Noise slow down, till it was finally muted, the silence was so serene to the extent that if a pin was dropped, one would hear. The war began between Roderigo and Santiago as Cassidy alarmed the drummer to beat the drum of hell in prison, and as he walked out of the stage.
Fear fly her wings in the heart of kids, while their fathers were happy to see this, and their moms were sad because one of the fighter’s women would become a widow today. Roderigo’s wife wipes her face with napkins, her eyes were red as the eyes of a person smoking cocaine. But her case is different, her cocaine is the thought of losing her husband that once saved her from being killed five years ago, the thought kindles her heart with fire, but her red eyes and her tears could only tell a little story.
Santiago’s wife was there happy, as she didn’t care to care about why she didn’t care about her tyrant husband. She wants him to lose, she wants him to die, because he killed her parents, and forced her to marry him. I should have poisoned him, but I don’t want my children to suffer from not having a father as I’m suffering since 10 years ago till now, she thought to herself. Her tears dropped on her cheeks, and her friend cleans it off saying, “Esther, stop wasting your tears, save it till the time your darling kills his fierce enemy.”
Reuben stares at the stage, feeling sad to know that he would lose one of his old friends, who started learning to fight since their childhood. They are five in numbers, but two heroes have died in the war. Nay, man shouldn’t shed tears, he thought as he controlled his eyes, and he thought that “at the end of the day, only one of three friends would be alive.”
Ben noticed Reuben’s eyes were blinking Incessantly and say, “Sir, should I give a handkerchief to remove the dust?”
“Nay, it’s not a dust, it’s a happiness to know that my dried and unmerciful eyes want to cry too.”
“Oh,” Ben said.
“Yea,” Reuben said, “the day of separation is the day of tears, woo is the eyes that don’t cry.”
Ben buried his head in his lap, shedding tears for Erica. And was thankful for at least for weeks now, he saw someone who understands how he always feels.
Hell in prison’s drum was played and swords danced in the air, Roderigo gazed at Santiago with boldface but stricken heart, he felt fear floating under his skin, but he has no choice but to fight his bosom friend, he doesn’t wanna surrender, lest people call him a coward. He raised his sword and straight it towards Santiago.
In the other end, Santiago looked at Roderigo with a smirk on his face, and say, “I saw fear in your eyes.”
“It’s just a feeling to know that you, old friend, would die by my sword today,” Roderigo said.
Santiago laughed and say, “Did you say farewell to your wife before climbing the stage? Your kids would see me skinny you alive.”
“My sword has float among different blood, and hadn’t failed to put skin apart from each other, and yea, your skin is not different.”
Santiago frown, raising his sword, and say, “My skin might be the same but my blood is different. Your sword can’t taste small out of it.”
Roderigo frown, running towards Santiago, yelling. He attacked Santiago’s head but failed as Santiago guided it with a shield and attacked Roderigo’s stomach which Roderigo dodged too. Fear disturbed the eyes of the onlookers, and their wives couldn’t believe this.
They were attacking and defending as they stopped facing different sides after Roderigo gave Santiago a mark on his face, and blood moved down to Santiago’s mouth. And here, on Roderigo’s hand, blood was dripping from his sword.
“How dare you do that?” Santiago said.
“How dare you ask me?” Roderigo said.
Santiago tastes his blood and says, “It tastes sweet though, thank you for letting me know how sweet my blood is.”
“Welcome, buddy! Imagine how sweet it would be if you drink it this time.”
“Don’t you wanna taste yours too?”
“It’s not in your power to let me know that. My blood is beyond the strength of the toy in your hands.”
“How dare you call my sword a toy?” Santiago said as he looked back at him, running towards him, who stands still, and then he attacked Roderigo.
Swords danced, swords cry, swords fly, swords dodge, and then swords break into two. Roderigo took two steps backward, he can’t do anything more than dodging Santiago’s angry sword.
“Now that the toy break your sword-”
“It’s still a toy.”
Santiago attacked, attacking Roderigo, and head bent to let Santiago’s sword passed. Roderigo’s wife screamed, but her tension abate as she found out that his darling dodged it and as he hit Santiago’s neck with a blow.
Santiago fell and back flit up, attacking Roderigo in the air till Roderigo use a trick to kick his hand, and his sword fell from his hand. And before Santiago reach where his sword dropped on, Roderigo pushed him away and took Santiago’s sword, and then says, “How sad is it for you know that your toy will kill you. How sweet it is for me to know that your toy betrayed you and became a heroin sword on my palm.”
“What the fucking nonsense ya trying to prove here,” Santiago yelled.
“Nigga, bye.”
Roderigo attacked him and dig the sword into Santiago’s stomach.
Santiago couldn’t believe this until his strength cool until death walked in the chamber, Hell in the prison, and to take a soul. And then he fell like a rotten vegetable and close his eyes. FOREVER.
Noise returns, the hall shakes, Roderigo’s fans tossed more coins in the big basket. Rebecca, the wife of Roderigo hugged her friend. The King of Bowen arises on his knees, clapping for him. And everyone else did the same.
And here, here, a servant walked to Reuben and say, “It’s your turn to fight him, you need to change, follow me.”