Creating the Fire

chapter 1 part 5

HE was shocked, this man's skills were nothing compared with what he had seen before. When they were commanded by Valentine to stay in the shadows and watch as he fought with the group of twenty-eight trained men, he seemed messy but good. Now he saw him in the other light. He was a monster. Monster, who shouldn't be existing at all. Who had created him? What had created him? Valentine needed to know about it, so he texted a message 'Hawk's in a flight, third seventeen'. He also gave him the coordinates, what was in their secret writing.

Before few minutes someone approached from the rear. He jumped and turned to fight back, but it was just Valentine. For a moment he was scared of losing his life, now he felt safe. An awkward smile broke free on his face and he eased a little, even though something was wrong with Valentine. His eyes were darker than the night.

"Where's Prince?" Valentine wanted to know quietly, his's eyes were staring at the empty street, where Prince had gone off to. "This direction sir," he pointed in the direction, where Valentine was looking at. He breathed deeply in and tried to sort out his mind. How could he tell what had happened without sounding stupid? It's not possible to tell someone that he saw a monster. This definitely wasn't a human.

The next moment Valentine's hands were around his neck, he was choking. Why did he want him killed? He couldn't breathe, the life left his body pretty suddenly. Only one moment and his limbs went numb. Another moment and black dots were dancing around his eyes. He tried to form 'why' with his lips, but the word didn't come out. And he was gone.

Valentine stared at the bodies, one he had killed and another Prince. Now he had two more bodies to take care of. He couldn't just let them lye around and he also needed to catch up with Prince. He hoped Prince liked his gift. The limping man, that was his doing.

HE reached to a building, what seemed to be some kind of office. The building was quite small and probably there weren't too many people. The good thing about it, the windows were wide and it was easy to see inside. In addition, there was an old apartment building right in front of the office. Marcel could already see the best places on the rooftop of the apartment building, where he could use his sniper easily. It all seemed too easy. How could it possibly be so?

He saw the man he had followed go inside the office. Marcel sprinted to the house and ran up the stairs. On the rooftop, there was a light breeze, he shivered lightly even though he had his black jacket on but tried to ignore it. The sniper was on his back, he got himself ready to shoot. At the same time felt like an armoury, because he had so many hidden weapons on him. He placed his sniper MK12 Mod 0 to the stoned border of the rooftop and tried to find his target.

He saw through all the windows. On the ninth floor of the twelve, floored office building were men with dark clothing. The room was entirely empty, but there was only one chair, where someone was sitting. The door opened and someone stepped in. Marcel recognized him as his prey. He set his aim but didn't shoot. He felt someone standing behind him in the shadows.

"SIR, should we make a move, they've been gone for an hour now," the man from the corner asked fearlessly, but he hates this kind of personality. Everyone needed to know their place. He raised his hands to silence all of them, who were staying in the room. "No, I'll give you orders, when the right time arrives,* he was called Messiah, he had to be respected, so no one dared to open his mouth to raise objections.

He needed silence to think, but everyone in this room disturbed him. They were trained in some kind of a way or another, it only seemed to be the physical training, because all of them were annoying and stupid. Messiah sighed loudly out and used his hand to hold his head up. One full night sleep would do him good. When it ended he probably went to the mansion and took his damn time to rest.

Three knocks on the door, which meant that the messenger or someone had come back. They opened the door and inside came one of the men's, who had left with Salvador and his bodyguards. To be exact, this man, whose name he couldn't remember, we're also one of Salvador's bodyguards. The meaning of him coming back without company and looking so horrible, heavily beaten up, meant they needed help or were dead already. Messiah hoped the dead version, it meant he got the crown and command all of Salvador's assets.

The man was hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath, till then he couldn't get a word out of his mouth. Messiah was patient, he knows already, what the man wanted to say. It took him almost a minute, but he dared to speak finally. "They are dead... a monster," he gasped, but he was totally over with himself. Some of the men's started whispering, Messiah didn't pay attention to them. He had power now. All of this was his. For some reasons he weren't surprised because he had been the leader for a while now. Salvador was so easy, dealing with him was easy, like dealing with a child, give him a lolly and he'll be happy.

The glass shuddered and flinders blew around the room. All of the men took cover, trying to protect themselves, except Messiah, who was sitting in his place and staring with indifferent face the messenger, whose head had a great hole in it. He was lying unmoved on the ground, eyes wide open, he was dead. Someone had followed him and he had let him straight to them. A monster, the man had said?

Messiah stood slowly, he was the only one who hadn't taken the cover. He was untouched, unharmed, while the messenger was lying dead. It was good, the monster helped him get to ride one of the useless ones. He had power now and he was taking all into his hands. At first, he was going to change out his men.

He walked to the shattered window. The monster still had to be there with a sniper pointed to his head, but he wasn't afraid. This mysterious monster needed him for something. He started the war with him. He made himself a target and Messiah weren't going to give up till he got him. He had no idea with whom he was messing with, but Messiah was going to give him the chance. He saw a black shadow on the rooftop. He smiled and said in his mind "we'll see you soon".      

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Ugh, I'm so excited, they finally met! (Just glances but they met O_o)

The last week was tough, so I forgot to post on Sunday, but I'll do it today. 

Let's stick to schedules! :)