From Prisoner To God Of War

Scare, Sweat And Blood

“Hey, one bastard can’t do this to you all! Attack now!” their point man barked, standing with rifles held to his sides.

Jaw clenching, fist tightening, he turned his back at them and once one neared him, he gave him a headbutt several times before grabbing his neck and breaking it. The other sent his first blow and he caught his arm with an open palm.

A punch on his balls left that one trembling to his feet before falling. He grabbed two men at once and smashed their heads while his kicks handled two others with furious kicks.

“Hey, who the hell is he?” the other asked as they approached with sharp swords and guns.

A toss!

The swords flew in the air and he grabbed them and snapped the blades into two, and tossed the blades at them and their throats were slashed. Blood pumped into the air.

The rest corked their rifles and shot several times and Lucas dived in the air, waving off their bullets with his hands.

“Who the hell is that man?” the point man queried the mask men that surrounded him, “Inform other men in the refinery we got a serious fight. Back up now!”

“Yes sir!” they chanted and matched away.

Holding some bullets in his hands, he tossed them to the ground and steadied his red fierce eyes at the front man. “Bring them all,” he groaned, pointing at him.

At once he could see over fifty masked men, fully armed matching out with fierceness and he folded his fists, unwilling to use his sword and guns. He had fallen over one hundred men with his fists so these were nothing to him.

They descended on him and he took a swerving side kick at their faces, leaving them flying off like nylon bags in the air. In an instance all the men were on the floor, body aching and voices wailing, leaving the point men gaping and blinking nervously.

The point man waved his hand and ten macho-looking, heavily tatted men stormed out and beat their chests, before jeering towards him.

He lowered his gaze waiting for them to get closer and once they did he sent his first blow at the face of one and grabbed his testes.

“Ah! Aha! My balls! My balls!” his first victim screamed.

And he headbutt him with an accompanied kick that left him staggering to a corner. Another ran to him and he gave him repeated kicks in the air before poking his fingers in his eyes and squeezed his neck.

They came at him and he bent down, and grabbed them on his shoulders. With a dazing smack down, he slammed their heads on the floor and their brains popped out.

“Oh my god!” the point man shivered seeing that all his men had fallen, and he took out his rifles and began to shoot.

Each bullet fell at the fist of Lucas as he neared the man and grabbed him on the neck. Almost choking him, he asked, “Who sent you? Answer me!”

A punch! Another punch! Pa! Pa! Another headbutt in the face, left the man trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“Answer me. He clenched on his balls and pressed his neck with his boot.

“The Carlos family!” the man gasped, eyes opening and shutting with dullness. “They sent me,” he added.

Grabbing his head, Lucas squeezed his neck and tossed him to the floor leaving him breathless.

“Carlos family,” he groaned through clenched teeth, and smiled evilly, “You will pay with your blood and sweat.”

Smearing his fist with the blood of his victims, he wrote on the wall of the refinery;

KEEP OFF, GOD OF WAR IS BACK.

Instantly, innumerable power bikes loomed on and parked around him and his ten thousand well-armed soldiers mounted on the ground and saluted him.

“Nobody dares come close,” he ordered, “If anyone dares come close to this refinery, take him down. I said so,”

“As the god pleases!” they chanted and bowed to him.

Mounting on one of the bikes, he turned it on and sped off to meet the Carlos family.

He was thrilled to hear that the Carlos family had a hand in his misfortune. Carlos was his father’s cousin. He and his wife Isabella were an elite family rich in diamond and gold and unlimited wealth. They owned numerous fuel stations in Madrid and because of their social standing they distanced themselves form Lucas’s family.

Several times when Lucas’s father had a financial need and went to Carlos, he turned him down.

Lucas knew where to find him, aside the fuel stations, Carlos owned the biggest casino in town named Carlisbella Casino. It was an entertainment hub which also had five star lodges.

Lucas had visited the casino several times and noticed that Carlos moved about with heavy hostile –looking guards and he had seen them peddle drugs too.

Once his bike grummed to his destination, he raised his red eyes and saw how busy the casino was tonight. From his ne he could see five heavily armed men standing at the entry.

With his boot thudding on the ground, he matched with extra confidence.

“Hey, hey, hold on!” they ordered him as he approached them, folding his fist, “No ticket no entry. No…”

They couldn’t finish their statement when he grabbed them and smashed them against the window and the glass shattered on the ground.

With a kick from his boot the door burst open.