For her, anything.

Like a dream, she lives in my eyes.

She flaunts her gorgeous strengths like some beautiful flaws, she makes me wonder how can someone be so unknown to their beauty? The beauty which resides in my eyes, open books and there she lives like a dream, she lives in my eyes.

She is like the rejuvenating rain after a long summer, like the drops fall on my face and told me that the hard times are over, like the star which guides you to be happy, the star at which I spend my nights gazing, like those dreams She lives in my eyes.

She is the tear of my happiness, the feeling of completeness when I get home and look at her, Only then; I’m truly home. Maybe she is home. She is the completeness in my life and like that, she lives in my eyes.

I couldn’t ask for more and why should I? I have nothing yet everything because I have someone to share my silence with, that silence we share and love I have. Is the reason she lives like a dream, all day all night, in my eyes.



The winds, the love, the Bullet.

Adrenaline and peace; contradictory words, but something I feel all together full fledge at the same time when I ride my enfield. Yes, it’s true what they say and when they say that:

it’s not just a bike, it’s an emotion.

It’s the gateway for forgetting everything and knowing what peace really feels like. Yes you might dirty in the rain or feel the cold strike your spine in the winters and the heat dry the hell out your throat in May but it’s all worth when you revv it and hit the 100 and all your problems and worries and sorrows fade away in the winds that kiss your cheeks and make you grin with happiness. At that moment, in that second it’s just you, just you living the world like you’re meant to be. Yes it’s not a perfect motorcycle, yes it looks outdated and dusty and doesn’t have all the modern features of any other bike but no other bike can beat the feel of driving an enfield, of living with one, of loving one.

– r.s

Episode 4 – His Old Lover

“ so what do we do now ? “ asked monarch.

“ I may have an idea or two.” Replied killian as he sipped his coffee.

And as this conversation was happening in the garden of the café Monarch worked in, the rotting corpse of the man who attacked them last night was found in the small field where people of Valkin threw there ‘disposable waste’. Lets just say that nobody cared about another dead gangster in a garbage box, it was pretty usual for the towns around this part of the country. Gang wars, Military camps, terrorists; everything happened but nothing took away the cheerful smiles of the very few good people living in Valkin.

“People to take care of kid!” shouted Kern from the counter as a happy couple entered to have those good cookies and make some memories they’ll cherish. They sat right behind the table where Killian was, Monarch brought the coffee mugs and a plate of cookies as they asked and came back to talk with Killian, but this time Killian started asking.

“You need to understand few things before we leave.”

“I do not understand, leave? But for where? That man is dead. End of the chapter right?” asked Monarch as he was getting scared of what answer to this question Killian would give.

“Yes, the end of the chapter..” he paused for a minute took a sip of his delicious irish coffee and continued. “but not the story, kid.”

“What the hell does that even means dad” said Monarch angrily

“That means, our life here is over or on a halt for now kid.  We have to leave.” Killian ordered him firmly.

“You are out of your mind? I am not going anywhere. This is your war, your fight; Not mine”

“You became a part of this the day I saved your little ass from those who killed your father. I brought you in, I saved you from ruining your life by your own hands. You would probably be a crying kid who pricks needles into his neck or arms everyday with similar drugs your father made, or if better; you would be somebody like the man who came to beat us to death. But you are not, are you ? and why is that kid ? because a man like me who has no family saw a brilliant young kid with restraint, morals and quality of a young king in you the day you stood listening to your father scream and burn to death. I saw someone who will be a great man someday. And this is how you think of to acknowledge that? But turning back on the only person you love?” 

“I am sorry dad.” Said Monarch as a tear fell down from his eye but he stopped before another one blossomed. 

“tell me what is happening, explain it to me”
“Okay, so here is the thing- the people he mentioned that I betrayed is a group, a cult of very rich and very  dangerous people. None of them even know how to cut a freaking vegetable but they cause chaos and death wherever they keep their hand on. They call themselves the ‘Agency’. They operate in a very cunning way by only one manager who contacts the recently started out mercenaries to get what they need anonymously and pay good amount of money and never work with the same men more than once. Its efficient.  So I was also contacted to assassinate your father and burn down the factory so that the drugs in it are also destroyed, but one of the others played a game of his own which they must have found out about.”

“what game dad? I need to know.”

“He thought he will make some more money if he threatens your father that day.”

“for such small thing, this agency is coming for you after so many years?”

“maybe, the manager told us not to fuck with them.”

“its hard to believe but what happened last night was not very good either.”

“Exactly, so we leave tonight. Come home after your home quietly and don’t tell anyone that you leaving.”

“affirmative” said Monarch with a little smile, although what Killian said was not very convincing but he also did not want to fight another man again.

Killian left the café after a while, went home and started packing his bags for maybe they will return pretty late or maybe never. This thought sent some pretty solid chills down his spine, as he was not afraid of his own death but to imagine his little kid in pain and  agony was nothing less than a nightmare for someone as mentally strong as Killian. 

Sun cloaked the red cape and Monarch finished his work, cleaned the tables and went to Kern to tell him that he is leaving.

“Hey old man! I gotta go.  Good bye.”  Said Monarch as he opened the door to leave.

“I heard it kid.”

“heard what”

“your run from the bad guys? Yes I heard that.”

“Please don’t tell that to anyone.” Begged Monarch.

“ don’t worry son, I wont. Just be safe and if you need any help back here; you know I can kick some ass in this age too right.” Kern chuckled. 

“  haha right old man, so I gotta leave now. Take care of the place I will  join back as this chapter will be closed pretty soon by my dad.” 

“I know kid.  I will be waiting.”  

Monarch left the café and walked home. He went down the same road he takes always but tonight it was a little different, it was a little scary. He had the feeling of a permanent goodbye, he was scared that he might not even walk this way or see the colored houses or hear the very gentle chirps from the trees that covered the gardens around the road. He jumped the puddles and went home, he saw Killian standing outside his apartment probably waiting for him. He ran the rest of probably hundred and fifty meters. He was finally home, he asked Killian.

“so this is it ?”

“you and me, on the run in this crappy thing you call a car?”

“this will keep us alive, and whatever keeps us alive; should never be underestimated.”

