Right...

He said. Despair reflected in his eyes. From that moment I knew- he would never make that same mistake again. 

Do not ever call me again, he said again. Tears streaming down his cheeks. He started to hitch. Why don't you just die, he said screaming. I could, I thought. If I could die I would, the problem is- I can't. 

His throat laid slit. Bits of teeth sprayed in the grass along with tongue pieces , his body perfectly mutilated. 

I walked off from the ground. Earthworms will take care of him. 

The temple of Massara. It stood for the despotic power of our general commander. And I stood in front of it. Mina's face came to my mind. She alone hated despised that man in the whole army. But now- now there's none to even raise a finger against him. 

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"Good Job" a text message popped up in my phone. He knew it, that man has everything in control. Even as I walk inside this monument I feel him watching me. 

Isuka had died. I could confirm it without looking at his whole body. The brain inside his skull had been pulled out and obliterated to pieces. 

It had to be the commander. 

"I can do it! He wouldn't even get a glimpse of me trying to escape!" —  Isuka's last words. He boasted about his ability. 

My speed exceeds that of sound's. 

The marble floor was painted in Isuka blood. I couldn't tell if Isuka was killed using a chainsaw or a machine gun. His lower body was full of holes while his upper body with deadly cuts. 

There was nothing for me to do now. Walking out of the monument I noticed my commander waiting for me. I noticed a smug look on his face. The blood on his hands confirmed Isuka's murder. 

"Was it too much for you—" He said. It were his first and last words to me. Someone blasted his head off, before a breath. I dodged the head instinctively. 

"You will pay for it..." Mina growled towards me. I didn't take a look at her nor did I wonder why she growled at me. Ferociously. I instinctively escaped from the predator. 

Her barking filled the dead atmosphere along with

me running down the slope.