Twisted Nerve

Dajjal • Episode 2

• Dajjal •
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1. Al-Masih ad-Dajjal or Dajjal, is an evil figure in Islamic eschatology who will pretend to be the promised Messiah, appearing before the Day of Resurrection. The predicted location of his first appearance varies but it is generally from the East, usually between Syria and Iraq

2. The Muslim anti-Christ

Episode 2

Manou felt her skin crawl. What she saw stunned her eyes. A man stood above another as the other vividly raised his hands in fear. The one below pleaded in tears. Words such as "please" and "spare me" were uttered on the night of the ally.

When the man from above pulled out a silver metal and pointed to the letter face Manou knew she had to leave.

Her step back caused the invasive disturbance of the air. She had stepped on a branch.

The taller man with the gun turned. His eyes landed where she was standing. He met nothing. Her reflex had jumped her behind a nearby trash can. A little hidden crack from the area had access to what was happening.

With hands against her mouth, she held her breath. If she were to leave she'd simply be exposed. It would be better to wait it out until they're done then make a run for it.

The simple distraction had caused the one on the floor to run toward the exit. His feet strumbled as he struggled to walk. Until finally he fell to the floor. He had been shot in the legs.

The disposition of the man was near the trash. Manous breath caught in her throat as she heard the sickening tune. It wasn't until now that she realized, the man was whistling it as he stepped toward his victim.

Twisted nerve.

As the victim struggled to crawl away the hunter shot him in the head. Manou gasped. Traumatized with tears coming out of her eyes. Her body shook like a fever.

If she wasn't in public she would've shat herself.
She saw the man shoot several more shots after the death of the victim. And proceed to kick the corpse. Stomping the head until the bones turned into cake.

She would've fainted if it weren't for the growing puke building in her throat. She made a run for it. But unfortunately didn't get far as she was caught the moment she stood.

He had been waiting for her. He held her arm and pushed her against the wall. It was at that moment she realized his familiar silhouette. The tall height and impressive features. She should've known from the tune.

"Where are you going mi príncipe"

She threw up. Some hit the floor as most hit his suit.

"Pendeja!"

He released her as he cursed Spanish and the tenth of her generations. She didn't wait to hear the eleventh. Escape was her only thought. 

He watched her fading silhouette disappear into the dead of the night. He clicked his tongue but smirked when he saw the backpack left on the floor.

He held it to his lips.

"See you tomorrow mi amour"

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She ran until she felt the rasps of her throat and the drag of her dress on the concrete road. She had fallen but the pain was unnoticeable. Not in the wake of what she had experienced.

She heard rumors of his involvement in the gangs. There was one claiming his entire family was affiliated. She never thought she'd witness. And in such a situation, she cursed her luck.