Where's a Tuna Fisherman When You Need One?

Pressure Point 56
April 14, 2003
Starring: Fiend.

Fiend sat in his locker room, with a cake of dried blood still on his face. He hadn't bothered to wash. He hadn't bothered to change. The only thing going through his mind right now was getting his hands on a minnow.

Fiend sat there.

Staring at the wall.

Emotion?

No.

He was bottling his rage. He was holding it all in for the time when in fact he could get his hands on the one known as Sharc.

A.k.a. Richard Hertz of Boston, Massachusetts.

A father and monster combined.

Sharc may think that from his past he has learnt to deal with people. Well, that may be the case for then, but this is now. And Fiend is not human. Nor has he ever been considered that.

Fiend is in fact that.

A fiend.

"Fiend, noun,

"An evil spirit; a demon.

"The Devil; Satan.

"A diabolically evil or wicked person."

Fiend sighed heavily as he peered through his crimson eye-holes.

"Fuck with what you will, Sharc. Fuck with what you will!" Fiend whispered to himself as he scratched some blood away from his forehead.

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