“alright then dad, lets do this.”

They both got in the car and started driving in the direction which would take them out of Valkin. After of about an hour of driving, Monarch asked Killian “ Where did you get this car from?”

“Somebody owed me a favour.” Said Killian with a blank face. 

“ alright, so where are we going?” 

“ Somewhere safe, I hope.”

“ since when did you start hoping for things?”

“shut up kid”

Monarch smiled at his dad and then took a little nap as they still had a long, long way to go.

They drove for another three hours and then Killian stopped the car for something to eat. They stopped around a small restaurant, pretty usual like any other restaurant on highways and country roads; old, dusty and with a very arrogant bearded owner sitting on the cash counter. 

they entered and ordered food for themselves, and while eating their food Killian asked Monarch

“ is there anyone special in your life?”

“ seriously? You want to talk about my social life while we are trying to run from people who are trying to kill us?” 

“yeah that is why  we should talk maybe because in the future we not even get the chance.”

“ No dad, I never found somebody special but when I will do you wil be the first one to know about it I promise.”said Monarch with a pinch of sarcasm

“ okay, let me teach you a little life lesson- You see, it doesn’t matter if you love someone or not, there will be something, someone or some place that will love you. That love is dangerous, you will find it coming around for you, making its presence felt but you wont grasp that  lover of yours, she will leave you but never stop coming around to remind you that you will never get rid of her and that type of love my kid is poisonous”

“umm. Okay” said Monarch as he made a confused and uninteresed face and concentrated on finishing his food.

They finished their food and went along the way to the a place they may able to hide. 

They started their journey again in that small grey colored hatchback and drove all night. Monarch slept but Killian was kept awake by the thoughts of surviving another day with his beloved kid. When Monarch woke up next morning it was about 6 o’clock and he opened his eyes to see that Killian drove him in the middle of a freaking jungle. 

“where in the hell we are?” he asked as he yawned and streched his arms waking up.

“somewhere safe, I told you.” said Killian with a grin on his face.

” in a jungle? Sure! What’s next ? Your best friend is a chimpanzee ?”

” hm. ” said Killian as he raised his eyebrows with a small to tell Monarch to look ahead. It was like an opening of a tunnel, it was a field; not natural as it looked like some hundreds of thousand of people took away the trees. They crossed that field which was over a mile long to reach the end, Killian got out of the car and asked Monarch to come out. They both stood at the end of that empty field just a feet or two from a very steep fall. It felt to Monarch like he was standing at the top of a huge mountain as he looked around and enjoyed the mesmerising potraits of nature Killian pointed down the hill and showed Monarch a small village. 

“what is that? A village? Down there?”

” yes kid, a place where we will be safe.” 

” how do you know this place?” asked Monarch curiously 

” there are a lot of things you still don’t know about me, now help me light this car up.”

“what the.. Why in the world you want to light this car up!” Monarch shouted in surprise as Killian walked to open the trunk of the car and get their bags out.

” Sometimes I don’t understand whatever you do dad. ”

” I know, that’s why I am your dad and not the other way around. ” he smiled.

They set fire to the pretty little hatchback which helped them escape Valkin. They started their descent which will take a day for them. They did not stop as they held every branch as the ran down the hill to reach that village as fast as they can. After about ten hours of walking, jumping and taunting each other about who is faster they finally reached the end of their descent. They still walked about three miles of dense forest which guarded the village and finally the saw the end of the huge trees. They reached the place Killian was so sure would be safe, As they came they were first stopped by the ten guards who were standing at the huge gate which stood about 20 feet tall, it was made up of logs which were very perfectly crafted to be pointed at both ends; made it difficult to climb. So as they were surrounded by the guards with swords and knives. Monarch got scared and got his hands up in a stance to fight; he was entirely covered in sweat within seconds. “Yeah this is very safe, I feel so safe! Now I know why people want to kill you dad!” shouted Monarch as he was surrounded by the swords on his neck

 Killian was standing behind everyone about five feet away with a smile while Monarch was inside that circle with about a centimetre away from his death, he took out his pack of cigarettes, light up one and said “I see you all are very young so you probably wont remember me, Just tell Vanko Esios that Killian is here.” Everyone looked at Killian as they were shocked, specially the guards who were in a surprise that how can a man they never saw knows someone from the head family of the village. One of the guards asked the other “Go in and ask about this man to Sir Vanko, if he says yes then we will let them in or I dig a grave using this man’s own bones.”

“yes sir.” Said the younger guard. 

After thirty minutes of waiting for Killian and a challenge of not blinking an eye and moving a muscle for Monarch, the younger guard returned and said. “I am so sorry sir, I did not recognize you from the photos in the Family Hall of the village, you never used to have any comrades..” with a pause and continued little hesitated “or.. or a beard, sir”

“ hahaha no worries young man, This is not my comrade he is my kid and about the beard; well, if nothing changed there wouldn’t be any butterflies right ?”

“yes sir.” Said the young guard as every one around put down their swords and looked upto Killian very curiously. “who is he” the question every guard was asking in their minds and the look on Monarch’s face could be defined as the funniest confused face Killian has ever seen. The guards opened the door and let them in, as soon as the younger guard closed the door the other nine guards came to him to ask what happened, he said  “This is the man who saved us from the four dark years and that bandit, he was living in the Esio’s house when he was hurt and trained with them too! He has picture in the Family Hall but we did not recognize him” Everyone felt guilty to stop and threaten a man who saved their families from severe poverty and death,  but they were gone in the village now. Who knows if they will cross a path with that man again. 

