Prologue

Six APCs (Armored Personel Carrier) drove through the middle of the desert, making a caravan. A cloud of dust billowed to create a thick brown tail that stretched into the distance.

Inside one of the APCs, a man about thirty years old looked into the distance through the window. His brown eyes are set to search for enemies who might be hiding behind the dunes.

The man was Pasha Mehran. A terrorist, killer, and ex-soldier. He easily to be recognized by his good build, brown skin, thick mustache, along with his red turban. And yes, that was a big minus for a terrorist.

Now, me and his groups are in escape. Making sure that there is no ambush or pursuers, his eyes never rested. His gun, M4A1 custom, is always ready to shoot the enemies.

A few hours earlier, he and his comrades, perfectly completed a bombing mission. An old building used as the headquarters of the enemy forces was the target. The success of this mission will weaken the army of the country where he lives. And because of that, the terrorist group he belongs to will have more freedom to move across the country.

The terrorist group, The Red Turban, will launch other acts of terrorism until they get the justice they have been fighting for.

That's right, Pasha will be busier if The Red Turban becomes more active. However, before he gets into all that trouble, he will get a vacation which is his right.

Pasha has been working hard for months non-stop. A week-long vacation will treat his stiff and injured body. But of course, to enjoy the holiday, he had to return to headquarters safely.

The mission is complete but Pasha won't lower his guard just to be killed. So, seriously, he was carrying out his duties as a watcher.

Time passed and... He saw something moving in the distance. It was a human silhouette. He intended to tell his discovery to his comrades but, before he could say anything, one head of a rocket launcher shot quickly from the distance to blow up the front-most APC.

BOOM!

The APC flew before finally falling to block the road. The other five APC's take a sharp turn, avoiding the broken APC but, another head of a rocket launcher blows up an APC. Four APCs were forced to stop abruptly.

"Damn it! They got us! Get ready and get out! Now!" Command the man in black glasses.

Pasha and others are out of the APC. They know the attack is coming from the left side so they take a cover to the right side of APC.

Not long after they came out, two black APCs and three Military Jeep came to them from the distance. And not only that, two other rocket launcher heads came to destroy two APCs on the back.

"Damn it! They are USC soldiers!" Shouted terrorists in the bandages.

The brown, muscular man prepared his weapon then asked, "Seriously? What are they doing here?"

"It's clear they came to kill us, muscle brain!" Shouted the man in black glasses.

Not long after the four black APCs were close enough, the crossfire began. Gunshots came and went, dozens of bullets were used, people died one by one.

Pasha uses the front of the APC as a cover. At that place, he was shielded from bullets fired by USC soldiers. At the same time, he could attack freely even with a limited view.

Pasha, who continued to use his gun in the crossfire, stopped an Military Jeep and killed twelve soldiers. Nineteen minutes later, it was all over.

With twelve casualties, victory was achieved by Red Turban.

"Great! It's over, I'm alive," said Pasha who then exhaled a sigh of relief.

With a smile, Pasha left his hiding place to join the other survivors. He has used all of his abilities so he deserves a reward. But...

Splat!

As Pasha stepped away, a bullet from a sniper hit him in the head. With a hole in his head, his body fell. Blood flowed to soak the sand and barren ground.

Pasha never realized when he die.

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The night sky was enclosed by thick black clouds, it was raining heavily. Lightning appeared alternately to show flashes of blinding light. Thunder makes sounds that instill fear for those who hear it.

With the bad weather in the background, a girl stood in front of a tall window. She has an otherworldly beauty. Soft pink lips, a nicely shaped nose, and sharp blood-red eyes become one to form a masterpiece that can snatch a man's heart instantly.

The girl and this atmosphere should have formed a serene with a piece of a melancholy scene but no. Because of a knife in her hand, blood staining her clothes, and the corpse of a man beside her feet, all of this became a thriller scene, straight out of a horror movie.

The atmosphere in the room was so dreadful. Fear, terror, and cruelty permeated every corner of the room. Everything is cold, freezing. Nothing moves except the blood that flows and drips from a big gaping hole in the stomach of the corpse.

His innards?

It's scattered everywhere. The girl yanks it out brutally and now it's in a mess. Her barbaric behavior made the woman - which is the only survivor - feel weak because of immeasurable fear and terror.

Now, the girl came face-to-face with the woman who is in front of the locked door. Two women have the same blood-red eyes but their eyes had a clear difference. Happiness colors the girl's eyes while horror colors the woman's eyes.

And of course, this silent, freezing moment won't last forever. It shattered when the girl said, "mother-"

"AAAAAA...!" The woman couldn't help but scream. Her cry was a form of expressing fear and desire for help. She wanted to escape from this murder scene but...

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The door she was trying to open with all her strength didn't move at all. The door was firmly locked.

The key?

It was in the girl's pocket.

"Mother, why such in rush? Today's lesson of manners is not over. Please, please, teach me, scold me, instruct me, more as usual. I will follow your words with all of my capabilities." The tone used by the girl was full of joy and excitement. She even smiled but...

Her smile was so wide, her lips twitching uncontrollably. Along with that, she cried. Tears flowed profusely drenching her cheeks. All of this became even more chaotic as madness enveloped her expression as she walk unsteadily towards the woman.

"NO! DON'T COME CLOSER TO ME!" the woman screamed. Anger and fear in her tone are mixed into one. "Don't do anything stupid, Jeanne! You killed your father, you know it's not going to end well when the police intervene so, let me free. That way-"

Swosh! Stab!

A knife flew then stab the woman's left thigh. Blood flowed to wet her trousers. The pain cut through the woman's words, also making her look down to see the source of that pain with her wide-open eyes.

"A..." Her voice trembled. A moment later she fell onto her butt. "AAA..." Scream out of her mouth automatically as she pulled the knife from her thigh.

"I'm sorry, mother. The knife fell out of my hand. I didn't mean to hurt you and I hope you understand that this was just an accident. And... You shouldn't pull out the knife because if you do, you're going to get bleeding." Jeanne explained kindly to her mother. "Death will come to you faster as your blood continues to flow profusely and… it's not good at all, isn't it? After all, you hate it when your lesson ended quickly."

"Don't come closer, Jeanne. I have the knife now." Without hesitation, the woman pointed the knife at her daughter. Her survival instinct took over her judgment.

The girl stopped. The smile on her face stretched even wider. She moved her hand to search for something inside her clothes. Seconds later, she gripped another knife! "It's a coincidence, I also have a knife! Let's play, mother."

"No," the woman whispered in despair. The knife fell from her hand as her daughter walked closer. "No, don't get close, Jeanne," she whispered once more. Tears came out of her eyes. She never stop to beg as her voice became louder. Whispers become screaming. "No! No! NO! NOOO...!"