The Hollow and The Saint

"The world we live in is no different from Hell; there are those who are tortured by the fire, there are demons who carry out orders, and then, of course, there is the devil himself. Well, I plan on turning hell into heaven."

Wounded, heartbroken with a hollow void filling down his soul, Logan Hayz is lying down on the ground, in front of him the corpse of his son, with a bullet stuck in his skull painting such beauty on his face. A bullet fired from the same Glock pistol Logan is holding in his right hand. Blood covering his left mechanical arm giving it an exquisite look with the rust of steel. Water drops touching down his flabby skin, in one eye he can see the past along with all the hardships and sufferings he had to endure to achieve his ultimate dream of creating the perfect world. In the other, he saw the reason he pursued that dream, Elizabeth Rose, his long-lost beloved.



24. Mirage of a Storm - Part I



You know that feeling when everything in front of you just becomes blurry for a second, you stop hearing what’s going on around you. Suddenly, you can feel millions of thoughts jumping like little bunnies all over in your head. That was me the moment my foggy brain finally figured out the crater of shit I was thrown into.

Franco knew about the serial numbers because he was part of the Illuminati, now it all make sense!

“Look, I swear I didn’t know he was with the Illuminati,” I said, anxious, slowly take a step forward inside the shop.

“It doesn’t matter if you knew or not. They don’t care! All they see is a dead officer killed by one of their assassins,” 'The Baron replied, angry as ever.

“Who are they?”

 “The overseers, who else? They even told me to give you up once you show up,” he sat down.

“Let me guess, you didn’t right?” I asked, standing in the middle of the shop.

“I didn’t, for now! First, I will make some calls to see how bad the situation is. Until then, lay low and don’t you dare bring your nose outside the shop! Got it?”

Even though I don’t completely trust him, but for now I had to do what he tells me, it’s not like I have many options. If what he was saying is true, then I am really screwed all over.


The Baron left soon after we talked. I took his advice and remained inside the shop. The night came, and I was sitting on the chair, thinking back.

How did The Baron know that I was the one who killed Franco? I was wearing a disguise with a fake identity, so no one should have been able to identify me from the event. Did The Owl told him? That’s not possible, why would he do that? Something isn’t right here. Moreover, why didn’t he ask me why I did it or even who sent me? Did he already knew? 

The more I thought about it the more I got lost in a maze of questions.

I heard a weird noise inside the shop, followed five seconds later by four silenced shots aimed at the chair where I was sitting on. Five second was more than enough for me to leave the chair and hid inside the bathroom.

I took a glance. Four fully armed men were inside the shop, and they knew exactly where to shoot. They came closer and noticed that I wasn't there. One of them, presumably their leader, pointed upward with his finger and rotated his hand. They spread out searching for me. 

That’s a military signal.

I couldn’t take them out while they were grouped together, but one on one I had a chance if I used stealth. One of them was getting close to the bathroom door. I waited till he entered. I was hiding behind the door, and as soon as he was in my line of sight, I crossed my right arm around his neck, while using my left hand to get a good grip. He was completely subdued. Using all my might I squeezed on his neck so wouldn’t be able to scream for help. I choked him to death. I slowly laid him on the floor, and inspected his attire. He was well equipped, wearing a Kevlar vest and covering his face with a bandage.

No gang members or government forces have this kind of specifications. They must be hired mercenaries, probably ex-military, but The Illuminati doesn’t hire third party groups to do their work. Then who sent them?

I got out of the bathroom, and went back to the chair where I was sleeping. I spotted one of them, his back turned on me. I brought my knife up, and nimbly I tried to approach him. The floor was made out of wood and my back wasn’t fully healed yet. I made a wrong step and he heard the noise. His reaction was fast. He turned around with his 9mm Colt pistol pointed at me. I was too close to him, I couldn't dodge. So I used my left hand to change the direction of his hand. He missed the shot. Then, I used my right hand which had a knife in it, and stabbed him in the neck. He blead to death.

The other two heard the gunshot, even with the silencer on, the bullet impact and shell were loud enough to make them notice. I picked his gun and took cover behind the desk. They were out of the shop. The moment one of them entered, I shot him in the head.

The other one came from the left side and I didn’t notice him, he managed to shoot me in my right arm. I changed cover, hiding behind an antique piano. He was still firing at me. He missed five shots until now. I changed cover again, this time I crouched behind a pendulum clock. The store was pitch black, it was hard to aim in such darkness. He missed another two. A normal Colt pistol could only hold seven bullets. His gun was all out of bullets. So I stood up and took a shot at him, unfortunately I missed.

I heard him changing the clip, so quickly I rushed to his location, trying to take a clear shot. He heard me coming, so he left his cover and tackled me down, my gun flew away. I pushed him over, but he stood and brought out his knife, I dodged the first and the second swing, and I stopped the third using my left hand holding his forearm. I used a head butt, he lost balance. With my knife in my right hand, I tried to stab him. He used his left hand as a shield. His right hand with the knife was free, he was going to swing at full force. I dodged downwards, then immediately sliced his throat with my knife. It was a perfect cut. He was bleeding all over. So I tried to get the information out of him as fast as I could.

“Tell me - who sent you?!”

"Go to hell!" He replied, grinding his teeth from the pain before kicking the bucket.

The answer was pretty obvious, the Baron sold me out. It was so plain and simple.

But why wait until midnight? Why not kill me when he had the chance?

Things were getting complicated. I couldn’t stick around here any longer. My old wounds weren’t healed yet, and I had to find a safe place that offers both medical attention and safety, and obviously not belonging to the Illuminati. Luckily, there was only one location I knew that had it all wrapped up.


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