town, we found multiple bodies on the side of the road."

"So? Dead people are an everyday occurrence." The two men gulped, "We thought that too, but we found white roses placed on each one of them. All the bodies had small tattoos, It looked like they were trying to pretend to be from the Rascal Bandit Group."

'Rascal Bandit Group' Those three words caught the young teens attention. "The Rascal Bandit Group, huh? How old did the men look like?" "Future Viscount, that's the thing, they were just young kids."

The young teen just smiled and started to laugh quietly. "Haha, Well those kids were just fake then." Both the men also nodded their heads. "You came here to tell me that you found people killed? Why are you wasting my time! If you don't have anything else to say, get out of my sight!"

Both men started to sweat after hearing the young teen yell at them. The man in metal armor was about to stand up and leave the room. "Wait." The golden armored man began to speak. "Future Viscount, Guards at the West wall reported that two young teens entered the town today."

The teen in the chair just started at the man, waiting to see if anything would grab his attention. "Future Viscount, the guards said that a teen around sixteen years old easily tackled and almost killed one of the guards. The guards said that the man threatened to kill all of them if they didn't let him inside."

The young teen's face was now full of anger and also being a little scared. "You are telling me, that you let a criminal into my town?" The young teen gripped his dagger on his waist and walked over to the men.

He pulled out the dagger and stuck it in between the two men. Both men jumped up in fright. "Both of you! Start a manhunt and find those f.u.c.king kids and bring them to me! If you don't bring him here by tonight I'm killing both of you."

Both men quickly got up and left the room. The two men made it outside before they started to talk to one another. "d.a.m.n, That kid is scary but he's a real pain." The Corporal nodded at what the sergeant said.

When the two soldiers made it to the middle of town, there was another wall waiting for them. On the sign above the gate, it read, 'Central Barracks'.

"Sergeant Ziom and Corporal Trom are reporting to Lieutenant Green!"

A tall but stern looking man, around thirty years old walked out in front of the two men. "You two, what do you need?"

Sergeant Ziom was the first one to speak, "Sir, Young Master ordered us to capture two teens that entered the west gate this morning."

The Lieutenant put his hand to his chin and started to think. "Why does the Young Master want these two teens?" Ziom looked back at the Lieutenant. "These two teens beat up and threatened to kill three city wall guards." The man's face turned red, he was full of anger. He grabbed a long sword next to him and moved past the two men. "Both of you! Grab twenty men and go out in the city and find those two! Bring them back alive, or at least in one piece!"

Zuhn and Scar were walking down the street, it was around noon and everyone was hard at work around them. When Zuhn and Scar made it to the market area it surprised the both of them.

It was extremely busy, people were all over the place. There were several stands, people screaming all sorts of prices for different items.

Ahead of them, there was the man in the golden suit of armor coming towards them. Zuhn felt something in his gut and pulled Scar into an alley nearby.

The man in the golden armored walked by, muttering something. "Remember! Get those two alive, or we will be killed." Scar first looked up at Zuhn, wondering why he was pulled into the alley. Though after hearing what the Golden armor was talking about he soon understood.

Both of the teens let out their breaths after the man and his guards were gone. "Do you think they were talking about us?" Zuhn didn't speak at first but then just nodded his head. "What should we do? Should we run? I know a town that is around fifty miles to the north."

Zuhn shook his head, "No, no, Let's get somewhere and plan what to do next." Scar nodded and they both started to leave the alley. When they turned left to leave they both felt a strong glare on them.

"You two stop!" They both turned around to see a man around thirty years old, he was holding his long sword towards them.

Zuhn and Scar both instantly stopped and put their hands in their pockets, reaching for their weapons.

Before Zuhn and Scar could try and leave, but they were surrounded by multiple guards. The man in the golden armor also appeared to confirm their ident.i.ties.

The older man spoke first, "You two! Dare to threaten my guards!" Zuhn and Scar were both confused.

Threaten? When did they ever threaten any guards?

They both looked at the man in the Golden armor, he was laughing quietly.

The older man, motioned for the guards around Zuhn to approach and restrain them. "I recommend that you both give up, I don't want to kill two young teenagers."

Zuhn fiddled around with the knife in his pocket, firmly gripping it. When one of the guards were about to close in on him, Zuhn pulled out his knife.