Chapter 2: ...destroy ... ...
A man in his forties lay on the ground with a shattered head due to a pistol bullet that smashed the right part of his head, and a man in his thirties was standing on the corpse with his pistol in hand, with a pale yellow face with ungrateful eyes, the corpse's blood splattered on his black jacket. But this is what the normal man sees what the boy saw, two ugly creatures, the first with black blood-splattered and some parts of his brain, and the second a dead face with sad features holding on to the ray of life far away from him. Pathetic and not scary at all. The ugliness of the scene did not astonish the boy, "What is this? How did you get here? What does death do behind that man? Why does he not run away without seeing him?" Death reached his hand into the chest of the man in the black jacket, and began to rip out his soul, as though he were tearing his arteries one by one, very slowly, in the hysterical screaming of that man, until his colorless soul came out in sharp smoke with a random appearance, and all with that emaciated hand, but it seemed like claws being cut. The ropes of life, then death extended his hand to the corpse to bring out his soul, he grabbed it and dragged it as dead horses drag on the surface of the earth, so the place was filled with a fetid smell of that soul, so death lifted their souls and moved them to where I am in a strange space as if it was a place without place, the green road turned black and dark The smoke and the stench of the stench throughout space were as if they were from the pillars of the universe, so he was affected by them.
The boy asked those two souls why they are in this state? But there was no answer from the dead souls, and death moved with its meager movement into this space, so he caught the two souls, and at the moment he caught them as if they had died, there was no smell or smoke. The only thing left was the regret that gnawed that space.
The boy repeated his question to the two souls more than once, but there was no answer from the dead, only remorse, which seemed terrifying. Death pointed to the boy with his weak hand to touch the two souls, "Why does he want me to do this? How does he understand my words? I may die if I touch them, but anyway it is impossible to escape." From death and I don't see the face of death now." The boy extended his hand in anticipation as he touched the two dark souls with remorse. Then, he began to see the pictures, hear the sound and feel the accident. The story of the two men had popped up in his mind.
November 2 - 1:00 at night - two hours before death - in one of the palaces ......…
- Well we agreed. (the corpse man said)
- Thank you for your understanding of the situation, as the fighting between the two families only resulted in ruin (the man in the black jacket said)
- Yes, ally. The meeting of the two largest families will control the region in terms of selling weapons and drugs. (He said as he put his hand on the black jacket)
- This will allow us to control the bets as well, and ------ (Blazer said digressingly)
Sorry to interrupt, sir. The car is ready and the place is safe. A man in a blue driver's suit said
- Okay. Ally, everything is ready, let's go to sign contracts
The two went alone to a secret place on the outskirts of the province, with only the driver, and waited for more than a hundred men in the palace preparing for the celebration.
When the two men reached an old building in the middle of the fields, they got out of the car and entered a room without furniture, in which two chairs were placed facing each other, and a table with papers lit by a large lantern was placed on the table. They sat on the two chairs. Then the man pointed the dead body to the driver. He came to him. He whispered in his ear, "Everything goes according to plan, you will get it today." Then the driver came out waiting at the car, while the black jacket lit his cigarette.
- Okay. What do you think of sharing half in everything (the black jacket said)
- When I was eight, I used to steal the money donated by the school, me and my friend, and the division was seventy-one for me thirty, what do you think?
When I was ten, I would steal guns from drunkards, dismantle them, and sell them to live. I was not taught to share with others.
- My family controls most of the region's ports, so sixty for me is forty. It's a good offer, isn't it?
- We control the internal arms trade in poor areas and we have a lot of displaced recruits waiting for the signal.
- Distributing weapons to the homeless in return for loyalty to you is exciting. (The corpse man said smiling)
- Not in return for loyalty, but in return for a living. People are afraid of hungry wolves, either they will be drowned in blood, or they will confess their loyalty. (The black jacket said firmly)
- I also heard that you opened schools for orphans, is this true?