As for the duo,they finally reached inside the walls and as they walked around the village which was surprisingly bigger than what Monarch expected. Even the people were not what Monarch expected, he thought the people living in the middle of nowhere would be roaming around naked and wearing colorful paints on their faces but he was totally wrong when he saw the very well engineered houses in which people who are probably more civilized than the gangsters in his town lived. The people living in the village were almost the same as the people who lived in the cities or towns, the only difference Monarch could tell was that these villagers were more humble and nicer than the people in the town, or maybe they did not see the darkness of crimes in here as much as it is outside in the hideous world; but he was wrong. They walked around until the saw a house, which was firstly- too modern to be in a village and secondly too neat to be in a town. It was like one of those Japanese temples Monarch saw in the movies, beautifully structured and crafted with some wood around the corner and a garden with small trees added to the beauty of it. Killian stood in front  of it and Monarch thought he was too admiring the  beauty but to his shock, Killlian said “welcome kid,  welcome to The House of Esio’s” 

“You say as if you have been here dad, what the hell is going on?” Monarch was now restless as almost everything was getting more and more confusing for him, he walked in with his dad. There was bell which was hanging right outside a wooden door with the carvings of animals on both sides. Killian rang the bell three times and the gate was opened by a very old man, who was probably a butler or servant in that big house. They walked in and Killian asked to that man, “is Vanko home?”

“why wouldn’t I be?” said a voice from the floor above, a man came down who was about the same age as Killian should be. He walked towards Killian and greeted him wiith a smile and hugged him. “long time my friend, how are you?” 

“in trouble as usual, my friend.” Replied Killian with a smile

“MY FRIEND? Did you just say you have a friend!” shouted Monarch 

“haha yes my dear little Monarch, your dad has a friend.” Said Vanko 

“ how do you know  my name?” asked Monarch in a very low voice 

“don’t worry kid, I only have one friend” interrupted Killian.

“Where are my manners? Come on in you two” said Vanko and took Monarch and Killian inside his house. 

The house was even bigger and more beautiful from the inside, with a lot of marble statues and white colored walls with paintings to add the feel of royalty to it. Vanko sat down on a big red colored chair, which suited him, vanko was about five feet ten and kept a big moustache with sutble beard around the cheeks. He looked like a prince recently descended to the throne of the king. They all were brought tea to refresh themselves as the rooms were getting settled by the servants, Monarch was awkwardly sitting with his hands on his thighs and waiting to talk to Killian to clear some air about all the mystery. “you want something kid” asked Killian

“answers, dad.” Swiftly replied Monarch

“let me tell him Killian, you go and rest while I take this young man on a stroll to our heritage and our friendship.” Said Vanko as he got up and asked Monarch to come with him, he took him through a door which opened to a backyard with a small fountain and a big garden, Vanko said come here and sit down. He sat on the soft grass and Monarch sat down too. “so tell me what this is about….”

“you can call me Vanko or Uncle if you wish to.” Responded to the hesitation of the incomplete sentence of Monarch 

“how about both.” Smiled Monarch

“alright kid. So what do you want to know.” Said Vanko

“ everything, how my father knows you and everyone here knows  him too; I want to know everything”

“okay, so few years back. Before he brought you home, Killian was a very skilled man. A man of his own will and own choices, he went wherever he thought he could help. Our village was in a very bad phase of its history as we were nothing but the collectors or ‘godowners’ as they called us; the miners who used to dig out the gold and precious stones but because they could not travel at night, they hired us to keep their collection of the day safe in our houses in return of some good comission. This was going  very well until a bandit arrived in the jungle, he used to loot the carts and even stole a lot from us, and killed a lot of guards and innocent villagers in the process, he used to carry something we don’t use- guns.  He was precise and almost as good as your dad. To keep our village safe, my elder brother and my father invented a fighting technique to help our villagers feel safer. We call it the Esio form of fighting. This looting and killing kept going on for four long years, the rich miners forcefully took our men to guard their caravans and eventually almost everyone of them died, until one day a young man came to our door. He looked very tired but you can tell it from his eyes that he was a very focused and determined young man. He asked for the head of the village and my father went to him, all he  said was “I can help you, let me help you.” My father trusted his instinct and took help from the young man whose name was Killian, he killed that bandit by keeping the explosives inside the bag of what that bandit thought was filled with rubies or gold. You know when you do thing continuously for a longer time you become careless, and that is what your dad took advantage of but what followed was pure horror. The bandit had a good connection in the market, I guess. A lot of fighters came to destroy our village and kill everyone but it was your dad’s bravery and knowledge which kept us alive. My father and my brother were martyred in the faith that Killian and I can still save this village. In that fight, your father was shot at six different places, four of them flesh wounds though. We brought him in the Esio House and healed him back to health, after healing Killian spent about a year training and learning our culture. He became my brother. This is the history of your father and our village.” Vanko took a deep breath and Monarch was filled with pride but there were some tears brewing in his eyes. He never thought that Killian ever helped so many people and saved so many lives. Later that day he went to Killian’s room and asked “how long are we staying”

“until I figure out a way out of this mess.” Replied Killian as he was looked out of the window and smoking his cigarette

“ I like it here though.”

“who won’t.” said Killian.

Days passed, weeks passed as they conceived a sense of belonging in this village, between these people. Monarch was learning the Esio fighting techniques from Killian and Vanko and everything seemed fine. 

“its been two months I guess.”

“yeah more or less.” Said Killian as they both sipped their tea one fine morning in the backyard of the Esio’s House.

“I think we should start some business here dad”

“dad ?”

Killian was frozen, he shouted “get in!!”

He heard the noise of the helicopter which was coming their way, he held Monarch from his collar and ran inside dragging him. That helicopter stalled just above the Esio’s House and then the ropes were thrown down, Monarch was asked to sit tight in a room, he went to the window as he saw his dad walking towards the backyard, every guard ran to where the ropes were thrown, and then there was silence, a moment before storm. One gunshot was fired from the end of the helicopter, then a man looked down, he wore a mask. A black colored bag on his face, he held a speaker in his hand and said “I told your mister D’vour we know everywhere you worked and every job pulled off, I must say finding this place was difficult but I am glad we met again, breaking the rules.” Monarch was terrified by the voice of the man, Killian asked one guard to bring his bag of guns and the other to get every man out of this village as soon as possible and then followed the men getting down from the ropes, firing everywhere and at everything they saw. Monarch jerked and went away from the window, he thought a bullet might come through it. He couldn’t see outside now, all he heard were the screams of the guards. He joined his hands and started praying to God to keep his father safe. After five hours of non stop gunshots, screams and blood rivers in the corridor which sent some streams in the room too, it stopped. The door thrashed open, Monarch was standing in the corner holding the walls; he cried he begged for his life to the man who came in with a gun pointing at Monarch’s  head. He pulled the trigger to shoot Monarch, he flinched his eye; the man missed. Monarch opened his eyes to see that the man did not miss, his hand was moved the moment he pulled the trigger by a sword that made its way through the chest of that man, as that man fell Monarch saw the saviour of his life- his dad. Killian was covered  in red, he fell down on his knees then took the support of the wall beside him, he said “you are safe kid, go get the ladies out of the basement and help every injured”

“but dad, what about..”

