KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

Why this happened?

Dum….. Dum….. Dum….. the heartbeat of the man directed the pumping on the screen.

“Yes, he is alive!” exclaimed Julin saying to Allison to move back. He joined his fingers together placed them on the man’s chest and pressed it once, twice to thrice times, giving a shock to the lungs to take out oxygen. Watching in anxiety, Allison checked on the man’s palm with his fingers.

“A little more!” he answered the result.

 Julin nodded and pressed the chest more twice time until suddenly the man pounced out his longest breathe, waking up and sat. He exhaled nonstop as fear was shaking his eyeball. Both Knight sat by his side letting the man caught on how much breathe he could.

“Ah! Ah!” the victim exhaled heavily every second by holding his neck.

“Are you alright? Can you speak?” asked Allison. The man turned his eyes releasing a long sigh and nodded replying,

“Yes, but who are you”

“We are Knights” replied Julin taking his attention towards himself, “from Lazard. We got the emergency request for help from one of your men so, we immediately received by finding your location?” this puzzled the man into blank head.

How did they find him?

How did they manage to arrive on time?

From where did they appear? Bundle of questions assembled behind his tongue but, he moved all away exclaiming

“Wait are you the Knights!”

“Yes, we are is there something we can help you with?” asked Julin.

“No, I mean those once who were known as the first Support providers in this world after the Red Explosion. Are those really from your group?”

“Pardon me sir, but we are in real Knights of Lazard from the organization that’s trying to awake back the earth” replied Allison.

“I see…..” shocked the man out of skin his to see for real the once called Knights, “I though you people where just fantasy type that the neighbors used to talk about from their dream. It was like perhaps you people were those who exist before the explosion.”

“Well, in easy words” replied Allison “We can be called Fantasy but in science friction. We are not dreams, or hear talks. We do exist. We are here to help people. In any matters, it can be, we would never refuse”.

“I am confused” said the man sweating while catching his breath, he turned straight, “I don’t what to say?. How did I manage to live on?”

Upon hearing this, Julin stood up saying, “Let’s keep our Knights matter in the side and take yours on the table. Tell us, what exactly happened here? Why was that man choking you to death? What was he? Why all of a sudden a crime was reborn when the world in still weeping in it’s wounds?” his words sounded as an anger by the situation but he was holding his boiling pressure at the back of his neck, he concluded asking Was it a plot or something? Please co-operate and answer us.

 The man remained silent after receiving a list of questions. He hung his head answering in shocked, “ I….. I don’t know exactly why he did this. I don’t know what made him do this. He was co-worker in our groups, a men for us and top of it”…… his next worked shocked both the knights,

“He is my brother”.

Julin and Allison grew surprise and stared at each other. Then, Allison veered to him questioning did he any time act strange or sometimes said something weird. The leader gazed at the pile of cloth replying,

“No, Khan didn’t do anything weird or say something wrong. In fact, he was the cheering one of all. He was popular rising the wills to live on, for the coming night and for the next day. He always would smile for everyone in the camp. Always he would make encouraging stories for our children that shone their hopes for living on. He would always give advices to his ladies to help other ladies around the camp, get them busy with some hand craft in order to cheer them for living on. We all respected him and saw him our hope but, then”….. the man paused looking at the broken tent and then added in his words that he all of a sudden said he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to stay home. In the end, he turned out to be a serial killer, who attacked the camp, killed innocents with only a knife that he always carried in his pockets. “I don’t understand” shivered the man while standing and so did Allison “I don’t understand.” repeating his worrying lines, “I don’t understand why he did this? What was wrong?”

Been a victim of depression he twisted to Allison grabbing his collar he enunciated,

“What was the reason that turned him into a monster?” In shroud of the youth’s eyes, the man started wailing at his grip on the collar which got tighter begging to acknowledge him with some answers. He was frail by the given situation and needed answers for it. Tightening his grip on Allison’s collar that could choke the Knight from his breathing, Julin from behind saw this and was about to fight but a palm lifted at him pausing him at this state in puzzlement.

To his friend’s surprise, Allison was smiling? He took the man’s hand into his only left palm saying,

“It’s alright. Don’t fall so badly to it. On top of it I will only say one thing, don’t judge the book by it’s cover” the man brusted in tears and dropped on his knees crying like howls and hollows in frustration creature in semblame of Allison. Julin was completely puzzled about what was actually wrong in the surrounding?

Why was he screeching by just the words the newbie spoke saying don’t judge the book by it’s cover?

“Allison” he tried asking when his friend directed requested him humbly to proceed in taking action against that man. He sat down, resting his palm on the man’s shoulder questioning, “Sir, what can I call you?”

“Kha…..lid……” stammered the man in tears Allison smiling uttering,

“Sir, Khalid it’s a beautiful name, your name represent a strong fighter known in history, please I ask you to be strong just like him…..” by saying this he walked away toward his friend who was puzzled asking,

“You men mean that man?” Allison just nodded .

“Wait a minute!” uttered the man in anger as he stood up turning to them asking, “You guys are just Knights of Lazard coming out of nowhere, then how come? How do you people know such history? The world destroyed! and so it’s history and past pages! Don’t simply try to speak out such insolence about the lost got people like Albert Einstein! Mary Curie! They are all just gone with the past!”

This may seem right. Khalid had a point. The world was dead and so was it’s past, present and future. Then why were the Knights of Lazard reviving it?

In honest way Allison replied, “We are not trying anything bad. There is a reason to this, and it’s War”.

“War?” shocked the man out of his skin to hear the horrible word again War. “War? With whom in such a demonstrated world! Please tell me!” shouted the man named Khalid pledging for answers. For some second there was a pose, Allison swiveled to him in seriousness replying,

“It’s kind of complicated but there’s going to be a War for with knowledge. Nothing more and nothing less……”

For normal variety of people, sentences like Battles with books and War with knowledge was something that needed actions instead of explaining words. It was a scenario that couldn’t be written in details or explained in words. It was something that needed mind, deep sea of thinking in order to make your sense with it. Just by hearing this words made the man’s mind lock in this state.

“What?” shocked the man turning blank by hearing this. He had no clue of any of these things as he remained silent rather the asking questions that never concerned him. All he did was wail by repeating the name he would always regard saying it, “Khan…… I am sorry…… Khan…….”