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..