The Hatchmen

Eight years has passed by since Albina Ratownik has escaped from the Underground Hospital Prison of Dr. Smok. No one knows what happened to him but Albina is sure that he is dead because she saw his death before her very eyes. She has been adopted by a doctor who is a good man and she is survived her depression and PTSD. Now Albina is a police officer who hunts criminals but one day, everything goes downhill.

Four teenagers escape a train wreck but this train wreck was suspicious and abnormal. When the train crashed, no bodies were found and the four teenagers claim that two of their siblings and the rest of the passengers have been kidnapped by terrorists. They also mention someone by the name of Dr. Smok. Is Dr. Smok really alive out there, with terrorists, trying to cause more harm to people? Or are these teenagers lying and are they part of a conspiracy?

It's up to Albina to decide.


6. Boom! Boom! Bang!

              The sun rose over the horizon of the forested mountain, its golden light blending with the rose pink sky and lavender clouds. The song of the morning birds rang in the air like a sweet-sounding alarm clock. The dark wilderness came alive in a rich, lush shade of green. The windows were halfway open causing a gentle breeze to tickle the curtains. Warm sun light poured into the room. On the bed lay Jiling Miyu who was covered in a gray blanket up to his chest, despite the fact that it was a hot summer season; by his left and right side lay two human figures who were completely concealed in the blanket from  head to toe. As the warm sunlight poured into his eyes, he slowly stretched and yawned with his eyes still closed. When he opened his eyes, he stood up and opened the closet. There were two black bags, each made out the shape of a human figure.

            “Good morning ladies” Miyu said “it was a pleasure meeting you both  last night. I think we had a great time last night did we not? Though you both stubbornly resisted me, I could not resist you. I wish we could have another night like this.”

            Jiling Miyu then folded the covers, took a shower, and dressed into the same outfit he wore yesterday. After that, he took out two gallons of blood from under the bed, smacked away the flies that were hovering over it, and put them on his kitchen counter.  His hand still had the red ribbon from yesterday but it wasn’t tied around his hand five times but only once. He removed the final tie of the ribbon and put it in his pocket.


“Roses are red,

My ribbon is red,

wrap it around my hand five times,

then unwrap it five times,

first for the lustful flirting and luring,

second for the emotional damage

third for the love-making,

fourth for the kill,

fifth and final time for the blood.

Scarlet, crimson, ruby, maroon

They’re all my favorite colors.

I love red.”


            Miyu took out from the refrigerator a Black Forest Chocolate cake that he made the other day and sliced a small piece of it with a chef’s knife. He poured himself a cup of tea and dipped his slice of chocolate cake into the cup. For him, dessert could not have been good without some yea. He felt no guilt or shame, he did not see anything to be ashamed of when drinking his favorite beverage after a hot night tat brought his fantasy to life.

            “Ding dong!

            He finished eating his dessert and wiped his mouth clean with his napkin. He approached the door and opened it. There were three people waiting for him at the door: a tall, burly man with a Lil’ Wayne Hoodie; a man in his fifties with red hair that was graying and he was wearing a doctor’s white uniform and carrying a briefcase; and an attractive African American woman who had long, straight black hair, was a tiny bit plump, and was wearing a white nurse’s uniform and carrying a large, green, crocodile skin purse. Jiling Miyu smiled, held the door open for them, and welcomed them all in.

            “Good morning boss,” he greeted Lil’ Wayne Hoodie.

            “Meh” Lil’ Wayne Hoodie grunted.

            “Good morning, Dr. Smok,” he greeted Dr. Smok.

            “Good morning to you as well Mr. Miyu.” he returned the greeting politely.

            “Welcome Cici Snynnister,  my beautiful butterfly, you haven’t aged a day!” he said as he kissed the woman’s hand. The woman greeted him back and let out a girlish giggle. “Maybe someday, you can spend the night with me and I will treat you like a princess.”

            The three of them sat down at the polished wooden table as their host cleared the table and cut each of  them a slice of cake.

            “Cici, would you like a cup of tea in addition to that cake?” Miyu asked.

            “Thank you but it’s really not my thing to drink tea.” giggled Snynnister.

            “Miyu, are you a tea addict or something?” Lil’ Wayne Hoodie asked “I don’t see why you like the taste of …tea.”

            “No, of course not!” Mr. Miyu answered with a cheerful smile. While Dr. Smok was impassive, Snynnister and Lil’ Wayne Hoodie showed obvious faces of grimace at Miyu.  Dr. Smok asked for a cup of tea and Mr. Miyu gave him one. As Dr. Smok slowly sipped his tea he took out and placed on the table a black briefcase that had golden handles and a number lock; then, he made a gesture to the nurse that neither Miyu nor the man  in the Lil’ Wayne hood could make out. The nurse then took out of her purse: a clipboard with a pen attached to it by a balled chain, some manila folders, and a pile of maps.

