Capítulo 1: Black Blooded Psycho

Jack woke up disappointed that his dream had to end it was just getting to the good bit. Where he murdered a man's child in front of him and then ate parts of the corpse. he sighed and stood up preparing for his final resistance he smiled a psychopathic smile. Jack was six foot and was well toned but not with massive muscles like bodybuilders had, he had blood red eyes and white hair however his most interesting trait was his blood was black not in a figurative way it was literally the colour black and when researched by doctors it has a high amount of an unknown element inside of him eventually his mother fought vehemently to get him away from the doctors of multiple organisation and travelled to America years later he realised he can control his blood to form objects and control it at will however when others tried to do this they failed it turned out the metal was slightly sentient it couldn't talk or anything however it accepted jack as its new owner the way he knew this is because when he made contact with the metal it transferred some images. Images of a being in a black cloak and saying, "bond yourself to this human and it will get very interesting." He then joined multiple country's militaries and assassination programs he learnt from the best of the best from every country in the world. Jack just sighed and stood up currently he was the most hated man in the world after travelling to several countries and killing people and leaving his call sign, black paint on the victim's body in the symbol of an eye, and coming back to the US he killed at least three hundred and forty people before he got 'caught' he looked at the bleak prison cell he was bored he killed the warden some of the guards and some other prisoners in bare combat prowess he was now bored as no one came near him and he was in prison all day he and got no chance to kill anyone eventually he just transformed his blood into a sword and stabbed himself he then burst ought laughing " HAHAHAH FUCK THIS WORLD THERES NOTHING TO DO," he screamed as he slowly bled out all over the dirty stone floor he was still chuckling as he felt the sweet embrace of death and saw the hooded man from the blood he heard a low voice that invoked fear in everything except jack as jacks mind was already broken and his blood stopped most mental attacks it simply said "you are my choice for the tournament," Jack was confuse as darkness enveloped him