DEATH PASSAGE

Chapter 3 Jack's

Serge is truly a heartless ruthless human being. He came out of the cave after being satisfied playing whips.Wajah Serge looked happy. He smiled like the sun rising from the east.

“Yo Jack” greets you with a smile that is still fixed on your face. “Good job, isn't it? Hah” Serge laughed satisfied. There was not the slightest trace of guilt on Serge's face. Not a single bit of regret. It was precisely a satisfied smile that was seen. It was precisely a sigh of relief that came out. It was like throwing a rock across the river. It doesn't mean anything.That's how the members of The Bandits Gang.

“No, it's boring” Reply Jack briefly. Someone who is also a supervisor. Blue-eyed, pale-skinned, towering high above Serge, black leather shoes, a sword hung at his waist. Thick black hair covered the forehead. Bluish jet black and black coat attached to the body.

Very different from the dominant Serge brown color. Brown is the color of the gang. Although different Jack did not get the compulsion to replace his clothes. Jack was not afraid of being different from everyone else.

Never did Jack feel compelled to follow the rules that everyone else made. Jack just follows his own rules. He also wears a white mask. Mask in the shape of a sparrow beak.

Jack stood on the rocks. The book and pen hang in Jack's hand. The blue eyes looked at the paper. Write and cross out some of the writing that is there.

Jack is Serge's partner for the assignment this time. This is the second time they have served together. Jack worked alone at first. Suddenly Serge volunteered to help. Even though they don't know each other very well Jack is quite sure Serge has a myriad of dirty secrets stored neatly.

Jack knows one thing about Serge. The eyebrow pierced man had no intention of working. All that Jack knows from what they've been through. Serge often chants sweet words to make himself always free from dirty work. But strangely some time ago he volunteered.

It turns out that self-proach to help, is because Serge wants to have fun by torturing the slaves. It could clearly be heard laughter and a smile flaring across Serge's face. Moreover, the roars and groans of the slaves that Serge tortured. The wider the laughter echoed in the dark cave. Serge is a fucking creature.

“QUICK-FAST” shouted Serge.His face was still beaming. If anyone thinks it's drawing Serge's attention. Don't expect it to be okay. Of course the man will end up like a broken tree.

The cry of a quick step it echoed a few times. Raised hands give a sign to move faster.

The watchman clad in bones stood right next to Jack. Shortened a little bit from Jack. Even so the fangs still feel sharp even next to Jack. They also seem stale. Talk about their work.

“Basic man dirty” insults out of Serge's mouth. He cursed the slaves who worked so slowly. But if according to the calculations they do it can all be finished yesterday. But these forced laborers took a day.

The slaves who were swaying the chains still walked barefoot. Small pebble stones are also taper. Stabbing the leg of a leg that has been plowed repeatedly. Wounds on his end too. But without footwear they can do what. Whining for shoes. It's the same as suicide.

Piles of wooden crates have been neatly arranged. It is like a low wall. Heralds of flames lit up, shining through the darkness of the cave.

The sweat carriers. Shaky feet and dry lips whitish. But Serge doesn't care about being tired. No matter if they die. Just need to see the wooden crate was finished in the transport.Serge just want as soon as possible to finish quickly today.

“ RAISE YOUR FEET, PEMALAS” Serge yells again. Throwing steel whips on the ground.

The longer the transport is completed the more agitated the man clad in bone. His hands could not stop moving. Step back and forth. Not quiet.

Jack did not understand why Serge asked like that. Is this Serge's anxiety. He was still glued to the sheet of paper in his hand.

“I don't care” replied Jack. Hoarse and heavy ringing behind a white mask beak pipit.

“Oh, so you don't care. But I'm the one who's sadhahaha” Serge laughed. The faces of the two of them were so close. Only two adult hands.

Jack is still indifferent. He did not look at the man who was bothering him. Jack looked cold with burning blue eyes.

“Originally you know the rumors are so bad” Serge smile.  “The rumor says that you never had sex with women. Is that true Jack?” serge said with a smile full of satisfaction. His eyes made a nod of the head from Jack.

Jack stopped his activities. Those blue eyes glanced. Looking coldly at the man in front of him. There was no sense of anything in that view. It is like a dead sea. “Save your curiosity, Serge. I don't want you to get hurt” replied calmly.

“What? You're wounded. That's right” Serge looked at Jack with a defiant look in his eyes.“You-”

“You dead body now” says Jack.

Serge stepped back. Preparing to enter battle mode.His hand grabbed the whip hanging on the waist. “How dare you Jack” with a happy face. “You don't know who I am. I'm Serge The Bengis. And you're just a messenger boy.  Know yourself Jack. You are nothing more than slaves” Serge said with contempt. The face that shows a smile. Serge always felt himself to be king wherever he was.

“Ah, boring once” Jack does not eat the word Serge. Not a single hint of resentment lingered in his heart. But Jack felt Serge was no longer useful. It's time to end it

Serge.

“MATI ONLY KAU” Serge said. Jumping, hand moving, let the steel whip work.

The whip managed to grab Jack's arm. The book and pen fell to the ground. Jack did not move a bit.

“Ahaha. Weak” Serge happy. Feeling himself has won. “I've said you're nothing more than a bu-“

Blood pouring. An arm fell to the ground.

“Eh” Serge eyes round in disbelief.

In the mouth of the damp cave. Fights happen. Not an act of hostility. Just a feud between a colleague. Irony is what they are. There are always things that do not need to be a coal igniter but still done. But everything will end up missing a precious thing or two. I don't know what it is but it certainly isn't a pair of sandals or a piece of rope. Except for something much more valuable.