            “All right, there is something that I really want to discuss and I am offering a lot of money for it” spoke the doctor  “but first, have you blown up the train, killed those left on it and taken the rest hostage?”

            “Yes sir.” answered both Miyu and Lil’ Wayne Hoodie.  The Doctor sipped his tea, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes. He let out a deep breath, opened his eyes,  and glared at the two men.

            “If you send me the hostages, show me proof that you  have executed the mission, then I will give you your pay.” the doctor replied. “Now, I am offering a lot of money for you to carry out this mission but I will only give it to you until after you have completed the mission and showed me proof.”

            “How much money are we talking boss?” asked the man in the Lil’ Wayne hoodie.

             The doctor  pulled the briefcase closer to himself and punched in the numbers into the number lock. There was a click as the doctor opened the briefcase, stood up, and turned the briefcase towards the two men. There were large stacks of money lined up in rows inside the briefcase. Miyu’s and Lil’ Wayne Hood’s faces were lit up with awe as they stared at the cash.

            “I am offering one point five million dollars” he answered. Lil’ Wayne Hood  was about to put his hand on the stacks of money until Dr. Smok shut the brief case quickly and stared at Lil’ Wayne Hood with a look of contempt. “You will get the money after you complete your tasks, do you understand?” he hissed.

            “Yes sir,” said Lil’ Wayne Hoodie trying not to show any trace of fear on his face. “What new missions do you have for us?”

            “Well…” said the doctor as he took out the maps and searched them for a few minutes. When he found the right maps, he put a his forefinger on the maps “…here are the places where we are going to strike next: here, here, here, here, and here.”

            “How do you plan for us to attack those cities?” asked Miyu.

            “Do whatever you want, I don’t care how you do it but just explode these places, take anyone you can hostage, and also,” he continued  “if you  plan to loot any places, all the money goes to me. If I find that you have taken the loot for yourselves, I will not hesitate to kill you, do you understand?”

            “Yes” said both Mr. Miyu and Lil’ Wayne Hoodie. As the doctor finished sipping his tea, he walked over to the sink and put his tea cup there and threw away his napkins into the garbage bin.  “Sir, we will also need money to buy the explosives and the equipment needed for making any explosions.”  pointed out Miyu.

            “Exactly how much explosives will you need?” asked the doctor.

            “Well,” said Lil’ Wayne Hoodie “ in order to figure that out we will need to do some mathematical calculations,  we will need these maps, and I will have to use my smartphone internet to figure out the distances of these places.”

            “Who will do the mathematical calculations?” asked Mr. Miyu. Then when he asked that question, Smok, Snynnister, and Lil’ Wayne Hoodie all turned their heads to him. Miyu then sat up straight with a surprised look on his face. “Me?!”

            “Yeah,” answered Snynnister.

            “Why me?” asked the staggered man  “Look here,  just because I am  Asian that…that does not mean that I am a genius at math. I may be clever and smart enough to get us out of terrible situations but I am  terrible at algebra, calculus, trigonometry, and all types of math except for elementary school, sixth, and seventh grade math! I…I can’t help you with these calculations, my apologies Dr. Smok, sir.”

            “Well then,” said Dr. Smok with a irritated glare “since I am a doctor after all and I have done some…surgical operations of my own on patients and I was always good at math and science, I will hand hold you  this time. But you all must try your best to help me figure some things out too.”

            “Thank you sir!” thanked Miyu gratefully.

            Dr. Smok pretended that he had not heard Miyu and grabbed his clipboard. He asked Snynnister for his ruler, compass, calculator and other math materials so she took it from her purse and gave it to him. The four of them all got together closer to the table and spent a couple hours discussing and making calculations. By the time it was half past noon  they all stood up and stretched their muscles; all their brains, except for Dr. Smok’s, were all fizzled. Because they all had other responsibilities to take care of, they all stopped and packed up their stuff.

            “What happened  to the hispanic?” asked Dr. Smok.

            “Probably dead by now,” answered Miyu “he was useless and a disappointment to our brotherhood. We couldn’t afford to risk some of our other men to guard that bomb, they are too useful for a job like that.”

            “Good that you did that,” commented the doctor “ we don’t need failures from your mercenary group or my other mercenary groups to screw up the missions and operations. I don’t need anyone pointlessly draining my hard-earned money that I get from selling my patients organs.”

            As he picked up his briefcase and Snynnister picked up her purse, they started heading out the door. Miyu pushed all the chairs in and Lil’ Wayne Hoodie followed his superiors.   Before the doctor opened the door, he turned to the three of them.

            “After all of my missions have been carried out successfully, I tell you this, I will create a new world where no one shall commit any more crimes, sins, or make other people suffer, and if you keep your loyalties to me, heed my orders, and carry out my missions successfully, you will be members of my new world.”         

             After he finished that sentence he twisted the door knob, opened the door, and left with his nurse. 

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