2. Misdirection.

Robert was left baffled by Edward’s choice of actions. He couldn’t believe his eyes, Edward just opened the door and ran straight in. What in the world is he thinking? They have a gun! And Robert knew that. So, he crouched and followed behind Edward.

It’s either stupid! Or genius!

A lantern hung in the middle of the room. Boxes filled the empty space. Some empty, Some Closed. But there were two people chatting near the staircase opposite to the wooden door. Edward quickly, sneaked behind the boxes. Robert while wincing joined behind him.

“Fuck… don’t you have another?” a tall man in white T-shirt without collar and loose brown pants, with a belt at the waist said to the short person who was wearing shorts and a small shirt of black colour that stood beside him.

“You, asshole how I am supposed to make it, or did your mother left it with me yesterday nigh/t” upon hearing this the person with collar less T-shirt stood up and grabbed the short heighted man and lifted him up from the ground,

“Try making another funny Jokes of yours!!” the white T-shirt tall man snorted angrily.

Upon seeing, how the other party didn’t take the joke lightly he tried to calm him down,

“Relax… relax, I know you are tense up. I was just trying to light up the mood. Beside it’s better if we run out of tur. We will only get to play with them more before new supplies arrive.”

The tall man in T-shirt released his hand from the shirt of the short heighted man. Seemingly realise something and sigh with a hint of sadness in his voice. he said,

“Ahh… I hate hit! I only like when they don’t resist. Beside the cockroaches will be awaken soon, I only have Three more bullets that are dosed in tur.” With a brief pause,

“Should I just kill them? With normal ones?”

Upon hearing this Robert tensed a little. Realising that he was the cockroach and the special bullet was for making them sleep for a period of time. So, they can prepare for what they want from him and his other fellow captives.

The short man snorted angrily and snatch something from the white shirt man. He handed him a bat from the corner of the room, “Don’t you dare! No killing of the work force. Just wait a little the supplies will be here and we will be able to make them slaves, and I don’t want to redo all the hassle again.”

“Okay, I will keep the remaining Tur bullets with me and smash their head if anyone comes out.”

“Good! now don’t you dare disturb me. I will be sleeping, if the girls woke up don’t go alone wake me up first!” Short man said as he was about to head upstairs.

“What about the men??” the white shirt man inquired.

The short man looked at him and smirk a little and said, “I will let Dan have fun, Shaun is already at it, but make sure he won’t overdo it! Ma, handle him properly!” with this he turned backed and left.

Tap...tap…tap…

Robert looked at Edward and whispered, “So, what? Bullets, Tur, everything aside, what should we do now?”

Edward thought for a second, he cleared his throat and whispered, “He has Tur bullets with him, that must be the bullets used by that guy, and the reason everyone is alive in that cell, while being unconscious. So, we fight him!”

Robert gave a disjointed look, “How?”

Edward thought for a second and then pointed at the gun, “Misdirection! You use the gun and hold him at one place. I will wrap around him.”

Robert winced, “it’s empty!”

Edward replied, “Only you and I know that!”

Robert gulped his saliva, “So, how do we do it?”

Edward looked left and right, “You show him the gun, and then circle to the left, I will wrap around from the right side.”

Robert asked the obvious, “What if he run to the stairs?”

Edward smirked at Robert, “Well Ma’s a mama’s boy!”

Robert understood what Edward meant. Robert replied, “No words needed! Whenever you are ready!”

Oh! you can be so sensible, Robert!

“1…

2…

3…

Go.”

Tap… Tap… Tap…

Robert rosed to his feet and shouted while pointing the gun at Ma, “Don’t Move Ma! I have killed your friend Shaun.”

Ma straightened his back in front of the naked man, that was pointing the gun at him. His first thought was to run, but then he remembered about Shaun. …he’s probably dead, I should run upstairs!

Robbert shouted as he moved toward the left, “Do you know? I have good news for you in 9 months you will be having a little sister soon.”

Ma snapped, “You!’

Robert smirked and licked his lips, “She liked it raw! And I am talking about your mom. I rode her so well!”

Ma snapped and without caring for the consequences moved his hand to his revolver. Robert shouted in panic, “Don’t you dare! I will shoot you!”

Ma stopped for a second, a smile erupted on his face, “Then why don’t you? oh! You have run out of bullets. Am I correct little boy!”

Robert gritted his teeth, as he ran behind the boxes.

Bang…

Robert fell on boxes and the boxes fell like house of cards under the Robert. Blood oozing out from his left leg and he was crawly in pain and let out a grunt in pain “Argh!!”

One shot was enough to make a man wail like a dog.

Seeing, Robert wailed like an injured dog. Ma lips curled up like it was his birthday. He first put his revolver on his waist worrying that his temper will force him to kill Robert. Then he started thinking inwardly with joy forgetting about everything…

In which ways should I tortured you boy, oh I know first I will hang you from the leg, that I shot you at. Then I will hear your pathetic cry for plea, then I will cut out your foul tongue accompanied by your teeth. Oh! how could I forgot your tool, ahh but first I need to let the Tur effect to wore off, only then I would feel my soul quench but…. I saw someone else also!

Two hands wrapped around Ma’s throat as he felt someone climbing his back. It was Edward, both of them fell on the floor Edward wrapping his both hands around Ma’s throat, tightly locking it.

Ma, soon realizes the situation. But he didn’t panic as he knew it would take some time for his breath to runout, he had time. Ma moved his hand toward the hands that were locking his throat in a grip. He tried to free his throat, but he found that the hands around his throat are jammed like a rusty door and they won’t budge.

Abandoning the idea he tried to smash Edward’s face one swing, two swing, three swing, two missed and one direct hit. He felt warm blood touching his shoulder, but the grip remained tight as it was before. A subtle sense of panic rose in his heart.

Edward tried to doge the attack aimed at his face, he did succeed in the first two but the third hit him like a hammer. Opening a wound his fore head and blooding flowing out, but soon a hollow green light emitted from the tattoo in his hand. The wound closed itself. He maintained his grip on Ma’s throat.

Ma was running out of air. Worried that Edward will break his neck. He soon, tried to abandon the thought of hitting Edward’s head or getting free from Edward’s grasp. Ma reached toward the revolver on his waist, but Edward foresaw it. Just when Ma tried to reach toward his revolver, Edward forced snaped Ma’s neck and twisted it sideways with all his strength in his body, trading his life with the silence in the room.

With in seconds Ma lay lifeless on the ground. One hand holding Edward’s hand trying to free his neck, while the other lifeless on his waist above his revolver. Below him Edward laid naked his leg wrap around Ma’s legs and his hands around his neck. Ma’s face was disturbing, his tongue out and water coming through his eyes that lay side by side on Edward’s face. Phew…he got up.