The burning sky

chapter 3 (the devil on mission)

Three expensive sports cars arrived at the main gate of the five-star hotel.

Ferrari, Audiand Jaguar, The light slipping off their black and red bodies. A total of twelve boys and girls came down from named cars from three. A chain with precious diamonds around the neck of the boy in front indicates his abundance of wealth. Seeing them busy, the hotel staff came forward. He was standing on the road outside the main gate today, whether the minister's son would come or not!

The boy threw some money and three car keys in his face, the others laughed at his work. The hotel clerk quietly picked up the keys and money from the ground.

"I am the son of the finance minister of this state, and these cars are mine, even if there is even a blemish, I will sell your kidney and will take the money. Wear your cheap uniform and sit on such an expensive seat, after getting off, wipe it with antiseptic tissue. Now go, park the car. "

The boy said as he entered through the main gate, his friends followed him laughing.

The employee parked one car after another without saying a word. Employees here are required to wear face masks and white gloves, so that adults do not have to bear the smell of their breath or unwanted touch. He also wears a similar mask, nothing visible except his eyes. He parked the car and walked towards the relatively deserted staff gate instead of entering through the main gate. Then go straight into the godown on the left. Various materials are stored here in dhows bags every week. There is nothing in the pitch-dark room but silence . However, he does not have any particular difficulty in that He likes the dark. He is used to working in the dark.

Few employees of this hotel do not know that there is an iron door on the north side of this godown, which when opened reveals a spiral iron staircase leading up.

very old stairs, rusted and crumbling in some places. Its use has been stopped by the hotel authorities as it is very dangerous, it just lies there as a witness of the old days. The word dangerous does not exist for him. He knows that this staircase will take him to the roof of the hotel, where there is a rooftop swimming pool, where the minister's son and his entourage are now partying grandly. And he is breaking the stairs one by one.

Instead of the cloth gloves of the hotel staff, he got rubber gloves on his hands. He also left the uniform. It is impossible for the ghost's father to perceive his appearance by seeing his full black clothes, sunglasses and face mask, no man!

He slowly steps on the roof. Unnoticed by the twelve drugged-up frenzied children, the killer has hid in the rooftop bathroom, now patiently waiting for his victim to approach.

"Here you stand, I'll lighten up a bit. Bladder will burst this time."

The minister's son stood up and staggered, the others probably couldn't hear him properly, they were all intoxicated. Holding on to the wall, he made his way to the bathroom, bleary-eyed as he washed his almost trembling hands in the sink. But someone's reflection in the front mirror makes him wince.

"Who are you? What are you doing standing here like a ghost! "

The minister's son screamed in a hoarse voice. He doesn't answer. Just rushed forward and grabbed his head and slammed it into the mirror. The sound of breaking glass is drowned out by the loud music. The minister's son's forehead burst and blood fell. Turning blue with panic, he looked at the assailant ahead.

" what the hell ! Why are you beating me? What harm have I done to you!"

He asked, crying in pain. The assailant brought his face close to her ear, then whispered,

"Your father said so."

The sweet mint smell of the assailant's mouth entered the minister's son's nostrils. This smell is dear to him, but now it is making him freeze with fear. Also the newly acquired information is amazing.

"What nonsense! Dad loves me so much. He gave me an Audi car as a birthday present the day before yesterday, my dad can't do that!"

He says hummingly. The assassin smiled to himself. This lowly coward who claims to be a wealthy son doesn't even want to believe that his death warrant has been signed by his own father through the dark web. He didn't even bother to pay a lot of money for this work, he even chose the most painful method of death. He could now prove it to this dying young man, that he had the power But he won't do it. Clients' privacy is paramount to them. There is no compromise with that.

So without answering the young man's words, he took out his favorite dagger from his pocket, then put it on his cheek and pulled it hard. Cut the flesh and skin and blood came out from it. Holding his cheek with one hand, the minister's son lay down on the floor, and the killer's kick hit him in the ribs, and the sound of breaking bones was heard very loudly.

"Look, don't kill me. I will give you all the money you need, I have good cash and gold now, I give you everything, please let me go."

The minister's son said while writhing in pain In response he knelt before him.

Taking out from his pocket the crumpled notes that had been thrown into his face a moment ago by the haughty young man who fell on the floor and begged for his life. As he stuffed the crumpled notes into his mouth and sealed them with strong tape, the young man stopped screaming. He tried desperately to throw his arms and legs, but could not because he was intoxicated. The white marble floor of the bathroom was red with his blood.

Without any haste, he saw the intoxicated injured youth's scurry He has great patience, no one will come upstairs to disturb the big guests before evening. A Do Not Disturb board hangs on the door leading to the roof.

When the young man was led away after a while, the killer cut off his fingers one by one with a knife and spread them around the bathroom, looking like he was cutting chicken in a butcher shop.

He has an uninhibited, emotionless calmness. The squirming of the bloody young man who lost his finger gave him satisfaction. Uninhibitedly he beats him, without any precise points here and there. His intention is to kill the young man by excessive bleeding, without needing to inflict more injuries. When the young man finally fell down, his throat tube was cut by the killer and he stood up. Slowly the bathroom door opens, it's evening, eleven people are lying around the pool. Unbeknownst to them, one of their own is lying in the bathroom, bathed in his own blood, and the killer is silently disappearing behind everyone's eyes, aided by the useless spiral staircase.

After a while his clothes will burn in an empty space. He will disappear in the busy city without leaving a single trace of himself. No one will know, the perpetrator of the most brutal murder that happened in the heart of the city. The minister will shed tears in front of the TV camera, this death will give him a big advantage in the next election. Discussions will be held on channels, how many mentally unbalanced cannibals can kill someone like this!

He would then sit far away in an underground pub playing games, his teammates choosing the next victim for him. This is how their agency will continue, to incite the perverse darkness of the human mind for money.

(gradually)