From Prisoner To God Of War

Jose Pablo Goes Down

You slaughtered the Maduro’s in cold blood, burned their house, kidnapped their pregnant daughter-in-law, and sent their son to prison, huh!” Lucas groaned

Jose dimmed his eyes, his memory going down the lane when Lucas’s parents were shot in the chest, and his pregnant wife was on the run when she slammed on the floor before the masked men gripped her.

“Lucas?” he could recall now, his mouth going sour. “I thought you were in prison.”

“Where is my pregnant wife, Jose?” he groaned ignoring the masked men whose bow had pulled back for a shot, “If you can reveal her location to me I will let you live. As for the crude oil land, forget. I am now in control.”

“You motherfucker!” he cursed, his voice echoing off the wall, “So you sent your soldiers to recover that refinery and you expect me to reveal your pregnant wife’s location, huh. You must be stupid in the intestine. Many elite names are attached to that crude oil so you can’t win.”

“I swear I am going to kill you till your hundredth generation if anything happens to my wife, Jose.” Lucas began to push forward, and the masked men pulled back each time he did.

“Your wife, haha,” he laughed mockingly, “She put to bed two years ago while you were in jail and your baby has started calling another man father. You have fallen my men you will never see your wife.”

Carlos paused, his fist cracking as he folded them. The masked men noticed his crimson face and began to pull back in fear.

“Hey, what the hell are you guys waiting for, huh? Shoot this asshole and pin him to the wall!” Jose yelled.

“Yes sir!” they chanted and pulled their bow powerfully at once, and gave a remarkable shot at Lucas.

It would have been a perfect target but he swung around, leaving a shockwave that rattled the ground and distorted the air itself. He squatted and left them gaping once they saw all their arrows tightly held in his hand.

“Master! Master!”one of them wailed, “I am not sure he is human. He fights like a thousand beasts. Look at that!” his voice shivered.

Standing, Lucas broke all their arrows, and tossed them to a corner and save just one short arrow for himself.

“You must be crazy!” Jose fumed at his men, “Who is a thousand beast, huh? What do I pay you guys for? Get him down. Lucas has been a small boy who worked at the seaport. He can’t fight. Beat him up. I have sent some back up!”

One of them, a short thick-belly dude, with all-shaven hair and a goatee, broke loose and rolled his eyes at Lucas. He gestured at him to step out and face him.

But Lucas ignored him.

 Having seen some bottles of rum in the shelf close by, he turned to them and began to guzzle over the rum until he drank them all. One thing they never knew he was more brutal whenever he was drunk.

“Master, he is drunk!” they told Jose, “But how can he alone finish ten bottles of rum. Is he normal?”

“Why don’t you go to him and ask if he is normal, huh. Are you daft? Can’t you see the right time to kill him is now he is drunk? Finish him!” he ordered his men.

At the time Lucas was staggering under the influence of alcohol. The short guy lunged a punch at him and he caught his fist, twisted it, cracking it like some soft switch.

“Ah! Ah!”

The dude howled.

Holding him on the neck, Lucas lifted him above his head and slammed him on the ground. Landing with his jaw, he lost breath at once.

“Oh my god!” the rest began to fall back.

A tall tom-boy figure landed through the roof, and they fell back, allowing the tom boy fighter to confront Lucas. She was one of the backup Jose called.

She tossed some kicks and got ready to take down Lucas.

Smiling evilly, Lucas took out his pendant and tossed at her, and she caught it , only to be electrocuted and slammed on the floor. She dropped the pendant, and gasped fearfully.

Lucas opened his palms and the pendant got back to him.

“What sort of pendant is that?” Jose asked, trembling and when Lucas ignored him, he charged his dude, “Gather him and beat him up, he is just flexing weak muscles!”

“Master, he is not. He is very mysterious. I have heard little about him,” one of his men replied and he pulled out his gun and shot him dead. “Now you all fight him else I will, shoot all of you.”

They obeyed but met their waterloo; one lunged at him and a kicked from him sent him flying to the wall, another rushed but got pinned on the throat and was tossed at the  glass, another sent repeated kicks and he grabbed his groin.

“Oh my dick! Please! Please!”

Stilling holding his victim on the groin, he tossed him out of the window and he smashed into a moving car.

“Damn! Who trained this nigga!” Jose mumbled as he widened his gaze seeing his men fall like a pack of card, blood splashing on his face.

About to run to his heel, Lucas tossed the short arrow and pinned his leg to the wall.

“Ah! Shit! Oh damn! Ah! No, no!”

 Jose wailed, his breathe uneasy as Lucas stamped his boot toward him.

“Start talking. Where is my pregnant wife?”

“I would rather die than reveal anything to you, do your worse Lucas!” he grunted.

“Good riddance.”

He broke his neck, and silence was restored to the room.

Pouring diesel around the Thick Ass Club, he tossed a lighter and it caught fire.

“Alicia, where are you?” he asked, staring at the image of Alicia on the pendant.

Before his release, he had spent two years in jail; he knew she must have given birth and the baby would be two years by now.

He wondered if she was still alive or dead; the only part of her he saw was her torn dress.