“including me kid, including me. Now go!”

“Monarch ran through the corridor, he slipped two times because of the blood. He went to the basement and  opened the door to find about fifty women and children, he said “everything is safe, come out and help the injured; those who can” with a prententious smile. After helping everyone alive and letting the families of those who passed away know, he came back to the House and asked the old butler, “ he did not have any family left?” 

“ No sir, he had no family.” Replied the butler. Monarch asked the women and the older men about how to perform the last rights, he buried Vanko’s body as the only thing closest to the family he had, but he knew he may have to do another as Killian’s health was getting worse day after day. Killian called  for Monarch after three days of the attack in the house. “Remember what I told you about old lovers who won’t leave you?” asked Killian

“yes dad, I do.” Said Monarch as he sat near Killian’s feet on the bed

“want to know about who loved me like that?”

“sure  dad. Tell me”

“My lover,kid, was death. She came to visit me so many times in my life but I cheated on her, maybe now I gotta leave to be with her.”

“don’t say like this dad.” his eyes were getting full of tears.

“listen to me kid,  I have lied to you in all these years and even about this, I was the one who betrayed the Agency, I was the one.”

“what are you talking about dad?” he was confused

“that day when we were hired to kill your father, I did my homework on your father. I knew he had a family and a kid. When we were at Valkin, I escaped the factory for sometime, I went to your place and after your father was gone to the factory, I took your mother out of the house and I sent her with the neighbours, then I outran your father, reached the factory before he could after that when the neighbours beat him up, he was not able to check if your mother was still in the house.”

“what are you talking about dad!! Is my mother alive!! Where is she!?” he screamed in his cry

“after  I brought you home, I took care of her health and I made sure that she gets a new life under a new name and in a place far far away from everyone”

“where is she!” he cried more and begged to his dad to tell him

“in a place where I could never find any redemption..” became the last words of Killian. 

Another minute of Monarch’s dream passed, he felt the rain more softly at his forehead. He waited for his death, waited to remember happiness in his life. He waited for another minute of his dream.

Finding around 

My response to today’s daily prompt which said – original.

Today’s world is all materialistic; totally and foolishly looking around for acceptance of who they are not instead of accepting who originally they are. Life is too short and it is too easy to look around and become somebody else whereas it’s quite hard to love what you are and show your moonshine- bright yet soft. Love what you are and not what everybody else wants to see. They love what they picture is perfect, and we will find different paths to perfect for every human we cross our way. Make your own path and become your own perfect because there is nothing as beautiful as an – original.


Episode 3 – Existance 

The door thrashed open by the kick of that huge man. Killian was sleeping alongside his kid, Monarch. They woke up by the sound of the door and saw a man over six feet tall and huge in size, he had a gun and without thinking of anything he shoots targeting Killian as he was standing shocked of what in the world is suddenly happening to him. He slips away the first gunshot and as he does, Monarch tries and hold the Man’s hand to take the gun out. Killian makes a run for his knife under the bed and puts it in through the back of the man, sliding it in the heart. As that man fell down, Killian puts his feet on his chest and asks softly,
 “Who sent you?”

“The people you and your friends betrayed.” And loses his breath.

Killian asks monarch to check around if someone else is also here. Monarch went Killian dragged out this man somehow, and threw him off in the garbage collection.

“No one will care about you.” He said as he closed the lid of the box and went home.

“What was all that about ?” asked Monarch.

“Nothing kid, go to sleep you have work tomorrow and even I was thinking to come down there for a coffee.”

“That will be nice but I will be expecting some answers from you tomorrow, dad.”

Yes that is what Monarch called him.

One bad day, that is all it took to change the life of a boy who sat on the first bench in school and loved soccer; all it took was once glance at the gushing red corpse of his own mother and the screams of the man who killed her, his father. 

The old man who took Monarch in, was Killian, a man who was terminated from field duty from the  army because he was accused of costing the lives of thirteen of his brothers in arms in the field. The afternoon in the field, it was dusty and nobody could have seen the way bullets were coming from. fourteen brave men, trapped in their sand bunker in the middle of the desert, cavalry was far but those fourteen fought with their will and determination to, not to win the war but to survive. It went down till the dawn, and there were lights everywhere; up in the sky there were stars and down here, demons, firing blindly into the bunker, all anybody could see was the spark which happens when a shot goes off, those tiny lights from the barrel of every gun just made the night light up like Christmas but with more Satan in it. And then it was just one bullet which burned everything, it hit the very grenade which was in the hand of a fellow soldier of Killian who was about to throw it, unpinned and ready to blast, who knew it will go off on the inside. But it did, it went off, one room with thirteen soldiers dead and only one man alive, a curse he had to live with and a burden of  regret that he was alive when everyone else is gone, he had to carry.  and  with no enemy nearby, the guilt arrow pointed towards Killian for carelessly and mistakenly costing the lives of everyone else in that room.

 “May their soul rest in peace, and may yours, never. “ He said to the jury and the judge after they released him permanently from duty and snatched every badge and medal he won for serving eight  years in the army. He did not stop looking for redemption that day since for he had sinned being alive and was not able to save any of them. He lives that minute of horror everyday, every night.

He is a mercenary now, in his own way, takes the contracts only which will end some bad from this evil world, like burning the owner of a pharmacetiucal company alive. Killian is a man of sheer focus and determination. He studies his contract and job perfectly before doing it so there is no chances of regretion in the future.

Killian is now about in his early forties and lived alone in his small apartment in the outskirts of Valkin where there are just about handful of people because there is a little or no maintainence of the roads that leads to that area, its bushy and surrounded by small trees like a wall covering a fortress. But now there was his redemption living alongside him, his way to seek forgiveness from the thirteen souls he failed- Monarch, this is the name he gave to the little boy he brought in ten years ago from the streets of Valkin to live with him. Killian never told Monarch that he was one of the people of killed his father, how could he? He did want the kid to think that he was not able to save his father… or mother. 

