Chapter 2(King of mafias?)

They were frighten just walking beside him. Perhaps, they were referring to someone else, he told himself.

Their indifferent attitude towards him was obvious and he could sense that something was strange. Some of the people passing him by were suddenly glancing at their phone and then at his face.

"Certainly, it is... someone's life would be lost today" the old man replied back holding his wife's hand firmly as they pace faster away from Henry.

Henry acted ignorant, he decided that if he couldn't find anyone to help him out, he would seek help from the cops.

While he was wondering to and fro the bridge, there was a sudden black out at this place. 

He realized that the people around were scampering away like though being chased by invisible beings. 

Oddly, he was the only one here. Wow, he should have done a deep research before sailing off to a different country.

As a foreigner, he was unaware of what was happening, however, his ears detected the rumbling sounds of vehicles driving wildly with speed at him from behind. Everything was happening at a fast pace.

Puzzled, he turned slightly and discovers that a van halts an inche away from him. It's head light was blinding and he had to cover his face with his palm.

Hastily, men in dark wears bounced out of the big van holding batons. They were huge, fearful and vicious. These men were 10 and trod with authority towards him with gnashing teeth.

They spoke indistinctly among themselves, as they appeared in front of the vehicle and face him. They obstructed the ray from the head light.

Henry rose his gaze at them and suddenly began to move backwards, trembling because they took him unaware. To worsen it, they were there for him. Henry scrutinized them, pondering if all was okay and why they kept drawing closer to him.

"Ha! We have the demon at last" one of them began with a prideful expression and the rest snickers. Some of them slams the baton on their palm, growling at him like wild animals ready to devour at him at someone's command.

"The king himself is before us, let's get ourselves the price!" The second yells and almost immediately, they surrounded Henry.

Henry chuckles and raises his hands in the air. Were they being serious? No one was explaining anything to him and it felt like he was in a jinx box.

He had dropped his luggage as all that matters at that moment was his life.

"Wow guys? Is this an intro or something?" He questioned trying his best not to look petrified but deep in his heart, he wished the ground should open and take his life.

There was no way to escape their claws and why were they referring to him as someone they knew? If only he had ran along with the indigenes of this place.

These men had formed a close den around him as he was glued to the spot. Fear couldn't let him pick his phone and call for help.

They gave him no response as one of them behind him hits him hard on the back. Henry groans and bent slightly as his stomach squirms. His brain tries to transmit the pain he felt around his spinal cord.

Just a blow got his eyes dizzy, he was feeling nausea as he wraps his arms around his stomach wheezing out air from his lips.

What the hell was happening? Henry blinks his eyes as they weren't giving him time to regain his consciousness. Everything was moving in circles before him.

He got another blow on his legs and it forced him to kneel as he drew in breath almost suffocating.

"Arghh, gentlemen, let's talk this out" he wails in pain as he tried to persuade them to stop hitting him like a criminal. His grief was the fact that he doesn't know them.

Another intended to bang his head when suddenly gunshots rang in the air. Henry shudders as he heard bodies thudding against each other and falling to the floor.

He stood up steadily from the ground, startled to see the 10 gangs dead before his eyes. It felt like a magic was displayed before his eyes.

"Sorry but the price on your head is mine" a feminine voice whispers from behind him, cartwalking closer to him.

Henry scoffs and shook his head, what would be the next scene? Were they shooting a movie and mistakenly added him to the cast?

Probably, these men would wake up. He felt irritated seeing blood pouring out of their bodies where bullet hits.

It was real blood and not make-up. He felt nervous and uncontrollable as he couldn't believe his eyes.

This woman brought out handcuffs and gave Henry a mischievous smile. He was wincing in pain and trying to get a clearer picture of this woman. She was his superwoman, though not beautiful to his taste.

Wearing a long unbuttoned coat, a dark pant and a gray stripped cropped top shirt. A dark hat sat on her long blonde hair. Her plump lips wearing red and a deadly smile.

She must be a lady of pride and courageous. He wondered how she knocked them down unexpectedly.

"It's the first time I'm seeing the king himself... it's just an honor" she spat in a mockery tone and then studied him from head to toe. He looked too simple from the tales she had heard of him.

"No tattoo? Responsible haircut, smooth skin, no scar...did you go for a surgery?" She furthers tugging the gun in her hand to hang on her waist belt.

Her statement was unusual for a bizzare night. He clears his throat, she had just saved him and so he stretched his hand for a shake and appreciation. Possibly, she would be be able to answer his question.

"Do...I... know...you?" He squeezes out in a timorous tone attempting to stand erect and compose himself.

"In your grave, I would do an intro" she screeches in his ears and he got fidgety ducking his head away from her. She took his hands and fixed the handcuffs on his left wrist and the other on hers.

"I can't lose you" this woman gestures with a crackle like a joker. There she goes with her disturbing smile. 

She began to stow away with him, hauling him along aggressively that he almost tripped on his steps. 

He abandoned his luggage as they were moving away from the bridge. It hadn't rang in his mind to make a call with the aid of his free hand. However, how could he when this woman was threatening.

"Look, lady miss, you got the wrong guy... I'm here to meet my girlfriend... What price tag are you talking about?"

"Shut the f**k up!" She orders taking a glimpse at him while gazing at the lonely path they were taking.

This woman was expecting a car to have reached where she was. Henry was staggering in his steps behind her as he couldn't fight back, besides he was on handcuff with this lady.

They had walked a distance away from the bridge and were now standing at the crosswalk close by. It was like though everyone around vacated the place as it turns out to be void of people.

He felt insecure because this woman might kill him too and know one would know.

"Damn it! Can I at least make a phone call..." He suddenly shuts his mouth when she took out the gun around her waist, turns him to face her and points it at his head.

"Any more words and I would drive a bullet to your head" she threatens brawling at him.

"Arghhh!" He unexpectedly screamed like a child when a bullet rang through this lady's head and she fell on him lifelessly.

Ironically, she was the one who got hit by a bullet. Her whole weight lean on him and he had to fall to the ground while she was on him. How did he get into this mess.

"Jesus Christ!" He cried as blood drool from her head to his shirt. He felt like throwing up as he hates the stench of blood.

This was real and no one was saving him from this chaos. Where do all these people come from?