4 Rotten Casket
*Warning: Excessive Gore and gruesome violence(Carried away, a little)*
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"As I woke up, I was surrounded by piles of bodies... and I am the sole survivor, but...
What just happened?... Yes! I was about to get tortured by hundreds of soldiers. I am a war prisoner after all...
They were looking at me with bottles and grinning... They were about to put it in my... They already killed the children in the town and rap... violated the women to the point that... they lie as lifeless bodies...dead.
But why am I alive? why everyone other than me is lying on the floor without their heads? Wait... There is someone standing before me. With a Katana made of crystal bathed in blood... He stood among the corpses... Like a ray of sunlight in darkness, but his entire self is covered in blood. He walked towards me... I am already tired, I can't fight anymore... But why is he reaching his hand towards me... Why is he smiling? Why would he say that he is glad that I am alive?...
It's like he came for me... Wait! Did he really come to save me—"
"Shut! The! Fuck! Up! Maggot!" screamed Mehreen, to wake her husband from his usual but atrociously loud sleep talking.
"What... What happened? Where I am?" Maguire slowly opened his eyes, waking up.
Mehreen grabbed him by his shirt and brought him close to her face.
"You know exactly what the fuck happened and where you are, bastard!", She said with her clenched teeth, intimidating her husband. "Just close your maggot-sized eyes and sleep... and stop with that ray of sunlight bullshit already!"
Maguire nodded as his wife returned to her peaceful sleep. But he couldn't sleep. He was blabbering this nonsense for years.
Not wanting to disturb his wife and earn her wrath again, Maguire went to the couch to sleep.
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The sun arose, and the never-ending 'day rain' returned. Maguire woke up from his sleep, and went for his usual routine - exercise, shower, dress up, and eat the goddamn breakfast.
"Look after my dad..." Mehreen said, handing over the lunch box and kissing him on the cheeks, to which Maguire nodded with a wink and a smile, assuring her.
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Back in Priest's home, Priest was busy filling his tub full of ice cubes. He took his clothes off and hopped into the tub, letting a soft moan as the chillness soothed his external and internal injuries.
While relaxing, he visualized all his recent fights and meticulously replayed them in his head, accepting the fact that he got his ass kicked not once, but twice.
"Seems like, I am really growing old." He sighed.
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Back in the defense headquarters, Maguire was having a meeting with the Chief. And the environment was far from calm and normal.
"You need permission to meet them... at that place!." Chief fumed. "If you want, you could bring them here. We have an interrogation room on the third floor... that's the reason we have it," he said to Maguire.
"Sir, we don't have time... I can't waste my time in sending permission letters and case reports to the Cult and explaining them every goddamn detail and answering every one of their stupid questions in the name of formality—"
"Ok... Ok! But going to 'Rotten Casket' is not easy. That prison is a living nightmare... For a year that has 365 days, nearly 180 riots happen there... and if you happen to get stuck in one, then—"
"I won't, sir. Trust me," Maguire assured the Chief. But Chief was not convinced. He knew Maguire for years. And he knew very well the dangers of 'Rotten Casket'.
"Call the guardian."
"What?"
"Call your friend... The Priest."
"Sir, he's on leave... And I don't think he is in correct shape—"
"He's one of the fucking Seven Gods, Maguire! I'll only accept your request, if you are taking him with you."
Maguire clenched his fist, holding back his instinctive yelling and arguing and halfheartedly nodded his head to the Chief.
"I need to visit the prison, tomorrow... Hope, the Devil doesn't mess up anything by then."
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Back in Priest's house, the phone rang aloud, interrupting his bath.
"Of course, they don't want me to even enjoy a bath, do they?" Priest lamented, sighing and went to pick up the phone, wrapping himself with a shabby towel.
"Hello!"
"It's Rakul." Rakul started the conversation on the other end.
"Oh! Rakul? Yeah, I remember... You're the boy—no girl! Wait... No, I don't remember. Who are you, again?"
As they both continued the awkward conversation, things in a nearby hospital were not going that well.
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"Is he okay?" asked a nurse, while injecting IV into the glass tube. The patient was the 'Master', the guy who got his spine broken by a car—And the Priest. He was in a coma ever since.