Monarch now works in a coffee shop in the town, the one that Kern owns.

 “He is a good kid, always smiling at the customers. Brings a sense optimism in here.” Said Kern when one day Killian decided to go there. Killian saw Monarch serving coffee to the customer with a smile, and it just made him feel blessed to raise a kid so humble in this cruel world. Monarch always loved his long black hair, it reminded him of his mother. Monarch gets up early and walks to the coffee shop, not that he cannot afford a vehicle, but because Killian always asked him to remain as low profile as he can because nobody knows how many enemies Killian made throughout the years. 

Killian was a man of secrets, some of them were buried so deep in his heart that even he did not know how to get them out. One night, he was remembering the day he killed Monarch’s father. How he was given the contract and how he executed it. One the night Killian came out of the shop he buys his cigarette from and was walking towards his home in a town far from Valkin.

 “ Killian D’vour. “ said a man who was standing right behind Killian.

 “ Nobody knows my full name” said Killian and slowly moved his hand to get his knife out of his sleeve but the man replied 

“Yes you can say that, we are nobody and We are nothing. But we know who you are and what you did Mister D’Vour, and please try not to turn around and put that knife back before our sniper on the building ahead of you takes a clean shot through your neck. “

“ Alright you made your point asshole, but half of it. What do you want ? “ said killian and kept his knife back. 

“ You are a quick learner indeed, we need your assistance mister D’Vour. ”

“ I don’t work anonymous darling, I like transparency.”

“So I have been told, trust me mister D’Vour you would like it this way. “

“ I don’t think so. “

“ Ahh, you see Mister D’Vour we might be kind enough to provide you with a name. lets call us the Agency, and we are the people who are always expressed as the kind you don’t do business with. I hope you are not scared “

“So you are the Government “

“In a way, yes. In another way, the opposite. “

“Alright, what do you need from me? “

“ Like I mentioned earlier, we need your assistance. “

“ I’m listening.”

“ Okay so, if you are going to work for us let me make something clear for your Mister D’vour. We don’t work with anyone more than once, We don’t share anything except the information about your target and money. “

“That is simple. “

“And yes, if you try to fuck with us Mister D’Vour, we promise to burn you alive slowly and in every inhumane way possible and thinkable to anybody. We will make you beg for your death for years if you even put a scratch by your nail on us. “

“Agreed. “

“Good now everything about your target is in the file at your desk in your apartment, don’t even think how we find you mister D’Vour.“

“Okay and how will I get paid ? “

“ Half of the money is already in your bank account, mister D’Vour. “

“ How were you so sure that I will do this job for you “

“We followed every trace of you and every job you did, you never did any job which did not provide justice to somebody. You never do dirty work and trust us, Killian D’Vour, you will  be thankful for this.”

“Lets see about that part. “

“Okay so now you will walk towards your apartment without even blinking your eyes, a wrong movement will blow you to hell. “

Killian remembers this conversation as if it happened last night, the voice that talked to him was husky and heavy as if to kill your eardrums if he shouted. 

Killian got on his way and after some minutes he realized the lazer around his body was gone, “Must be gone, that sniper fellow. “ said Killian.

He got back home and rushed to his desk, lit up his cigarette and sat down and there it was; the proof that what happened to him an hour ago was not a prank. He opened the package, the file. There was everything about Klafh Pharma, the small medicine manufacturer who was slipping away the raw form of his drug in the market to the youth. Killian was surprised, angry and upset at the same time.

He thought, “how can a man send young kids down to this hell hole path of drug abuse. The man with the rough voice was right, this might as well be the best thing I have done ever since,  all I have done is taking out mob boses and two bit gangsters.  I might do some good when I take this man out.”

He read the file, it was absolutely thorough, who Klafh was and about his habits and timing of his office visits. When he was done reading about everything, the last page consisted of a phone number which might get things in motion for Killian, he called and the voice on the other side was of the same man who talked to him earlier that night.

“ Mister D’Vour, how nice of you to agree to our terms. Should I take this call as an affirmative that you will provide us with your assistance in our small operation?”


“ Okay then Mister D’vour, my colleagues will pick you up at 0600 hours tomorrow. “

“To where?”

“ You see, our operation is small but there is a room for partnership and money for everybody. You will be meeting your temporary brothers in arms in this operation tomorrow morning so be ready and try not to fight with them, they all think they are the best but we know who is right ? “

“ yeah nice joke, Dickhead.”

“ I’ll be watching you, Mister D’Vour.”

“Hangs up like a creep.” Killian said as he puffed in his last cigarette for the night. He needed rest but more, preparation for tomorrow. He got up from his desk and went into his bedroom. It was a small one window bedroom like those cheap hotels have in the movies, he pushed his small bed and took out his bag of guns and things he will be needing tomorrow. 

“What should I wear ?” he wondered like a kid going for prom night, 

“ ahh fuck it, its gonna be red in the end.”

Killian was always talking to himself about how he was gonna die before every contract. He was always thinking ahead of time and never forgot to think logically.

“A part of him wanted to survive and a part of him wanted to die, I guess no soldier ever comes back from a war.”

He packed his armory and went for his sleep. He travelled around the world for things like these and few years back he was out in a small village to catch some bandit who was stealing precious stones from the poor local miners, he got shot and people of that village healed him back to health. A family was very famous there, the Esios family. They were the pioneers of a very new,very deadly form of hand to hand skill and fighting techniques of  the same name- the Esio. The family took care of his health and as Killian was up and about as a healthy horse they also taught him a way to get half an hour of sleep and still feel afresh like a whole night sleep. He practiced that ever since, but tonight he needed more than sleep, he needed his will to do justice to the people he thought he failed, the thirteen souls he failed. He woke up and went down from his apartment to find a man waiting outside his house, he was tall and wore totally the opposite type of clothes an assassin or henchman would wear, that man was wearing a tshirt and baggy like a rap artist. 

He smiled and said “You must be Killian ?” 

“Yes, but who the hell are you ?”

