Episode 2: Gods of Misery
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Meters away is their assembly place, Jahad and the others were slowly walking to their target. Claux on the other hand, thinking about the pursuer stared at him long ago.
Claux thought about meeting them again, the black suit, the cold stare struck his focus, and the Round-like symbol with wings on both sides. Those looks will be returning anytime and what will be the outcome.
"Hey, the target's closer we're plotting it out, remain on guard," Claux snaps out as they walk up the emergency staircase.
On the other side, they kneeled a drunk 37-year-old guy and praise them for a consequence.
But he didn't respond.
The group leader points the shotgun at him telling him to say the group name with grace and he can escape.
Later then he whispered suddenly,
"Long Live the Streets.."
He repeats the line until he raised his voice as his final words— he was shot in his head.
The leader asks to put on a bench and burn him alive or dead.
Minutes later, crackling noise came from the fences, bottles of Molotov shatters everywhere making them trapped inside.
The group gathered and aim the enemies through the blazing fires.
They're aiming, with patience.
Yet nothing happened.
Until one of them suddenly struck down from midair, they look up and fire them above, spotting them attacking in the mid-air.
"How did they get there?!" They asked.
Jahad on the other hand, running around to check the progressing operation.
The plan was successful indeed.
The remaining cans were rolled during their off guard and their scraped bottles and small volumes of oil were filled
And the ropes they tied will act as slingshot through the flaming wall and bolts in mid-air.
This might be a perfect trap for Jahad, he locked a hook and starts to swing himself away through the trap,
Spinning himself mid-air and pins the enemy's head down.
Three men have escaped the blazing walls as Claux haunt them in the dark persuading them in desperation.
Jahad let Claux follow those guys and still attacking the enemies.
On the other side, 3 men running away going safely. One man leads to their main leader to report the incident.
"We'll be there, we need backup?!"
"Hey, where was he?!"
"It's just us!"
"No there's one—" The guy behind him fell in silence.
The last one turns around and draws a pistol in his trembling hands, aiming nowhere he looks around the dark in search of some stalkers around. Could it be the boys at the gathering area or the other guys?
He heard footsteps with the rain behind him. He turns around and fires closer at Claux drawing his blade to his shoulder, got stunned and fell off.
He calms down and chuckles for a bit, "Thought you were quicker than your boys huh?"
"Pathetic, you should go back home where you belong."
He heard a rattling noise from afar.
"The celebration began."
Claux twitches his arm as the guy suddenly points the gun at his nape. The guy's tension kicked off on his body, he looks around and his hands with the blade are on the right side.
He thought himself how could he move at a single tick. Suddenly his right side felt light as he saw flesh on his arm cut down.
He jumped out of pain, screaming, and trips down to the ground. Panting and rattle from a surprising attack. Claux stands up with cold blue eyes struck on his soul's misery.
The guy asks him stuttering, "H-How did you—How did you—you f*****g maniac! Who are you?!"
Claux stands in silence, quiet, like a black silhouette amid the storm.
"ANSWER ME—!??" He pauses as Claux suddenly vanishes. He thought that he vanishes a while, he looks over the corners and edges. And he lookup seeing Claux bolts him midair, slicing his neck down like a scissor.
The guy fell and died, Claux missed his land and trips down away from the dead. He looks at the guy he killed, thought that he had slain it instantly, then he turns down, seeing the process of slicing up and the guts dizzy him the most.
He looks up and saw somebody on the rooftops, they were 25-30 people stare at his only eyes in the dark. Their eerie dominating the atmosphere and the winds began to blow harder.
Claux can't stare at them for longer, he felt that he was haunted by ghosts from the bottom pit of the ground. They were crows cawing each other and they began to multiply and gone wild.
Lightning strikes nearby shut his hallucination down back to normal.
He looks up and sees nothing.
He murmured, "..over here..." Trembling from the ground, Claux walks slowly away from the dead back to the fight scene.
He finally returns to the place and sees Jahad sits on top of the abandoned car,
"You came back, a good thing we can go home as soon as possible. We can still regain." Jahad reacts as he saw Claux walking back with a confused face
"The rest has escaped during the attack maybe they have reported it so we must hide right—" He continued then a shadow of a cold-blooded man lands on Claux's back.
Claux's eyes widen and strike back to the man's leg but he kicks down and unconscious. The man stands the sore cold to Claux.
Jahad and the rest were shocked in a sudden twist. Heron jumps out and attacks the guy. But the guy was moving away avoiding the attacks.
Seems strange he doesn't want to fight and block their attacks at any time, yet Jahad saw the symbol in the guy's armband.
The symbol, the round shape with the triangle at the center and wings on each side. He recalled that day, that guy enhances his actions a lot.
Soon after, Gam jumps out as Heron flew back. Rev, on the other hand, clings Jahad's shoulders asking,
"Jahad! Do you have any options?! They can lose their last force at any time?"
He remains speechless.
"JAHAD!!"
He blinks away from zoning out and utterly commanded,
"Stop them.."
"Huh?"
"Stop them now! This guy.."
Claux clinches his fists from the ground, as Gam fights alone with the guy defensive.
"This guy, he's—"
Gam kicks down as Claux swings his sword on him.
Unfortunately, the blade just broke, blocked by the blade pieces shattered down as the living blade swings corresponding with Claux's arm block.
"HALT!!"
The guy kicks off Claux away and stands back.
"You're the leader right?" The guy spoke from the cold silence.
"Yes."
"I have questions regarding this aftermath situation."
Jahad scoffs as he agrees with him, "As you wish."
- Writer
