Reborn Serpenth
Pirate"I told you to never cross our path again..." Volker hears himself say, his voice full of hate and restrained anger while he stares down at the other man like people usually look at an ugly insect. "Oh man Volker, relax." Ingo's smile becomes even bigger and while talking he wipes the sweat from his forehead with a stained handkerchief. "What's your problem anyway? It wasn't more than fucking a pile of dirt and besides, the little whore begged for-"A single stroke of fist is enough to silence Ingo, he tumbles, falls over, his head finally landing comfortably on the anvil. Decision is made within a second. The hammer rises, crashes down – again, and again and again. Unusual noises, brain, blood and bones everywhere.
It takes the whole night to clean up the mess afterwards but in Volker's memory not much about these hours is left – they only feel like a faint dream, a dream of being a
