Wrath walked towards the female guard, the padding of blood tapped the floor as if water was seeping out of a bath. There was so much of it, as if it was something out of a nightmare. The young teen stood a few feet away from the guard as he slowly raised his youthful and fair skinned hand, "I'll give you to the.....Count of...Five" His voice again was emotionless but his body looked innocent, as if he never ment to hurt anyone let alone kill them it was that deceptive truth that makes his prey so weak and feble.<br/><br/>"But after that, I'll chace you...." Wraths tone was dark and menecing "If you win....You live....If .....I catch you....You'll...Die" the last word Wrath said was something of regret, as if he never wanted the game to end. He was naturaly a hunter and needed prey to hunt weither it be humans or animals. "Ok...?" A slow smile crept up his mouth, "Here we go....1..........2......"<br/><br/>Wrath continued to count very slowly as he waiting for the female guards responce.