“That should not be your concern buddy, now I am asked to make you wear these and take you somewhere.” as he took out an empty black bag from his pocket.
“ I need some confirmation.”

“ they told me you were naïve, Mister D’Vour. “

“Motherfucker, you call me that again, I am going to slit your throat with a fucking pencil !”

And Killian took that bag and wore it and how he could not see anything. 

That man who looked like a poor and not talented wanna be machine gun Kelly took him into a car and drove off. After two hours of journey they stopped, Killian was brought out by the same man and he took the bag off his head. Killian turned around and said “ I knew it was a van.”

“ Alright then, see you mate. “ and they man drove out.

Killian was standing in an empty grass field surrounded by trees, he could not recognize where he was and why he was brought here to meet some people; his temporary brothers in arms. It was eight oclock and was freezing so he reached for his pack of Camel and light it up only to hear the murmuring of trees, like an animal coming towards him. He got his guard up and got ready for it only to find a man coming in by cutting the dense bushes around him and making a way. He was of Killian’s height and he instantly recognized that Killian was from the army by the way he stood with his gun in his hand. 

“Retired ?” asked the young man with a smile 

“Voluntarily. ” replied Killian

“So you were also brought here for the medicine guy?”

“Yeah I guess.”

And before the young guy could say anything, the same van in which Killian came honked and took their attention. The van stopped and three other men, two of them were mercenaries but one other man was wearing a white suit with a red tie, like a corrupted minister out for no good. He was covering his face with a black plastic bag as well and when he spoke, Killian knew who it was; the same man he met last night. 

“Okay, so I hope it was not a long drive from home boys.”

Clapped his hands once and continued,

“Since we all are here, I should brief you on what you have to do. Its simple, go to the factory. Kill the guy and go back home with the money, you will find a road about a mile towards east and here is the key to the car that is waiting there for you gentlemen, please bring it back in one piece. Let me remind you, there will be no extraction or any form of assistance provided if you get into trouble, your operation will end as soon as you terminate that man and burn down that drug plant, money will be transferred when the authenticity of the operation is verified by my colleagues. Any side tasks or form of act that would jeopardize the operation will not be tolerated. This is the last of me or my Agency any one you will see. Thank you very much it was nice doing business with you gentlemen.” He handed the key to the young kid who Killian met first, and got into the van and drove back. All the men introduced themselves and went to the direction they were told. It took them about whole day to get out of that swamp. It was about evening they reached the town called Valkin and found the car which was there, as they were driving to the plant a man softly spoke,

“ I know how we can make some more money out of this, its simple- we ask the man to give the drug or the money and make profits out of it.” 

“Good for you man but I am not taking any part in this.” Said Killian as they reached the plant to find there was no sign of the man who owned it, Killian knew that man had a family. As the mercenaries thrashed the place and kicked every worker out of the plant, one of them asked with anger,

 “Now where the hell is this Killian guy, its been twenty minutes he is gone.” 

“I don’t know.” Said the kid and Killian returned back after a while, they were done waiting for that man so they asked one of the worker for the telephone number and called his place, he agreed to come and as soon as he came, the mercenary who said he will make money of it asked him to bring money so he went back and came back after a while, he went down on his knees begging for his life as Killian watched from a distance that mercenary whispered something in that man’s ear and threw him inside the building and burned him. Some time after the man was killed and confirmed. One of them said “lets leave. Its done.”

“I’ll stay for sometime.” Said killian as he watched the building burn and a small kid looking at it. He went to the kid and took him home. 

Now as the past is coming back to them  and what  followed changed everything for Monarch and Killian. This happened in a minute in Monarch’s head as he struggled to grasp one breath while he was dripping red from his lips and almost from every part of his body, and next minute of his dream reminded him of love, betrayal and life. 

Episode 2 – Monarch. 

Breeze kissing his cheeks as he walked down the slope which leads to his house,
Remembering how he ran in those same streets as a kid, fell down and got up countless times.

How he taught himself to ride a bicycle, and to get up whenever he crashed. As he crossed uncle Kern’s café  which always was the best to have the good tasting cookies he was fond of as a child in this weather. He stopped there only to surprise uncle kern, who was too old to recognize anyone now but he did follow the way Monarch smiled and called him ‘ol’ kern’. Nobody forgets the dorky kid who was thin and kept short hair; who used to get bullied by other kids and always hid behind the cookie showcase praying they don’t catch him. Uncle Kern’s bakery was a synonym of what a perfect bakery and coffee shop could be. Always serving the best coffee and cookies to the customers sitting out in the open garden of his café. As a kid, Monarch was always astonished by the things which were simple yet elegant;  filtered coffee, cookies, swords and knives.

So simple, just a bit of milk and coffee to get the blood running or just a metal which is sharp enough to cut through them. Whatever or whoever it might be.
As usual he drank his coffee and ate those amazing biscuits and went on his way home but the moment he was leaving the old man asked him why he is back  after eleven long years, all Monarch replied to this was: “we all come back home someday, don’t we?” and went out of the café smiling.

Although Valkin did not have anything so special to be missed for, only some thousands of people who live there, live because of the kind of town it was; always quite and mysterious, filled with trees and gardens for kids to play, a kind of town where a man would like to retire and spend rest of his life in.

Monarch used to wear glasses when he was in school, always sitting in the front to study and score good, because that is what his parents wanted. Although he was more curious in the field activities of the school but was always denied the request to participate by Klafh, his father. He had height and color typical to the people belonging to valkin, pale white and about six feet tall and always kept beard long enough to hide his lips. He was fiend when it came to disagreement among his family. He was always bossy and ended his day with two glasses of whisky. He was not the best father and definitely not a good husband and though Oris was always among the kindest women. She was tired and exhausted of the bruises she got everyday after little  Monarch went to sleep, sometimes even when he was awake.

She had the most beautiful eyes, large and blue. As if to teach anybody the deepest darkest secrets of the oceans once they look inside them. Her hair fell down till her waist, dense and black unlike most redheaded women in the town.

He was recalling that day, the one day that changed the  town and life of Monarch.

