Randal glanced across the table at Julian. Cups of coffee were placed on the table between them. The cafe was buzzing with activities that early morning as people entered and exited in a rush, trying to start the day as quick as possible. Randal spent the past ten minutes trying to decipher if it was his best friend that was sitting right in front of him.

Julian's hair was in a mess. It was scattered in different directions. His normal bright green eyes were dull and there were bags around them. His normally fair skin was pale. Randal watched as he reached to his cup, with shaky hands, and took a small sip.

"Julian. What's happening? " Randal's eyes reflected worry. "Why did you call me here? Come on, talk to me."

Julian didn't answer immediately. He looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. No one was. He then sighed and stared at his coffee, remembering all that had happened

Deep within the woods was a secluded area. In that secluded area was a cabin. It was quite small and had two windows at each side with a small wooden door at the middle. In front of the cabin,few feet away, was an old car. In the living room inside the cabin, three men sat around a table, playing cards and laughing. Among the three men was the priest who performed the 'exorcism' at Julian's house. He wore a black tank top and sky blue jeans. The remaining two men were shirtless. One was a bit stout and had short, curly, brown hair with brown eyes. The other was blonde and thin with blue eyes. A pile of cash was stacked on the table in the middle of the trio as they played.

"I tell you," The apparently fake priest bellowed with laughter. "That guy was a sucker. A huge one to be exact!"

"How easily did he fall for it?" The blonde asked, wiping tears away from his eyes as he shook uncontr

The car sped across the road, the loud roar of it's engines disturbing the peace and serenity of the night. Driving inside was a man who was filled with joy. A joy of a successful raid. It was Julian's assailant. The man who had struck him and hijacked his car. The man smiled as he looked around the passenger seat and then to the back of the car. He had indeed struck gold. And all he just had to do was point his beloved gun towards the victim. That was it. No negotiations. No bargain. No sweat. No stupid contract signings. That was how he survived for the past ten years since he lost his home and family. He had delved into the underworld and joined the demons disguised as criminals who robbed people of their hard earnings. This car could cover a lot and sustain him for a very long time. He pulled out his cell phone and dialled a number. It rang for a few seconds before it was answered.



Randal glanced across the table at Julian. Cups of coffee were placed on the table between them. The cafe was buzzing with activities that early morning as people entered and exited in a rush, trying to start the day as quick as possible. Randal spent the past ten minutes trying to decipher if it was his best friend that was sitting right in front of him.

Julian's hair was in a mess. It was scattered in different directions. His normal bright green eyes were dull and there were bags around them. His normally fair skin was pale. Randal watched as he reached to his cup, with shaky hands, and took a small sip.

"Julian. What's happening? " Randal's eyes reflected worry. "Why did you call me here? Come on, talk to me."

Julian didn't answer immediately. He looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. No one was. He then sighed and stared at his coffee, remembering all that had happened within the past twelve hours.

After getting mugged, he had called a taxi to take him straight home

Chapter 12