Chapter 13 : When We Were Devoured by the Darkness
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They stood like a mountain Mustafa and his companions their faces lit with courage even as the end drew near. Gunfire ripped through the silence, echoing into the void like laughter mocking death itself.
There was no fear in their eyes, only the calm defiance of those who understood that the end was merely another door.
And then… the creature moved.
A single scream rang out before it lunged forward, its colossal body swallowing them in one swift motion like darkness consuming the final ray of light.
Only the sound of its heavy breathing remained.
Then…Silence.
When Mustafa opened his eyes, a warm and gentle light streamed through a small window.
He sat upright in confusion, checking his body. The floor beneath him felt strangely familiar, and the scent of fresh coffee drifted through the room.
In the corner, Sarah lay asleep, peaceful and still, her head resting against his chest.
His voice trembled as he whispered:
“Were we… dreaming? Or did we truly die?”
Suddenly, Sarah jolted awake with a scream.
“Mohamed…!”
No one answered.
Only the chirping of birds outside broke the silence, as if the world itself refused to acknowledge what had happened.
At that same moment, Mohamed awoke to find his team asleep around him.
His gaze shifted to his son Omar, who slept in a bizarre position feet pressed against the wall, body bent upward as if practicing yoga.
Mohamed muttered softly to himself:
“Glory be to Allah… it is like looking at my brother Sofiane sleeping. You truly resemble him, my son.”
He rose and walked toward Mustafa’s room, lighting a cigarette as he went.
“I hope fate has been kinder to you, my son, than it was to my younger brother.”
He opened the door.
Inside, he found Mustafa in only his underwear, staring at Sarah, who wore little more than undergarments herself. Neither of them had noticed him.
The sight filled Mohamed with fury.
He drew his gun and aimed it at them.
“Are you sleeping together while I’m still alive? You’re dead, Mustafa!”
But Mustafa met the threat not with fear but joy.
He ran forward and embraced him tightly.
“You’re alive, brother!”
Mohamed answered coldly:
“Yes. I do not die easily. But how dare you do this in front of me?”
Mustafa lowered his head in silence until Sarah spoke.
“Whatever happened was terrifying and strange… but being with him was the only beautiful part of it.”
Mustafa only muttered awkwardly:
“Uh…”
Before Sarah could react, a burst of flame passed near her head.
She slowly turned and blinked.
“Damn, Mohamed… you’re alive!”
She ran toward him and hugged him fiercely.
“If you hadn’t nearly killed me, I might have kissed you just now.”
Mohamed replied with strange calm:
“And what is stopping you?”
Mustafa stared in disbelief, stepped back, then whistled loudly for everyone to enter.
Omar rushed in first.
“My father is alive… I can’t believe it!”
Rayan followed.
“Sir… you’re alive!”
Adam shook his head.
“I thought we had lost you.”
Mustafa grinned.
“I wanted all of you to see this.”
Sarah looked at him suspiciously.
“You gathered them here just to watch me kiss your brother? You’re sick.”
Mustafa winked at her three times, sending some secret meaning only she seemed to understand.
Before anyone could speak again, the wall burst open with a violent crash.
Fatima entered.
She wore a strange steel glove, and the sight of Mohamed embracing Sarah filled her eyes with jealousy and fury.
She strode toward him.
“It seems you’ve forgotten who I am, Mohamed.”
He answered coolly:
“Perhaps I have. But I still know who I am… and I am going to kiss her.”
Everyone stared in disbelief.
Mohamed leaned toward Sarah.
She leaned toward him in return.
Then Fatima struck.
A blade burst through Mohamed’s abdomen from behind.
Mustafa yanked Sarah backward just before the weapon could reach her.
Mohamed staggered, and looked at Fatima with a faint smile……and collapsed silently to the floor.
A deadly silence filled the room.
Shock was written across every face Except Mustafa’s.
And Fatima’s.
There was something strange in their expressions, as though they knew this was not death……but the beginning of something else.
Omar stepped forward, horrified.
“What have you done? Mother… you killed my father!”
Fatima turned on him in fury.
“Shut your mouth before I kill you too.”
Adam stared in disbelief.
“Have you lost your mind, ma’am? How could you kill your own husband?”
Rayan drew his gun and pointed it at her.
“I’ll avenge him.”
She laughed coldly.
“If you are a man… then do it.”
Her laughter echoed for several moments Then died into a dreadful silence as she locked eyes with him.
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