Hiding beside the wall, Mirshad was trapped. He couldn't move; if he did, the armed men would see him. Fear coursed through his veins—this was nothing like anything he had faced before. Quietly, he prayed, asking God to help him escape. Little did he know, a divine plan was in motion, one that would forever change his life.
As he waited, Mirshad overheard their conversation. One of them was on the phone, saying, "We're at Faisal's house. Get ready. Tonight's the end for him and everyone inside. Nobody will see tomorrow's sunlight." The call ended, leaving Mirshad trembling. He realized they were there to kill Faisal and his family.
Panic set in, his body vibrating with fear, sweat pouring down his face. He tried calling Faisal, but there was no answer—Faisal must have been asleep with his phone on silent. Thinking fast, Mirshad decided to take their photos as evidence. As he snapped the picture, he forgot to turn off his phone's flash.
The sudden burst of light alerted the men. They turned toward him, weapons raised. "Run, and we'll shoot you on the spot," one of them warned.
Cornered, Mirshad stepped out from his hiding place, facing them directly. His heart raced, his body trembling, but his mind was resolute. He had to protect Faisal and his family, even if it meant sacrificing himself.
One of the men sneered. "What were you doing there?"
Mirshad stammered, "I was... just smoking a cigarette. When I saw you all with weapons, I hid."
They demanded his phone. Mirshad handed it over, and their leader growled, "You took our photo! You think you're clever?"
Mirshad, mustering courage, replied, "I overheard your plan to kill Faisal. You won't get away with this."
The leader laughed. "We'll kill Faisal—and you too. But here's a chance. Run as fast as you can while I count to 30."
Mirshad froze, then something stirred deep within him—a voice, unfamiliar yet commanding, echoed in his mind. **"Release me, and I'll show them the gates of hell."**
Terrified yet desperate, Mirshad whispered, **"Do what you must. Protect me."**
The change was instant. Mirshad's trembling ceased, his body rigid with newfound strength. His eyes glowed faintly red, crimson lines coursing across his skin. The men noticed the transformation.
"What the hell is this?" one of them muttered.
Mirshad smirked, his voice cold and steady. "You won't leave here alive."
Their leader roared, "Kill him!" One man lunged at Mirshad with a knife, but Mirshad caught him mid-air. With a brutal twist, he snapped the attacker's neck and hurled him aside like a ragdoll.
The others hesitated, then charged together. Mirshad moved like a predator. He dodged their attacks with ease, countering with deadly precision. He ripped a sword from one attacker, using it to disarm and kill two more. Blood splattered the walls as chaos erupted.
One man managed to slash Mirshad's arm. He grunted in pain but didn't falter. Instead, the voice in his mind grew louder, urging him forward. He grabbed the attacker by the throat, lifting him effortlessly, and crushed his windpipe.
The remaining men were paralyzed with fear. Their leader shouted, "Shoot him!" But when they pulled their triggers, nothing happened—the bullets were gone, emptied earlier by the man Mirshad had killed first.
Panicking, the leader attacked with a machete. Mirshad caught the blade barehanded, blood dripping from his palm, and yanked it away. He drove the weapon through the leader's chest, pinning him to the ground.
Only one man remained. Trembling, he dropped his weapon and begged, "Please, don't kill me!"
Mirshad's voice was eerily calm. "Who sent you?"
"I... I can't say. They'll kill me!"
Mirshad stepped closer, his glowing eyes locking onto the man's. "If you don't talk, I'll make sure you wish they had."
Terrified, the man confessed, "it was john. He hired us to take out Faisal."
Satisfied, Mirshad let him go. "Tell john this is a warning. If he comes for Faisal again, he'll face me."
The man fled, leaving Mirshad alone amidst the carnage. His strength ebbed, the glowing lines fading from his body. Exhausted, he stumbled to his room , leaving bloody footprints in his wake. He collapsed onto his bed, unaware that the entire fight had been captured on CCTV.
Tomorrow would bring questions, revelations, and perhaps more danger. But for now, Mirshad had survived—and awakened something within that could never be silenced again