Rakul and Priest disguised themselves and entered the 'Rich Rocket' club. The club that was present in 'Royal's town' - a town only for the people of the higher order while the defected work as labourers for them. The club was known for its rumoured drug dealings and illegal prostitution involving refugees and minors. But the attention caught the defense force only when a girl of higher-order died because of a drug overdose and that involved 'ashes of the damned' as a component. But even after multiple raids, the Club was still clean, leaving no evidence for their crimes.
"Why and what am I even doing here? And what's this costume? I hate red!" whined Priest dressed in a red leather jacket, wearing tea shades.
"You are going to accompany me... Maguire gave me a wonderful opportunity to prove myself," replied Rakul.
"Yeah, exactly! Then why would I have to be your babysitter?"
"Because I can't leave even a single possibility of my failure. I will do anything to make this a complete success," Rakul's face was full of an ambitious glow.
"Exactly, then why I?..."
"Come on... you are an immortal. How bigger, an insurance can get than this"
"But still for success...", Priest gestured his hand to point out at her dress.
Rakul was wearing a black bikini with a fishnet cover-up, a disguise that was a bit too much.
"You can also wear a simple skirt and top, right? This is too too much"
"I know, that's why I brought an overcoat—"
"You should have at least brought a trench-coat woman—wait" Priest turned his attention away from the conversation, abruptly ending it, as he sensed some weird presence.
Priest and Rakul were in the parking lot, and there was no one nearby. But still, Priest sensed a presence. A fearful one.
Back in 'Rotten Casket', Maguire met the prisoners he wanted to meet.
It's the people of the mysterious organization who abducted him and attempted to kill him.
"I always boasted the strength in my right hand... But now...", chuckled Paris, the one who lost his arm to Priest's katana.
"Where's that bastard?", he yelled.
"Shhh..." Maguire gestured him to shut up.
"I brought news... and you guys should talk, cause your Master... the big guy, who is also blind. Unfortunately, broke his spine and went into a coma... all because of my partner—"
"Yeah, we know... you don't need to tell me"
"Yeah, of course... why wouldn't you... after all one of you guys surrendered," Maguire turned towards the other one - Dangreek. He was holding back his laughter all this time crouched in the corner of his cell wrapped in bandages to avoid him from hurting himself. Reports said that he went crazy after a few days, he was arrested and began to hurt himself while laughing all the time.
"You are late," he said smiling with held-back laughter waiting to burst open.
"Yeah, I know... your master has been escaped—"
"And he is perfectly fine" Dangreek finished the sentence for Maguire and coughed blood and showed off his blood-stained teeth, smiling.
Back in the 'Rich Rocket' club's open parking lot, Priest was trying to identify the presence.
*Bam* A man with a huge body and extremely strong thighs landed on the floor, smashing the surface he landed on.
"Oh, shit!" Priest muttered.
"Cliche, Mr. Priest. Awfully Cliche", Master mocked Priest.
"Hey, you wasted a callback, dude... Should have waited, till I—" within a flash, he appeared in front of Priest, cutting him off in mid-sentence and lifted his hand to attack.
The Priest with nothing to defend him, quickly took the spy pen from Rakul, pushing her away to safeguard her and aimed the pen at the Master. He planned to use the pen completely to his advantage and defeat him. After all, he was a warrior who killed thousands of people.
But sadly, however, nothing worked in favour of Priest and the Master, easily overpowered him and threw him away into the 'Angelica' restaurant flying, smashing the front door and the interiors with the impact. Priest was completely defeated.
Master grabbed Rakul and his ribcages expand out of the skin, piercing its way out. They form a shape like wings and began to flap, taking the Master and Rakul higher from the ground, like a bird flying off from the ground.
"You are chosen by the ashes... darling"
Master flew away from the spot to continue the ritual. Priest crashed into the wall, was slowly losing consciousness, and was about to pass out.
And his inner thoughts rolled.
"Did, I just lose?
The guardian of the seventh gate did I just...
Of course, I would be. Fighting with a pen... against the man of that size.
What am I even thinking? Guess I shouldn't have binge-watched the John wi—
Wait. What was the movie name again?... ah, shit!"
