Lucifer of The Silent Killer

Chapter 6 : Morksti

The men who had been watching Heinrich and Jonas earlier rose from their table and left the bar.

Meanwhile, Heinrich and Jonas were already facing the meals they had ordered, preparing to eat.

“Where are you staying?” Jonas asked after taking a bite.

“I don’t know,” Heinrich replied briefly, then did the same.

“Don’t sleep out on the road or you’ll—” Jonas didn’t get to finish his sentence. Heinrich suddenly stood up and hurried outside. Not knowing what was happening, Jonas rushed after him.

“Hey!” Heinrich called out to a man approaching his car, his movements suspicious.

The man glanced back briefly. He said nothing, showed no sign of guilt, and simply walked away.

As soon as the man was gone, Heinrich moved quickly toward his parked vehicle and inspected it carefully. His hands moved with practiced precision, as if he already knew which parts were usually targeted for sabotage.

“What’s wrong?” Jonas asked as he approached. “Who was that man?”

Heinrich didn’t answer right away. His hand stopped when he felt something about the size of a lighter attached beneath the rear bumper. He pulled it free.

“A tracker,” he muttered.

At the same moment, a shot rang out from a passing SUV—but it was deliberately aimed at the bar’s window, shattering the glass. A waitress screamed. Several men dove under their tables.

“Take cover!” Heinrich shouted, followed by a second shot that destroyed the restaurant’s windows, glass scattering across the floor.

People who had been relaxing moments earlier scrambled for shelter. Panic was unmistakable. The place fell eerily silent.

“Do you know who they are?” Jonas asked, taking cover beside the car with Heinrich.

“No,” Heinrich replied. He restrained himself from drawing his weapon and returning fire.

“What do they want?” Jonas asked.

Before Heinrich could answer, a third shot was fired, striking the car’s side window.

“Damn it,” Heinrich growled as he moved toward the door.

“What are we going to do now?” Jonas asked, his voice tense.

“Run,” Heinrich said as he opened the door. “Get in, Jon,” he added quietly.

Jonas crawled to the left and climbed in through the rear door. Even inside the car, the tension was etched clearly on his handsome face. The gray-eyed man took several deep breaths.

Before Jonas could fasten his seat belt, Heinrich slammed the gas pedal. The car surged forward at high speed, even though he knew the road ahead was far from smooth.

“You’re sure you don’t know them?” Jonas asked, glancing back repeatedly to check if they were being followed.

“No,” Heinrich answered curtly.

“Could they be hunting you?”

Heinrich didn’t respond. His focus was entirely on the road. Moments later, the car came to an abrupt stop, making Jonas stare at him in confusion.

“Why did you stop?”

Once again, Heinrich said nothing. He stared straight ahead. His headlights illuminated fresh tire marks etched clearly into the road.

“Is there another route?” Heinrich asked without turning his head.

“There isn’t. This is the only way out of the area—” Jonas didn’t finish as Heinrich suddenly hit the accelerator again. “Good God! Do you always drive like this?”

“You talk too much.”

Heinrich drove at high speed despite the cracked, uneven road. The jolts didn’t faze him, nor did he care that Jonas hadn’t managed to buckle up yet.

The road grew worse by the minute—no asphalt, no warning signs. To the left was a deep ravine without guardrails; to the right, a dense pine forest.

“Morksti,” Jonas said, gripping the handhold.

“What?” Heinrich asked coldly.

“The name of this route,” Jonas replied. “You need to be careful because—”

Before Jonas could finish, a tree suddenly fell across the road, blocking their path.

Heinrich slammed on the brakes. He knew the tree hadn’t fallen on its own.

“Vokter,” Jonas murmured, his gaze tense.

Heinrich glanced at him briefly but said nothing. His eyes shifted toward the pine forest. Through the thin fog, he caught faint movements among the trees as the light began to fade.

“They’re here?” Heinrich asked quietly. His hand slipped toward the inside of his jacket, ready to draw his weapon. At the same time, several dark figures burst out of the forest and swiftly surrounded the car.

Jonas froze. “We’re doomed,” he whispered.

Heinrich, however, remained cold and expressionless. He studied the men standing in front of the car and to its left. All of them wore face coverings, making identification impossible.

The man standing by the left side of the car slammed the window with the butt of his rifle, signaling Heinrich to step out.

“Hide if you’re afraid,” Heinrich said before getting out of the car.

“Don’t be insane, Erik,” Jonas whispered, trying to stop him.

But Heinrich ignored him. He stepped out anyway—it was the only way to confront them directly.

“Take off your jacket first. Then raise your hands and turn around.”