<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Darren Fair</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> <span style="font-family: baseballscript;">The Snake Who Weeps <span style="color: #FF0000">Red</span> Tears</span></span><br/><br/>Darren could hear the crowd there cheering deafening to his ears. The need to be violent was worse with so much noise "Shut up!" he yelled his fist bashing into the cold ground, the sudden free-ness surprised him as he looked at his deformed limb. But the realization came to fast as he realized what he was soon meant to do. "So there is to be blood" he said more to himself then to the men he knew sat listening. "Yes you are to bring us pride but you will have the disadvantage of sight so be prepared to fight with everything" a man on the intercom said calmly. Darren wore a sneer it seemed he had warned them off with his last murder or assault or maiming, what ever it was worked he thought triumphantly. Darren was not prepared to die yet, but before he could finish his thoughts the man on the intercom spoke again "You are to have a partner so do well not to kill them" he said before leaving him in silence again. Darren let out a hissing growl this would be more difficult then he had wished "Damn it" he yelled his body still in its hideous form.