First part is here  http://mafiareturns.com/comm/thread/129851

Two years passed since his first kill and Lobos pit fighting carrier ended about same time. Mostly because no one would face him in the pit, but probably fact that when his father finally arranged next fight he refused to be part of it. Then when that all too well known fist tried to grab him by the neck Lobo swung his silver handled treasure and took one finger cleanly off. His father recoiled and faster then Lobo could see he had his own blade in hand, no fancy carvings, no precious metal just wicked shaped knife that he knew could cut his head off in a second.

At his surprise his father relaxed and sheeted his knife, for a first time Lobo in his eyes noticed something close to affection.

So puppy finally grown fangs of his own is it? Well we will need to find a way for him to earn his dinner some other way right?

Two days after that Lobo left village with two of his older cousins, it was custom in his family for young ones to leave and find they way in the world...even if it is a way to the grave. But at 16 years old Lobo was youngest outcast ever, even in hellfire circus of his family it was decision to be argued with. He didn’t care. Not one thing kept him tied to the place of his birth, all he took with him was clothes on his back and prized dagger.

Lobo soon realized that he need to split with his cousins as soon as possible, he was not squeamish and occasional murder if justified was not something he would lose sleep over. But two of his mentors were more wild beasts then humans, trail of corpses grew thick and bloody and common sense dictated when trail is so long someone will come and fallow it. In their case it was not only cops, army was mobilized as well as militia. Somehow they lucked out and managed to cross into Poland, border would stop cops and army but militia and grieving cousins will probably still be on their asses. But even then Lobo was willing to give those two idiots benefit of a doubt, blood is blood after all even if it’s tainted. Not even 10 hours in new country they invaded some family house, 8 dead, almost all females raped before they were slaughtered; those who escaped defilement still met their end by the blade...by the boots…by the fists.

That was turning point. When both of his elders fell asleep knocked out by taste of blood and home made vodka he quietly cleaned out house of any valuables and then pick pocketed his relatives out of all of their cash. For a brief moment he considered slitting their throats, he would do world a favor and save himself lot of grief if they find him later on (and they will look that’s for sure). However blood is blood after all, leave them to find their own paths, if it comes to killing he will be ready.

Now he had enough cash to not to worry about transportation fairs and Ireland intrigued him for a while now. Four leaf clovers will be his.             

Katana claps as she hears the second part of his tale.

Lobo good sir, I must say I like it and can't wait to hear the rest. Please let me know when it will be released so I can be entertained some more.

She pulls out a smoke and then walks back down the street.

Such a battered, blood soaked past you have on your hands there Lobo.  It must have been a terrible ordeal for one so young to go through.  Timothy takes a quick puff from his lit cigarette and nods his head at his crew mate.  

I'm eagerly anticipating the conclusion of your past life, the one that led you to these shores.