- Yeah.
- I also heard that there is arms training within the religious section, is this true?
- Yes [he said with a cloudy face]
- You have a lot of soldiers, I think it is dangerous to contract with you, then do you want a war?
- Yes, I want a war to destroy the ruling regime and turn the tables on the rich, then the biggest real estate broker is not afraid of a group of homeless, without taking into account the central bank.
- It seems that the homeless are good at transmitting the information.
- And they are more skilled in the assassination - And he opened his eyes like an owl, giving a hurtful look.
- Okay. Okay. So we did not agree Do you have a suggestion?
I make you the leader of the two families and agree to the new order which I shall pass and give me my seventy.
- Now I want fifty, that would be fair.
- Provided that I am the first representative and the sole representative.
- Well, okay, I'll take my seventy, what do you think?
- it's yours.
The two men shook hands, and they each took a turn on the paperwork. After they were done, the dead man said, "Take it. To you, ally." After they had finished drinking, the black-jacketed continued (and had not smoked all the time) and lit a cigarette:
"All my life I lived in the streets without a family or shelter, I depended on myself for everything, until I realized that I could not change the world on my own, so I made a family of homeless people who tasted the bitterness of the world and its woes, and we swore on that day. By the way, I put a clause that states that I will die, Commander, the leadership goes to the deputy (and he continued the conversation going on) we swore that we would not let one of the rich, scoundrels like you survive." He said this, pointing the gun at his head and shooting, and at that moment death was standing behind the owner of the black jacket to take his soul not For nothing but the drink was poisoned.
As you may have seen, the driver planned to poison the black-jacket, "But why did this happen? Wasn't he supposed to die? He only wanted freedom. Why did he die in such miserable conditions?"
"Is death that simple, someone who struggles in life and someone who ruins life how do they die together? What is justice? But if this is justice, then why do we live in this world? What is the meaning of life if death does not care about anything"... ........
Thoughts started in the boy's head in the shadow of the loneliness in which he was living, and the endless space narrowed him, but the ironic thing is that all this happened in moments in the boy's mind, and death began to transfer their souls on the green road that blackened, narrowed, exhaled and turbulent.
The soul of the corpse slowly walked on the black road, as if it was fading out of existence, heading towards that blackness, and after reaching the edge, it disappeared behind that strange blackness, or did it sink into it, or did it become nothingness? No one knows what that blackness is, because it is outside the limits of the universe, and it always prevails.
And the soul of the owner of the black jacket began to go on that road, but it turned red as if he was bleeding and dripping into space with a rapid movement. The repentant soul was harmonizing with the colors of the universe, which formed a drawing of bloody threads towards the blackness of the end through the tinsel of the vast universe and this is what was in my eyes The boy from seeing drowned contemplates the red lines that decorate the painting scattered on the outskirts of this space, "as if the universe denounced the first and narrowed it down and blamed the second and grieved for it."
"This is the world, though I see a lot, I understand a little, and then where is that old man gone and can I go back, but where am I originally? I must ask death, for he is the master of this world I am in now."
Death was still after he sent the two souls to the blackness that was at the end and did not move until the lines turned green, and then he made his leg with his slow, meager movement, and the boy had two options to catch up with death or to stay in his place, and at that moment it occurred to him that he was able to move, so he decided to catch death, however. If he sees something as before, it is better for him not to go, because he may lose consciousness and turn into a wandering ghost in this empty world, and while he is inflicting death, it appears to him, "Is it possible that I find someone as I am traveling on a journey with death? This world, or are they worlds now. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that I learn how to move and find my body, but this place is empty."
As he crosses space with death and looks at death as it moves, he realizes something. Death does not move, death is fixed in its place next to the unknown road, it did not change its place even when it was behind the man, he was still beside the unknown road "Maybe we are the ones who go to death" He thought about this, looking for proof of the strange happenings around him. Until he saw what was in front of him clearly.
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