DEATH PASSAGE

Chapter 4 The Cowardly Escape

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 is always something that ignites the burning embers. But it will all end in the loss of something or two precious things. 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.

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. He felt himself winning. “I told you you were nothing more than a bu-“

Blood pouring. An arm fell to the ground.

“Eh” Serge eyes round in disbelief. “HE-HEAAAAAAAH” Shouts Serge so loud. He fell to the ground. The voice was much more echoing than the groans of the slaves in the cave. “Jack, I'm sorry. I won't repeat it again” Serge begged for mercy. Serge's left hand held the end of the severed arm. And Serge Crawled backwards using the tailbone.

Blood flowed wet from the end of the bony piece of meat. Spilled wet the thighs to the feet. The man pierced as pale as cold iron with dew.

Jack got closer. The blue eyes do not show any expression. His gaze was cold like frozen ice.

The fight became the center of attention. The children are busy working. Paused. The feud succeeded in making the slaves widen their smiles.  The face of the face began to look radiant from before. Clenching hands. Support for Jack.

“Maybe he was punishing that jerk” said the whispering slave.

From the happy face was knotted expression, they also enjoyed Jack's treatment. It's appropriate that the cruel man Serge gets punished. Serge should have suffered like that.

Karma never does.

“Everything will definitely reply” the slave smiled.

Jack did not care about the boy. Never a speck of intent, he wanted to avenge the pain of the slaves. Jack just feels useless should be removed.

“Ha, Serge. You know garbage?”

Blazing blue eyes staring at Serge's face “That's you. You know why you've been alive all along. Because I don't want to make Boss mad. It would be very troublesome if he knew” Jack said. Those blue eyes were sharp looking at the brown eyes that were beginning to tremble.

“He knows? Whatchu mean. You mean you're gonna kill me without him knowing” Serge's face is getting fatigued. Swallowing spit, lips quiver, and cold sweat began to drench Serge.“'s foreheadNo, No, No. Don't do this Jack”

“Are you afraid of serge?” said the masked man. There's no impression of anything. Haya flat word without taste. It

draw closer. He looked down at the poor man who was sitting stiffly.

“Jack. Ii'm sorry. Please don't kill me. I'll be Jack's loyal servant. I beg” Serge's vibrating voice begs to release him. Kneel down like the boy he hurt earlier. Like the man who just died.

“But joking” he smiles widely. The little dagger he hid finally came out. He's pointing to Jack's chest. “MATI YOU DAMN” suddenly Serge turned into a brave man. The play that Serge did managed to make Jack off guard. But that's Serge's nature. He pulled out the sword from behind.

“You never learned Serge” Jack said. Jack let the dagger get stuck in the chest. I also want to play like Serge. Let the sense of victory soar to the sky in Serge's heart. But what happened was the opposite.

The dagger wasn't stuck. Precisely clanking. Like piercing a steel wall.

“Hah, how can it be?” Serge's surprised. The ultimate trickery was thwarted so easily. “Tens of times I managed to survive thanks to this kind of trick. There have even been many warriors dead in my hands but, but why does this not affect you?” said Serge. The smile is gone. The little dagger fell to the ground.

“You thought I would die in such a ridiculous way. So naive of you, Serge. It is not wrong if you are known as coward” Jack said lightly. “I tell you one thing, GHODAM” Jack has finally widened his lips.

The sword in Jack's hand turned into a blazing blue flame. Like a red sword burning inside the furnace. It was just that the sword was the source of his fire.

“A long time I learned it. But in the end I understand Serge” said Jack. Looked with admiration. Jack is fascinated by his new abilities. Showing off the prowess in front of Serge.

Jack carried the burning sword. Disconnect Serge's left arm. That power experiment he had just learned. “But it's still not perfect” said Jack.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Serge yelling

“It's very sick” Serge replied weakly. Slowly crawl back. Pushing the body with the feet.

“Good. Now time. Time out Serge” Jack stand. He held out a sword in front of Serge. Take a considerable distance. Jack wants Serge to be a guinea pig. Slashing him from far away. Wanted to ascertain how far away the burning blue sword jankauan was. Jack moved his hand slowly, one slash.

But that speed can be avoided by Serge. The swooping and rolling movements of Serge who seemed to have been trained made him manage to escape death. This made Jack feel amazed.

Serge looked at Jack from a distance. Staring at the focus with a vengeful highlight. The distant man let out a different Aura. Like someone is rising from him. Samar but Jack could feel it. Jack began to think. Maybe it was Ghodam. Or just a coincidence.

“Basic fool, such an attack would not be able to kill me Jack. Someday” stops the saying. Breathe in deeply. “Someday, I SERGE WILL REPLY TO THIS INSULT” Serge loudly said.

Serge ran into the forest. Disappeared with the white mist.

Jack smiled cunningly. “Yeah, he got away”. And laugh after that. For a long time Jack had not felt a shiver in his heart. For a long time he had to keep a taste that was always tightly closed. But today slowly he felt there

which forced himself to go back into a rage.

There is no regret. There is no guilt. There's just a little fun. “Well, let's see what you're going to do Serge. Don't disappoint me” said Jack gazing at the misty green forest.

He also returned to his work. “What you guys saw” said Jack. Disperse the audience who had been staring earlier. And now they're back to that volunteering activity. Move the wooden crate.

Silent cave where the crates neatly arranged. Dark as the shadow of the night. Exhales a cold wind that pierces the skin like a needle. Silent silence. No sign of life. Only the water dripping. Slowly fall as the seconds pass.

“Do you feel it?” a child stopped working. Hand vibrates. The feathers are lifted. The cold air blowing from the darkness swept over the body. The lanterns were shaking wanting to jump. The lacquered fire on it was wobbling, bowing wanting to be extinguished.

“Yeah, it's cold. What kind of air is this?” asking by embracing the body. The heart beats fast. Cold sweat began to wash away. Dry lips swallow empty. Feet vibrating. There was a creature that lived in that cave.

The two of them who are silent can hide. As if he was ordered not to move. As if bad things were going to happen.