Eliza Mentell Biography

There once lived a man, there too once died a man. One or both or neither or what the fuck have you such man was a man known only as Ten Four. The bastard was born on a night as cold as his mother, a fucking bitch that had no decency to name her goddamn son. Taken up by a nurse at the hospital, after being abandoned by his mother, the nameless child was brought into the home of a single 23-year-old nurse without a fucking clue. This nurse was named Eliza Mentell, an Italian broad with a nice looking face and a better-looking ass. Eliza had the type of smile that’d make a man feel like that smile was meant for him, and in an odd way it always was. She liked to pretend to be smart, but she was a fucking pile of shit when it came to that sort of stuff, being smart that is. Though she was lacking in the brains department, she was overstocked in the compassion, she cared for most everyone, which kind of meant she cared for no one. The nameless bastard grew up in his home, he was loved very much so, but felt neglected at the fact he had no mother fucking name. He asked Eliza if he could name himself and she conceded. He proceeded to tell his mother he wanted to be called Ten …show more content…
This kite was fucking majestic as it rode around in the wind. It’s black dragon-like wings flapped in the vicious and brutal wind. Ten loved to watch the news, to look for storms. This was his favorite time to fly the fucking kite and if Eliza was smarter that a sack of shit she wouldn’t let him fly his fucking kite in the storm, but he flew. Ten Four was no dumbass anyhow, he knew the high possibility of his kite getting destroyed in the storm, or even destroying himself, but he didn’t give a shit. Part of him knew his kite would eventually die in a blaze of glory and a display of power and might, but it never did. In the thousand or so times Ten flew the fucking thing, it never died. The magnificent black kite continued to live on, like