From Prisoner To God Of War

I Am Coming, Rodrigo Fernandez

Done shooting, one dived at him and he caught him in the air and, headbutt him until his brain burst out and he tossed him out of the window. Another sent his fast kick and he seized his foot and yanked it off like that of a doll.

“Ah! Shit!” that one wailed. “Please! Please!”

Another came with several punch and with one hand he gave his wicked punch in the face and another rugged elbow punch left the neck of the guard breaking. Seeing the tons of guard that surrounded him, he grinned and lowered his face.

Ear-ringing silence fell over the yard.

He swerved his palm and stormy energetic wind tossed them away and smashed them on the wall with the resultant effect of a sword slashing their throats. Their blood plastered all over, and once he located a keg of diesel by the corner, he took a swift shot at it.

The entire bunker went up in flames as he dived away in the wings of the wind.

Landing on his power bike, he dimmed his eyes. “Rodrigo Fernandez,” he groaned, “So you are ally, huh. I see,” he tossed his head. “I am coming for you,” he threatened and turned on his bike and rode off.

Rodrigo Fernandez wasn’t just a familiar name to him. He was his boss at the seaport. When Lucas worked in the account department, Rodrigo had eulogized him and promised to promote him to higher levels.

Lucas had prospects and wanted to be at the hem of affairs at the seaport but his dream was cut short when Rodrigo began to maligning and humiliating him. This had begun shortly after his parents were slaughtered and their land was snatched.

Poor and naïve, Lucas never knew the scheming Rodrigo was cooking up for him, so one day he gave him a bag of money, to deposit at the bank.

“How much is in it, boss,? Lucas had asked.

“One million dollars,” Rodrigo had replied.

“But boss you usually make transfers, and has warned us against handling cash.”

“Keep shut Lucas and take it to the bank,” he had yelled at Lucas.

In obedience, Lucas took it to the bank, and week later, Lucas was arrested for a missing one million dollars from the seaport.

 Camera footage showed when he was carrying the bag of money, all alone, and to harden the accusation, Lucas didn’t sign on any document to show he was given permission.

Rodrigo declared the money missing. The account Lucas deposited the cash was forged and was declared invalid.

“No! No! You sent me, boss. You sent me to deposit the money!”

“You fucking bastard!” Rodrigo had fumed at him, “Who sent you! You are thief! Please, get him arrested. I can’t recall giving you any bill. This is the camera footage.”

The days ahead, Lucas was arraigned in court, convicted of stealing and siphoning one million dollars and sentenced to ten years imprisonment.

From the moment Rodrigo framed him up, he knew he was an ally in the crude oil.

“It is time to pay with your blood and sweat, Rod,” he groaned and sped into the lonely dark night.

“Listen up guys,” Rodrigo addressed the heavily armed, masked men, who surrounded him, “I need precision and strength from you guys. The refinery had started working and all I want you to do is to grant adequate security when getting my share of the proceeds.”

“Yes, boss,” they chanted.

“Every fifth of each month, I will be earning ten million dollars from that refinery, and they have insisted on cash payment, so I need adequate security when…”

He couldn’t finish his statement when his phone rang and distracted him.

“Yeah , who is this?” he asked.

“Boss, boss!” the voice sounded panicky from the other side, “There is trouble.”

“What trouble? Calm down and talk to me, man. What trouble?” Rodrigo yelled and tried to pet the caller, “Talk to me.”

The refinery has been seized and ten thousand soldiers have surrounded it. On the wall is written, keep off god of war is back. And just now Carlos and his wife have been slaughtered in cold blood, his bunker set ablaze.”

Rodrigo pounced to his feet, and widened his gaze. “Who the hell is the god of war?”

“I don’t know, boss. He looks mysteries, deadly and unpredictable. He fights with the strength of ten thousand beasts. You have to flee boss. Flee!”

“Oh keep shut!!” he yelled, “let the so-called god of war come. I will make him a rotten maggot of war and put him where he belongs.”

“Boss, hold on, boss - !”

He hung up the call, and sighed.

“You see what I am talking about, guys,” Rodrigo scolded. “Betrayal has started. This is oil money. No one is to be trusted. I smell ruin but I will finish strong. All I want…”

“Ahhhh! Ah!”

The shrieking screaming of his guards outside filled the air and instantly, the mutilated bodies of about twenty of his guards barged in through the roof and landed in their midst.

“What the hell! What is happening, guys?” he beamed and hid behind Anthony Pitbull.

The rest corked their guns and got ready to unleash.