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.


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27. The Thunder


 

     

Have you ever experienced a chilly icy aura surrounding you heart? Amidst the cold, out of the blue, a hot sensation begins to emerge. Like a hot boiling hand grabbing your heart, squeezing over and over unmercifully as your heart begins to expand. Pounding like a raging beast, your chest could not withstand it any longer. Your mind goes off, and the only thing keeping you alive is that sensation.

I was in a disarray. My mind went blank, and like a mad beast I was smashing anything that was in my sight. First it was a Chinese vase, then the chair, and not even the books on the table escaped my wrath.

“Logan! Please calm down!” Emily yelled, scared of coming near me.

“How stupid can I get?! They are always one step ahead of me! And I just keep lagging behind!” I yelled back.

“I know how you feel! But right now you need to focus, don’t just surrender to anger! You are better than that!”

She is right. I should get my head straight. This time Elizabeth’s life is on the line. I can’t screw up any longer, there is no more room for mistakes.

I took a deep breath, I slapped my face and picked up the letter from the floor. This time, I read it slowly while maintaining a leveled head.

They wanted me to exchange Eli for the file, but I wasn’t dumb enough to believe that. I was pretty sure that they would kill us both the second they obtain the file. The letter stated that the exchange should be done at Saint Joseph cemetery, around midnight.

I spent two hours thinking of a way out of this, but an assassin’s mind functions like a hunter, I only knew how to kill.

I had the radio on. When suddenly I heard the following news.

“And today Steely Hollow police force found Anderson Clark, the owner of Anderson’s tailors, shot to death in her apartment. The reasons for the murder are still unknown, but the police are still…”

Ms. Anderson…I am sorry. Your death is on me.

   I stood up and went to the window. On the side, a small spider was walking on the thread. I tried to break it with my finger, but the spider immediately found a new one to cling on. It was a single thread, yet it was enough for her to stay balanced.

This is it!

Then it finally occurred to me - the thread that would connect the missing pieces together, but in order to find it, I had to make a huge gamble, and I had so little time to act upon.

I took my gun and raced down the downstairs where I bumped into Emily.

“Are you leaving?” Emily asked, standing in my way.

“Yes, I need to take care of this before times runs out. You take care of The Doctor for me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, he is in safe hands. Just be careful alright? Elizabeth is a strong girl, she can take care of herself.”

“That I know,” I walked passed her.

“Logan! Loss isn’t something we can predict or avoid, it’s something we must learn to endure,” Emily said with a solid voice, in her eyes a massive void.

“Sorry, but I never lose.”

***

I was sitting behind the desk, holding my gun, playing with the safe. He opened the shop’s door. While he was on his way to grab the broom from the toilet, I made my move.  

“Make one sound or try anything stupid and this bullet will leave a big hole inside your head,” I said holding my colt pistol so close to his neck from behind.

“Logan, it’s been a while. I see the last time you were here you trashed the place like a fucking madman,” The Baron replied, freezing at his feet.

“All thanks to your men. Although you should give them credit, they really tried their best.”

“Oh Logan, you still don’t get it do you? After all this and you still blame me? Go to hell! You are just pathetic!” He laughed.

I held him from his shoulder and turned him around. The moment our eyes met, I stabbed his left knee with my knife. "Argh! You bastard!” He yelled from the pain after dropping to the ground.

“Trust me, I was born there.”

“Do you know what happens when you harm someone in my rank?!”

He didn’t threaten me to harm Elizabeth, this only means that my suspicions were right on the spot.

“Well I just killed an officer, so I don’t mind adding small fries like you to the list. Now tell me, why you sent those men after me?!” I asked with a high voice.

“All your money, your identity, your life, even your future - it all belongs to me! Torture me all you want but know this; from this moment on you lost everything!”

“It seems you already made your point.”

I picked up the barrel that I brought with me earlier and started pouring it all over his body.

“Ugh! What is this? Gasoline!”

“Well since you won’t talk, then I thought that maybe some fire will make you sing like a bird, now open your mouth!”

“Stop!” He tried to push me over, but I overpowered him with a boot to the face.

I opened his mouth by force and poured down the gasoline, “Any last words?” I said after bringing out my lighter.

“They don’t know it was you!”

“What now?” I asked.

“The overseers, they don’t know it was you who killed Franco and his wife. They are still investigating the murder, and as far as I know they didn't find the killer yet. I was the only one who knew it was you because I was the one that made you those fake IDs. The Owl ordered me to,” he said, breathing heavily.

“So does this means you work for The Owl?”

“No! I just gave him the fake papers, that's all! I was going to report you once I knew, but then it occurred to me, if I killed you and took the files I would have Franco’s treasure for myself!”

“You fool! Didn’t it occur to you to report The Owl instead? He is the one behind all this mess!”

“Are you kidding me? The Owl is one of Illuminati's strongest members. Even if I did, and they managed to lock him away or kill him at that, my family and I would never be safe. His men will hunt every last one of us!"

"Just who is this Owl? Why is he that fucking important?"

"Franco and The Owl were among the few chosen ones."

"Chosen? Chosen for what?"

"The White Hawk, a title bestowed to the Illuminati's supreme leader. Recently a new Hawk emerged. His first task was to choose his successor. Franco and The Owl were among the list. I swear, that's all I know. This is way beyond you and me. This is the world's fate!"

World's fate he said? Don't make me laugh! As long as I live nobody ought to control my destiny. Only I shall steer the wheel of fate!

More missing pieces. My puzzle was getting bigger and bigger. 

“Now let me go before-” He was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

Suddenly blood splashed all over my face. I couldn’t understand what happening at first, but when I saw the hole in the Baron’s arm and the fire eating up his body, I came back to reality. It was obvious that The Baron was their target and not me. Otherwise, I would have long dead by now.

"Ah!! Help me!" He yelled from the pain.

The shot was enough to ignite the gasoline. His body was on fire from the inside out. His screams were all over the place.

What a horrible sound.

I couldn't save him anymore, the best thing I could do was to ease up the pain in the only way I knew. So I shot him in the head, the screaming stopped. The smell of his roasted flesh made me want to puke, so I stepped outside. 

It seems that my only thread got burned down with the fire. The sniper shot him in his arm. It seems we are dealing with a rookie, otherwise he would have successfully hit the head.

With The Owl cutting all loose ends, I felt like being subdued by a large octopus. With more questions than answers and so little time left, I realized that from now on, it was all or nothing.

 

 

 

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