“I'm not done yet,” he said. Then he came out from shadow to the faint light. I could see in his eyes an incredible determination. He is not giving up. Suddenly, I felt the presence of the spirit of the warrior. Even when he was sick, tired, and hurt, he was still powerful, and he gave me a sudden taste for revenge.
He set me down and asked me to join him in one last mission, a suicidal one. I couldn’t refuse as I’m looking for an honorable way out from this mediocre life. I gathered up the weapons I had stored in the boat in case of a zombie apocalypse. It turns out it’s a “god’s apocalypse,” and say whatever you want about people who make such extreme preparations. Still, now, you must admit that we were right.
He explained to me that we are at war and everybody is an enemy, we need to get into the Arc tonight no matter what the casualties. Wonfuse is in his club until midnight. It’s the only place he has attended weekly for years, and old habits are hard to change – even for a god.
Going through all the checkpoints would be impossible, I told him. Still, he proposed that we hit the target in the obvious way; it will cause surprising carnage. It’s a suicide mission, and that suits me as I want to die and be rid of all this mess, but he said, “Dismar, dying now is a luxury that we can’t afford.”
“The obvious way,” he said. I called a human taxi, gave him the Arc’s address, and with a nice tip, I asked him to avoid the checkpoints. I sat in the front to shield Konu who was behind me, preparing the heavy armory in the big bag. Almost immediately, the cab driver began a geopolitical analysis of the current situation but was interrupted by the noise in the back seat as Konu was loading up the rocket launcher. I explained that we are strippers who got invited to the Arc for a look-alike, party, and those weapons are just toys. The cab driver said that’s why he thought that Konu looked like the chief of the armies. I chuckled, looking at Konu, “No this guy is my friend Carlo, and he is just a stripper,” Konu backed me up by murmuring, “just a stripper who is going to blow everybody tonight.”
Then I asked our new friend to continue his stunning geopolitical analysis “Anyway, what a joke, they thought they could fool us. It’s the army who made the coup and Wonfuse is just a marionette to distract the people.” Although it wasn’t a bad explanation at all, I thought that it was even smart, but unfortunately, totally wrong. The real story would sound as ridiculous as a cheap sci-fi book from a failed author.
“He thinks he is God, sending messages to people about their death date to turn attention away from the coup. Meanwhile, the premier and all the politicians of the Amian First Party are in prison or executed, just like they executed the head of ONC. And guess what happened today?”
“What?”
“They executed the chief of the armies, poor guy. He had no clue what was going on. He just left for a hunting trip, and when he came back, they shot him straight away at the airport. They thought we are dumb, and we would believe in their “God story.” Again, an awesome analysis but totally wrong. Konu couldn’t resist chuckling.
The taxi driver didn’t make it through the first checkpoint; we should have known that one on the bridge was going to be trouble, although it was unavoidable. Konu tried to save him when the police opened fire suddenly on him, and I think they did so just for fun. Incredible! I witnessed the total decay of humanity in a flash of a second. Konu took a bullet for him that went clear through his arm and ended in the neck of our poor friend. We opened up on them with a burst of fire, killing them all where they stood.
The smoke hadn’t settled when Konu took off his shirt, wrapped up his arm that surprisingly didn’t bleed that much, plunged his hands in the street’s blood bath, and washed his face with it. His body was burned, covered with big scars, from his past life.
We got back in the car, but before leaving, Konu changed his mind. He took my bayonet and went back stabbing the dead police officer that first opened fire, mutilating both his eyes. He murmured, “You will be reincarnated blind,” while he was slowly cutting him, like butter. From the car, I was watching this horrific scene, but I was excited. I was sure then without a doubt, that Black Unit legendary soldier was Konu. From all the tales, that guy had no casualties in his team because he defended them with his life. He did that for the taxi drive, a total stranger, and I can’t imagine what he would do for a member of his platoon. I have been told that he didn’t flee the battleground when the mission was over, but stayed and performed bizarre rituals on his enemies, the kind that I was witnessing now. This can’t be humanly possible. How could anyone be that compassionate and that cruel at the same time? And, undoubtedly, he’s mad.
Finally, he came back, sat next to me, uttering not a single word, and we left. When I saw the second checkpoint, I turned to park far from it to keep Konu safe, even when he kept murmuring. “What a coward…”
“Stay here.