He was 15, returning from his soccer trials in the evening, the time Klafh usually returns home for supper, But today he was early from work only to find the house being locked as Oris was also out to get some batteries for the torch she bought earlier.

Klafh grew angrier as he waited outside in the harsh heat of his craving for his drink, he grew restless. He waited on the stairs outside his house which was on the road opposite of a small garden for the kids in his locality. He put his gloves and hammer down as he lit up his camel to give him some comfort. After a while he saw Oris returning from the road which was a little steep if an old man tried to walk down from it. “Gorgeous” he whispered to himself as he saw her smiling at him and showing him the batteries from a distance, as if to assure him she was only out because it was urgent.

All the time he waited, Klafh did not think of where his little son was.

Oris came close to her husband and said “let’s go honey, it is too hot to be sitting out”

Klafh nodded in agreement and went in following the love of his life.

As they entered Klafh helped Oris with her bag and coat then rushed in for his drink, only to notice  the house was quite than usual. He wondered where the little one was, not with worry but with anger. He told Oris not to let him out to play for somedays. He went back in the kitchen with his empty glass of whiskey to ask Oris about their son.

He asked, in a way it would make you hide the truth: “Where is he ?”

And Oris just reminding herself what she thought she would say when the time comes, said firmly : “He is out.”

Obviously, a drunk who is restless lost his calm. He threw his glass to the other side of the kitchen making Oris jerk out of horrors to follow.

He held her by the her beautiful black hair, asked her again : “ tell me where he is, and this time answer me with something that would make this less painful for you “

And she shouted in pain  : ” He is out and I ASKED HIM TO GO!”

He removed his hand, went in the other room for the baseball bat he bought to scare and fight if any theif came but today it was for Oris.

Meanwhile, Monarch being happy that he got selected in the team for the tournament, was almost home as he came running to tell this news to his father and mother.

By now Klafh took out all his adrenaline onto Oris, his bat was dripping in red, which got mixed with what was the artificial pink color Oris was putting into her cake for his son.

Oris lying down, unfortunatelty still breathing was saved more pain by the phone that rang in her bedroom, “the dial tone of the phone was never so pleasant” she thought.

Klafh went in to receive to call as he was done beating his wife to pulp. He went in and sat on the bed and receieved the call and the voice on the other side said: “we are here Klafh,  here in your shitty office. Come down here right now or we will make sure you never walk again “. Then the man on the other side hung up, the beep sound after  that made Klafh realise that this isn’t going to be an easy day.

Klafh was always neck down with the wrong people, Klafh sold them the raw version of what his company makes for cough syrups as drugs. Now the demand got larger and Klafh did not see a way to tell them he cannot supply it anymore.

Terrified , Klafh took his coat and as he walked through the corridor he saw Oris sitting on the  floor taking support of the wall in the kitchen with her head up  as if to gather some courage to get on her feet. He said : “ this isn’t over yet,  we will talk after I come back. “

Monarch  now could  see his home, he imaged his mother’s pretty smile which she would have when he will  return home and tell her about his selection in the team. He saw his house and his father walking in a hurry away from his house, he shouted “Father! Is mother home ? “

Klafh avoided even turning his head and answering.

“it is funny how fear makes love a strange feeling”

Little Monarch stood outside for about fifteen minutes trying to reach the doorbell, which he did for six times but his mother did not open the door. Exhausted he tried to open the door by himself and for his surprise he was able to open it, as it weren’t locked by his father. He went in with his dirty soccer shoes shouting : “ mother, I am home “

Meanwhile, Klafh was handed his ultimatum to provide the drug or to give the equivalent amount to it.

“ Give it to us Klafh or we light up this place with you inside it. “ said the henchman.

He promised them to get the money in an hour and started walking back to his home.

He first went to the bedroom without noticing what was in the kitchen, he got a little worried as Oris never made him wait for a minute for his food after he was back from his school.  He got thirsty and went in the kitchen, the table in the center was hiding his mother, as he was not tall enough to see beyond the table, he saw the pinkish red color blood on the floor, coming from beneath the table slowly flowing towards his feet. His heart bursted in shock when he found his mother sitting there, her head up, her feet straight and one hand on her thigh and one hand  on the floor. Her head was hit against a truck which did  not stop after hitting her once. Monarch stood three feet away, he was blank in his mind. He could not register what was happening, what happened to his mother. A  moment ago he saw her smile and how he will never even see her move again. All he could see was  red, and the box of color near her on the floor. He went close to his mother one more time, he held up her arm from her thigh,kept his head on her lap and asked her to wake up. He sang the lullaby she used to sing for him everyday but she wouldn’t wake up. He looked across the room while lying in her lap to see a shattered glass which was his father’s, he got up and ran to tell his father what has happened to his mother, he was scared. He couldn’t think of anything else except for his Oris’s face which was  covered in red. He ran blindly towards his father’s office, only to find him outside walking towards him. He was looking frustrated and tired. He ran into him, he hugged Klafh’s leg and cried : “ father.. mother….mother..”

Klafh lifted him up and went in the house, he saw his crime the moment he entered the house as there were his neighbours waiting for him. One of them saw Klafh hitting Oris with the bat and after little boy went out looking for his father, they got curious and curiousity of the neighbours caught Klafh red handed. As Monarch saw neighbours hold his father he felt something we wish we never have to feel. His mother dead, killed  by his father and he stood there, in the corridor watching his mother lying and the screams of all the people in the house.

Somehow Klafh freed himself from the grasp of the people and ran to his office where the people were waiting for him, he went there empty handed and fell down to his knees in front of the henchman saying “Help me and I will give you what you need. “

Henchman helped him up and whispered in his ear,

“ A man will tell you what you want to hear when he is dying, and that my friend will always be a lie “

And threw him inside the building and started the fire, Klafh ran to every possible way he thought will lead him to his freedom but little did he know, his time to answer to every sin he committed was today. He was burning alive, shouting and crying for help as the people of the town saw this as they stood outside with every eye eventually looking at that one little boy. He stood there, silent as he watched the murderer of his mother cry for help, no tear was shed. He stood there like the only survivor out of a war, a gruesome war. The rage, the fear and the sorrow of everything that happened in one day, it took away his soul to a place far far away.

