The Plan Of Masked Man
A colleague?

Peace AK with remembering the past. Unlike the figure of a man with a mustache, where his body is now tied on a pole. A battered face and fresh blood still seemed to flow at the corner of his lips. Eyes are closed with room temperature increasing, after experiencing a series of attacks. The body of the moustached man collapsed unconscious, the heat slowly radiating throughout the room.

"Eeeuuggh. Panaz."

His eyes slowly opened, although it felt sore and heavy. Still, the mustachioed man forced himself to open his eyes and the scenery that greeted him, leaving his eyes wide open.

"Dam@n! How dare he defy. Just see what my revenge is, now I have to be free from here" said the grumpy man with a mustache and tried to open but who tied his hands to the pole.

Friction for the sake of friction is not loosening the bond, it tightens the bond. With a swing of his body, after both his hands held on to the pole. The mustachioed man can change things, no matter the heat of the pole due to the surrounding flames. The mustachioed man still tried to break away by hanging, slowly with his teeth the bond could be loosened.

The pain of a hard slap and a few blows, is no longer felt. The heart and mind of the mustachioed man had blackened, now there was only anger and also revenge. The pet's treatment of biting his employer, made the moustached man wrathful. It turns out that all this time the sweet and obedient attitude of her pet is just camouflage, and today when all is almost ready. All plans failed completely.

Bruug…

"I can finally be free, now how do I avoid this blaze? There must be something to use." The moustached man looked at each side, there was only a blaze that formed a circle and there was not the slightest gap.

The technique used to lock his movements, really well planned. Despite escaping from rope snares and gallows, the fire circle obstacle became the second obstacle. Moreover, there is no cell phone that can be used to contact his men.

The sound of the needle sounded even louder and it broke the concentration of the moustached man. "Time? It means he wants me to be late, not finish. But why?"

Two hours ago…

While enjoying a warm meal with a cup of coffee, suddenly the door flew with two bodyguards slammed onto the floor. The man with the mustache stopped his breakfast and got up from his seat. "What the fuck? What are you doing?!"

Nah!

Nah!

Nah!

The sound of shoes jolted loudly, the masked man with an all-black appearance stepped foot into the mansion and spread an aura of oppression. Not caring about the screams of the owner of the house, his steps drew closer to the moustached man and stopped at a distance of three meters. One of his right hands swung and threw a smart phone.

Hap

The mustachioed man caught the phone and saw what the masked man wanted to show. One ten-minute video, changing the facial expression of a moustached man. The video contains a meeting between him and the black uniformed thugs. If the masked man finds out about his schemes, then that means his life is in danger. Intentions want to explain with a powerful alibi, but.

Plaac!

Duug!

Kraak!

One hard slap, plus a punch with no cues immediately made himself fall. The video that was watched successfully shifted its entire focus. "Are you crazy? We're partners."

"Representative? If we're partners, then what do you mean to interrupt my path? Don't you think I'm stupid! I know you sent the thugs without my permission and presumptuously, you bribed them to follow your orders! As punishment, enjoy my reward." The masked man floated his feet towards the head of the moustached man.

Duug…

One kick was successfully avoided, but culminated in another kick. Slowly his consciousness disappeared. A sense of pain in the head, making the man moustached close his eyes.

Everything was clearly illustrated, and now the flames surrounding the place were. Explain what happened after he was unconscious. The aroma of gasoline is not concentrated, presenting one conclusion. The hot air from the blaze still maintains the life of the man moustached in the ring of fire. If observed, fire circles like those in the circus.

There is no other way, I have to wait until the fuel is absorbed. I'd better think of which plan I'm going to run. One secret has been revealed, but not with the secrets I kept myself. In return for your defiance attitude, I will make sure my gift becomes the best gift for you, master enemy. ~ inner man moustached with a cynical smile.

Whatever came across in the brain of the mustachioed man, it was definitely a surprise to master enemy. Elsewhere, the hostages were giving out eye codes. The kidnapper's departure makes the hostages free to communicate even through sign language.

"It looks like you guys don't understand my cue. Whoever you are, I don't know why that man took you hostage. But I want you to work with me. Simply blink your eyes once if you agree and blink your eyes twice if you refuse. Understood?" say one hostage freed from duct tape.

The two hostages looked at each other and nodded after making eye contact, and stared at the hostage freely with a wink once.

"Whatever happens next, make sure you protect each other and keep our kidnappers busy with diversion plans. Maybe this is the last chance I have to use to save my brother. So my plan is for you to keep pretending to be unconscious until tonight, when the kidnapper takes us to his destination. We're going for duty, the main target is not you but my brother and it looks like you're not part of the stage" the hostage said.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of steps approaching, making the three hostages silent and closed their eyes again.

Chequek…

The door opened and the sound of footsteps became clearer, the touch of a hand on the hostage's face without duct tape felt cold. As if reluctant to look, the hostage let a cold hand down every inch of his face. "Too handsome, I love this. It is a shame that we have to sacrifice. Or do I ask from the commander? It seems like it's better. Relax handsome, I'll save you from a hot-blooded human."

Cup…

"Sweet, I like it." The spoiled woman steals a kiss of lightning, the lips of a hostage without duct tape.

Footsteps that move away leave the room narrow and dark. The open and closed door was clear, the breath of the hostage without duct tape was heard quietly. I want to curse, but it's free. Who's coming and why just trace his face plus kiss his lips. The woman's words seemed to give a fresh breeze, even though it seemed fake.

"Just rest, your energy is drained enough" said the hostage without soft duct tape and again closed his eyes.

The shadows were always flashing, repeatedly trying to chase him away. Still no results, can not be changed let alone fixed. All that remains are memories and sorrow. Life provides an opportunity by bringing together two twin brothers, and only he knows. Why during his life, only this time to act past every boundary.

Lookatme. How does it feel to be a sinner? Do you deserve to live? Who do you want to forget? The past for your blasphemy? Sin is sin, you are a sinner.

"Aarrggh. Noooo......"