[B] Enrique-Outpost-Myriah, Samantha [/B]

Enrique sat outside the room where Samantha and Myria had been sitting and laughing for a good hour or so. Enrique sat in wait for either to leave, he had kept himself well covered in clothes he himseld did not own, he saw Myriah leaving the room. She looked back then walked off somewhere, Enrique grimaced and got to work. He jogged across the way holding a shiv he had made so that he could not be linked to the murder weapon, it was merely a shard of glass held by a bunch of duct tape, nothing fancy. He went in through the front with his bandana across his mouth and nose, he saw Samantha sitting reading a book he gripped his shiv tightly as she looked up. 

"WAI," her cry for help was ended by Enriques gloved hand covering her mouth, he held his hand there as he positioned himself behind her, he grunted as he dug the knife into one side of her throat slowly tearing through to the other side. 

"I'm sorry," Enrique said as he held her body there, "I'm sorry... just think you get to leave this world, you will be at peace."

She stopped squirming and clawing at his arms, he threw her body aside the shiv still in her throat. He stood and made his way to the door, as his fingers touched the handle the door came open and on the otherside stood Myriah. He reacted before thinking and slammed his fist into her forehead, she fell to the floor unconcscious and Enrique stepped over her and ran off. He made his way to a firepit and burned the bandana and hood he had on, he carefully checked his pants for blood and then his shoes. He tossed the gloves in the fire and made his way to the tent he had been given. He sat on his bunk, running his hands through his hair, he remembered name he used to have in thd army.

[I] El perro de infierno [/I] 

The hell hound, the unwavering stealer of souls, he knew he was back to his old ways, he didnt want to be this anymore. Not again, he let out an angry huff, then felt tears forming in his eyes, he slapped himself trying to snap of it. He reached under his bunk and grabbed the glass bottle from the kitchen, he brought it up and unscrewed the top, he brought it to his lips and let the fire swim down his throat.