After some hours, a lot of people left. Some henchmen stayed to check if Klafh was alive and between them was a man, maybe in his early 30’s, he was tall and built like an athelete. He saw the little crying boy in a way we see own reflection in the mirror. All the time, he stood stood there, he was told everything that boy suffered in the past ten hours. The little boy, standing the same way he stood the moment he came there. The man walked upto him and asked “ what is your name little man ? “

The boy, at first said nothing. After a pause he said “ you can call me whatever you want. “

The man was surprised and took the boy’s hand and said “let me help you, tell me what you like.”

The boy said “ soccer. “

The old man said “ alright let’s get some shoes for you then, you would like that won’t you.”

He held his hand and took the boy with him.

“Can you tell me your name now?” He asked with a smile

” Monarch” the little boy answered with a broken voice

“Do you know what your name means?” Asked the man

“the one who conquered everything ” said the boy.

And this name was everything ever since that day.

” what happens in life is never predictable, everything can change in one bad day. ”

One minute of his dream was the day his life changed, what came next gave him some relief.

Death, betrayel and sorrow changed his life, and love showed him hope…


That stranded road was terrifyingly quiet, anybody could hear and feel every drop of the rain falling from the sky.

That rain was heavy; yet comforting reminded him of his mother’s lap in which he always sought the love he thought he wanted. This rain reminded him of all those moments of happiness he spent loving in this rain but tonight he knew it was his last. 

The night of 24th june, he knew he was dying. His will is giving up, every heartbeat was heavy and yet they were slowly fading every minute as he lied there waiting for something he never thought would happen.

How can he forget something he always loved??

His vision was getting blurry, his eyes were closing on their own. He saw that stranded road took a breath and smelled the land which was drenched in the water around him; pinkish red as it were. His blood all over and he thought he might take a minute of rest than to fight the pain so he closed his eyes in acceptance that he won’t be able to open it again. 

And now he could remember.

You know they say how our brain shows us seven minutes of our memory in a dream sequence right when we die? 

And he started remembering one already.. 


You know I don’t care now, whatever is gonna happen to me it’s gonna be worth of what I deserve. I look upon the stars with a terrible hope to join them someday, maybe soon enough. I feel different, I have this unrest inside me. The kind you can’t fight, the unstoppable feeling of suffocation. Like something is pulling you inside, your throat becomes heavy you’re unable to say anything. That small amount of pain, it’s so elegant in a way because you’ll never be able to explain it to anyone. It just can be felt not understood. The pain of being heartbroken, of knowing you won’t last long. Of knowing that you can’t be happy, The pain is unparalleled.

Can you love someone so much ?

Do you know how much heartache it needs for someone to get self destructive?

When you’ve opened yourself so much to someone that they know all about you including your vulnerabilities, they know what hurts you and what’s surely going to kill you. Isn’t that amazing ? Leaving your life in someone hands , making yourself beg to not to die because of them? Can you love someone so much that you can be happy if they kill you for their happiness and not see what you’re going through. Yes, love can be that tricky. Love can make you feel like a failure, make you self destruct. It can make you see yourself in a position where dying seems easy than going through what you don’t deserve. 
Being in love is easy, fighting for it is easy. But knowing that you have to suffer with the one you love , to overcome every worse nightmarish situations together is the toughest thing to do. 

That’s what it takes, love doesn’t ask you to fight for it. It ask for your patience, your strength and you obsession with each other to face every thing that comes in way. 

When everything goes fine and suddenly in one day, everything shatters right in front of your eyes. It breaks you, from the deepest portions in your soul to the extend where you see no end to the pain. 

You know what it takes to make yourself self destructive? 

One bad day. 

Yes, it might be going on from a long time but you have hopes, you have your courage, you convince yourself that you can make it work, that you can make it right and you try to put that optimism into your other half but it turns out to the opposite. It kills all your hopes and all your efforts in that one instance. 

You ask yourself the some questions that comes firstly into your heart and they stay there forever. 

WHY ? Why is this happening?  Did I do something wrong? Why me ? 

You ask yourself if it was not my fault then why am I getting punished ? 

The love you have gives you the strength to hold on, to wait and to try again. And again. Because you can’t see youself without something you built with love and cared for it and nurtured it for years. You want it, you don’t understand how but you want it all back. You remember all the little things you both did together to very small details. All those memories, no matter how small they seem to be, they give you strength. Your love gives you strength to be there even if they want to leave, but it doesn’t gives you the power to handle yourself from the thoughts that you’re not needed anymore. That you’re the past for someone you made your future with. That you’re the one in their old books when you are still writing another chapter. After everything, you don’t have any reasons from them and it kills you more. You wonder if you’re not enough for them anymore? 

You provide yourself the false hopes you were once fed , because you love them to the extend that there’s no end to it. You can’t see past them. It’s true that there’s always one person loving other more than they do. You risked everything from them and you never asked anything in return and even after being so selfless all you got was the memories you made together. 

You love them but they don’t want you. It’s the most hurtful thing any one can go through. 

But you still try, everyday. To get them back, to convince them that you can be better. That you can make it work.

You love her, and being self destructive comes as a perk. 

Your absence makes me suffer.


Stay, I’ll make it worth.

We all have our stories, we all have our heartbreaks.

It’s been so many years we were together and now look at where we’re heading. We’re parting ways and I can tell that you’re now far gone. I miss you so much I can’t breathe.

I tried my best to let you know that I’ll try again and again to make you happy. I know I was not perfect but I’ll try to be, isn’t that worth staying?  

I didn’t wanna write this as I go along with days filled with tears in my eyes, pain in the chest and a cigarette in my mouth, but I realize how happy you are. It calms me for a minute but then I do not see myself near you and it torns me apart to know that I’m not there to share your happiness or am not the reason for it anymore.

My absence does not haunts you?

Don’t you feel the void in your life?

Don’t you think I deserve a second chance? That WE deserve a second chance?

Am sorry for whatever wrong I unknowingly did. 

 I don’t want to argue, I never wanted to. I made you sad but I don’t know the reason for it, am innocent yet I feel the guilt that you left because of something I did. I always wanted to love you and nothing else, all I demanded was love and nothing else.


Is it too much to ask ?