CHAPTER ONE – KNIGHT IN BLOODY ARMOUR
DOWNTOWN CAIRO, EGYPT
Khalid observed the entourage from a rooftop. One sports car, Six SUVs and a bullion van at the end, all black. They stopped at a building opposite the one on which he stood. Two men on black suits and black shades stepped out of each vehicle on either side and stood with one hand in their coat’s inner pocket. A pink-haired young man stepped out of the sports car. He looked around and walked casually into the building, patting the security personnel on their heads as he entered. One from each pair of the men followed him in.
“Update” Khalid spoke into his comms after some minutes.
“Room 456” a female voice replied via the comms.
“Ironic” Khalid replied and pulled up his face mask over his nose and mouth. He adjusted his hood and swords and walked to the edge of the rooftop. He took one last look at the building across and leaped. Halfway between his initial position and his next one, he flung a metallic device out of his hand. It stuck to a wall beside a window and pulled him to it. After securing footing, he detached himself from the device and stepped into the hallway through the window. He immediately pressed a button on his right sleeve, disabling all cyber-related devices on the floor. He heard some voices and footsteps approaching, obviously to check the issue. “Ironic” he muttered and unsheathed his twin swords from his back. He spun them and flipped them interchangeably in excitement as he advanced in the direction of the voices. He met them at the head of a flight of stairs. They reached for their guns but the hands meant to pull out the weapons instead fell off with the weapons. Blood splashed on the stairs and the walls. The men screamed in pain as they both fell to the ground, using their available hand to clutch the sliced region. He simply walked past them, impaling them from behind. He leaped over the rail and landed on two other guards who were rushing up with cocked guns. With quick reflex, he delivered a divorcing slash to their throats, leaving them to choke to death on their own blood.
“Already killing the unconcerned?” the female asked from the comms.
“Any potential disturbance is definitely concerned” he replied and drove one of his swords through the left ear of an incoming guard to his right and used cut down his partner with the other sword. “He didn’t hear that one” he joked. Turning left, he was met with a squad of security personnel, all armed. “Did you say unconcerned?” he said to his comms and leaped onto the wall. He ran on it, deflecting anticipated bullets and leaped off it, landing in their midst. He swung, spun, thrust and whipped his sword in all directions, decorating the orange themed hallway with splashes of red amidst a choral of involuntary cries. Organs flew about in the room. More guards rushed in, firing shots at Khalid’s direction, hitting their teammates nonetheless but none touched Khalid as he was either behind, beside or beneath a consequent lifeless body or faster than their trigger finger. He leaped into the air and spread out his arms. The standing guards landed with him, only they had daggers either in their necks, hearts or foreheads. He took one last look at the dead lot, put his swords back and walked out of the entrance the second wave came in through.
He walked towards a door marked ‘456’ with two well-built armed men in front of it.
“Stop right there” one of them hollered at him. “The costume party’s upstairs” he added. Khalid kept on advancing towards them. He unsheathed his swords and swung them at the man before he could reach his guns, creating a bloody ‘X’ on his frontal torso. He quickly used him as a shield, tanking the bullets from the second. He heard the gun click and flipped over the first man, landing with one of his sword into the head of the second. He whipped his swords in the air, ridding them of blood. After looking around, he plucked out a chip from his sleeve and placed it on a pad in the door. He heard some buzzing and then a click before he pushed the door open and stepped in.
“What is it Rufus? I’m fucking bathing now. Go back outside” he heard a voice say from the direction of the bathroom. He closed the door and slowly walked towards the voice, his steps cautious as they advanced. He stepped into the bathroom and saw clothes littered on the ground. He got the transparent glass bathing case and saw the pink-haired man in a bathtub covered in blood. A lady lay opposite him, cut open. “Who the fuck are you?” the man said rushing to get up. Khalid fired an arrow from his sleeve, pinning the man’s left hand to the glass wall. The man screamed in pain. “Rufus! Jonas!” he yelled struggling to get his hand off the glass as Khalid came closer.
“It’s no use. They were bad security for a man like you” Khalid replied and walked to the lady. He shifted her hair and looked at her face. “You bloody Americans leave your Canaan land and come to Egypt to spill blood. And you in particular enjoy cutting young girls open”
“She was a whore. A slut. She was already lost. I just made her more useful” the man replied shaking.
“You think drinking her blood and saying those stupid chants of yours makes the devil give you what you have? You are about to meet him then” Khalid raised his hand at the man’s direction.
“I am immortal. I can’t die! I had a deal with the devil. Hahaha. The more sacrifices I make, the more I escape death” the man laughed manically.
“I decide who is immortal. Say hello to the devil for me when you meet him. Or how do you lowlives say it? Wassup Lucifer” Khalid said and fired an arrow into his right bicep.
“Fuck you!” the man cursed, infuriating Khalid the more. He shot the man’s face till there was nothing but a cloud of arrows on a bleeding glass just above the lifeless body’s neck. He turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He could hear some voices and rushing feet.
“That was more than enough for a kill” the female spoke through his comms. He ran towards a window before the door was broken down from outside.
“She was Egyptian” Khalid replied and leaped out of the window and landed into a speeding van.
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