From Prisoner To God Of War

God Of War Doesn’t Forgive

“Go ahead and beat him up!” Rodrigo snarled, “Must you wait for my orders, fool! Look at what he did to me!” he added.

Anthony lunged his kick, flying in the air like chop sticks being slammed together. He did some acrobatics of blows and kicks, as he approached Lucas.

Unshaken, and settled, Lucas stood with extra confidence, his gaze lowered, shoulders held out as he waited for his offender to inch closer.

About to hit him in the face, Lucas raised his gaze, and with an iron-fist hand, he caught Anthony’s ankle, snapped it and it cracked several times.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” he whined bittterly, but that wasn’t all, still clenching on his ankle. Lucas tossed him around like feathers and smashed his head on the molten statue close by before twisting his ankle to a bloodied mesh.

“Oh you have killed me, man,!” he wailed,

Rodrigo widened his gaze, gasping and seeing as he handled his point man like a kid.

Now kneeling before Lucas , his head shaky, Lucas held his bloodied face. “I have not killed you. You are still alive,” He unzipped his pants and opened his mouth and began to pee into it.

“Anthony guzzled, the colorful fluid filled his mouth and he got choked on it.

“What the heck are you doing, Lucas? Did he tell you he was tasty?” Rodrigo wailed at the top of his voice.

Anthony got choked in his hand, his gasp pleading for mercy, as he held out his tongue.

“So tell me how my cinnamon urine tastes, huh. I have reserved that fluid for two years now. You are such a fortunate specimen.” Lucas snarled, still his holding his bloodied face. But Anthony was frail and drawn towards death now.

With a single smack on his skull, his brains burst out, and he tossed him to the floor.

Rodrigo widened his gaze at the remains of Anthony and he yelled, “Panky Windtaker, step out with the beast and consume this rotten maggot!” he called.

And just then, the door burst open and the two, towering, thick belly, heavily-mustached men stepped out holding a tiger while the other held a blood-sucking mastiff.

Panky was a beast tamer; he had tamed several beasts with his bare hands and was known for tearing up the jaw of his offenders with his fist.

The long-finger fighter, “Windtaker, had grown fingers that were sharper than blades; it was his personal weapon and with it he slew hundreds of men. Known for his talent of tossing his offender in the wind, Windtaker had zero records of defeat.

Rodrigo’s pride intensified.

“Lucas or whatever you are called, you have met your waterloo,” he beamed, “That crude oil land belongs to us. There is nothing you can do about it. As for your parents, they weren’t’ buried. Their corpses were seized and you will join them tonight,” he cursed and spat.

Pueh!

Those words got to Lucas and his jaw sagged, the veins in his brow thicken with the adrenalin of fury in his guts.

“Attack this uncircumcised fool now!” he charged Panky and Windtaker.

In retaliation, they unchained the two beasts on Lucas and he held his poise, shut his eyes and held out his hands, commanding a magnetic wavy energy from the ground. Powerfully, he poured them at the two beasts and they got suspended in the air.

Stamping his feet and pointing at Panky and Windtaker , the two beasts took a U-turn and attacked them , voraciously eating them up to a bloodied mesh.

“What the hell is happening here, man?” Rodrigo fumed and took off to his heels, as more guards stormed out form the inner room and confronted Lucas.

The beasts still grunting by the corner, he stamped his foot and they were possessed by the blurry wavy energy that erupted. They charged towards the guards and began to devour their faces and belly so rapidly that in a twinkle of an eye, they were slaughtered.

“Thank you little beasts,” Lucas groaned and waved his swords at them, slashing their throats in one powerful blow.

He got to the window and saw Rodrigo, stumbling away, and ordering more guards to go upstairs and fight him. He smiled wickedly and pounced on the shield, before taking a dive at the guards.

In one single pounce, he stamped his foot and got dissolved in a constellation of sparks. With his fists pointed at the crowd of guards, they got suspended in the air and then he smashed them furiously against the bricks, their jaw splattering and teeth scattering on the floor.

Rodrigo took a pause to stare behind once he couldn’t hear any noise. All he saw was their lifeless bodies and he took to his heels.

“Even if you run into the mouth of a dinosaur, I will get you and slew you, Rod,” Lucas fumed.

Leaping on his feet, a wavy energy struck out of the ground and tossed him away. Rodrigo came to a pause once Lucas appeared in front of him.

“Please, don’t kill me Lucas, we can, we can negotiate. You stand to gain a lot from that land. Ten million dollars every month. Please, I will show you the corpses of your parents.”

“Start talking, bitch!” Lucas snarled, “Where is my pregnant wife and the corpses of my parents, bastard.”

“I don’t know who kidnapped your pregnant wife, but the corpses of your parents…” His words faded away as he pointed his trembling fingers at the dark room close by.

Lucas pranced out and approached the room. He molded his fist and hit the wall and light turned on. He bolted in and saw two large freezers. He opened them and saw the remains of his parents and his jaw clenched.

He shut his eyes.

Memories resurfaced.

“Please don’t kill me. Please, please.”

His boot stamped with every momentum as he approached his frail, victim.

“I will save you breath, if you reveal your allies,” Lucas’s red eyes threatened him the more.

Gasping and stuttering, he dared to mention a name, “Pa… Pa…Pablo.”

With fury up his guts, Lucas tossed his blade and Rodrigo’s head fell by his body, blood splashing all over.

“God of war doesn’t forgive,” he groaned.