Chapter 3

"stop" an old man among them stood up suddenly when he was about to click the trigger. 

Everyone looked in his his direction because they all were waiting eagerly for Anthony's dead body but now this interruption shocked them. 

"What's the use of killing him? Let him fight for his life so it can be also entertaining to watch!" The man suggested with an amused smirk playing on his face. 

Everyone thought for a moment and then the other second they all cheered loudly. Bottles of beer were sprayed into the air and they all gathered around him waiting for the fight to start. 

"So who would like to kill him?" The man holding the gun asked among the crowd with a big smile as he liked the suggestion very much. 

Everyone knew who like to kill him. The most powerful man, who was always hungry for humans and his hands were always thirsty of blood. 

Everyone looked in his direction and welcomed him with a applause. All the while Anthony's legs were trembling and he didn't know yet that 

how they're gonna kill him. But when the large bulky man came into his view, his eyes became wide open with fear creeping inside his veins. The large man was not just hundred times stronger but also scary as hell. 

Anthony gulped down and waited for the death to come over him. After all this way or that way, it was already written in his fate. 

The large man stood in front of him while the other man started counting for the battle to start. 

"1" he shouted and everyone laughed aloud. 

"2" 

"3" and he fired a bullet into thick air indicating the fight to start. 

Anthony stood at his place not moving, waiting for him to beat him into a pulp until he never wakes up again. 

The bulky man punched him hard in the face and Anthony fell down. Then another punch landed into his face, and now he was sure that his teeth were out of place. Anthony couldn't get up anymore, but the man stood up and started beating him on his abdomen with leg. He kicked him hard on his belly and Anthony curved into a ball as the sheer pain made him numb for seconds. 

"You filthy rat! I will hang your body outside so no one can ever dare to come here again!" He shouted to Anthony as he punched another fist into his chest. 

And that was it, Anthony couldn't stand this statement anymore. Constantly he was being told that he was disgusting but now he felt like that he need to make these people look disgusting instead. All the rage came back inside his veins as the sentence worked like a matchstick to the already ready fuel. 

Despite being beaten badly, Anthony build up his courage to stand again. The man watching his bravery, tried to punch him again but Anthony escaped it. 

And as he got the chance, he bit the man's hand. His teeth didn't let go of his flesh until blood filled his mouth and the man screamed in absolute pain. 

The man tried to remove him by pushing his face away but Anthony only moved back when his flesh got teared from his body and his own teeth were dripping his blood. 

The man held his hand in pain and screamed loudly while everyone gaped in shock. 

"You bastard!" He tried to grab Anthony but the blood was already boiling in his veins. 

Anthony after escaping his another hit, sat down and pulled on his leg which made him fall down badly. The ground was rocky so the pain was incomparable to all the hits before. 

Sitting on his chest Anthony stick his fingers inside his eye balls, grabbing his eyes. The man threw flat punches on him to remove his hand but Anthony's hold was steel like as he was determined to take out his eyes. 

He didn't know what he was doing, he only knew that this man also called him filthy and now he'll gonna kill everyone who said such things to him. 

Everyone looked beyond shocked and their eye balls were popping out to witness the scene which never happened before. 

And just like that, aggressively Anthony took out his left eye ball and everyone screamed in fear. The man beneath Anthony wriggled like a fish without water. Anthony stood up from his place and throw the eye ball high into the air, letting it fall somewhere. 

Blood in his mouth, and blood on his hands he didn't mind anything at all. 

That old man with light beard who suggested this fight stepped forward and raised Anthony's hand by holding it high. 

"So he's the winner!" He announced to all of them.  

Although no one wanted to cheer but rule was a rule so they all clapped plainly but some women among them celebrated to their fullest by whistling and making overjoyed noises. 

The old man then took Anthony into a home, which more looked like a messy cabin made up of wood and smelled of smoke and wine. 

Anthony followed him silently as now he was sure that they are not going to kill him. His rage reduced a little as he looked back at the lying man hissing in pain and people gathering around him. 

The old man asked Anthony to sit on a couch which almost lost its original color and looked rather old. 

He simply sat down and meet the old man eye to eye. 

"Call me peter" the old man told him as he waited for him reveal the reason if his presence here. 

"I'm Anthony" he replied to him. 

"I see you've got a lot of anger inside you" peter told him while analyzing him. 

"How do you know that?" Anthony wasn't expecting such a revelation. 

"Because a young boy like you is no competition for him. Yet you managed to knock him down." He explained how good he was at judging people. 

"So now what? You'll let me go home?" Anthony asked in hope that they'll might let him go back. 

"Discard this thought. We are sending you to Italy to work there for our boss. And that's in a million chances but I can see you've got potential more specifically a desire to avenge!" He said with a devilish smirk. 

"What?" His face became blank, because he knew what he was talking about. Making him work for Italian Mafia, was something risky as death. Maybe death was a light word, at the mercy of the devil. 

"Get yourself ready, and slit those throats which disgust you so they can regret what they did to you!" He seethed mischievously while leaning closer but Anthony's hands already started to get cold at the mention of mafia. It was not something like a child's play. All they do in mafia is play with humans, their body's and most importantly money. 

But he could see a spark of taking his revenge. After all there was no use of this poor life, it was better to spend it doing something productive. And it will be a peaceful death after he will kill all of them mercilessly. And especially he was more than ready to make Veronica's life a living hell!

"I would like to do something before going" Anthony told him. 

"What is it?" Peter asked curiously. 

"I want to send two letters to some people" he replied. 

 

*

 

Veronica was teaching her younger brother after coming from school. And he was not cooperative as expected. He was being really stubborn these days because the homework was too much for a 6 year old but after all he had to complete it. 

That's when her mother came inside the room holding a envelope. 

"Veronica! It's for you" her mother told her as she averted her neck to see what was it. 

"Who can send me this?" She questioned herself while holding the wrapped piece of paper. 

She opened the envelope and took the paper while was nicely folded inside. After unfolding it she started reading it with furrow eyebrows. 

"I will come for you like your worst nightmare!

~A" it read. 

The letter fell from her hands. After that incident she was told by many people that the boy who proposed her the other day was named as Anthony. And now the threat written by the capital letter A clearly indicated, who was it from. 

Her mother picked it up and read it. 

"This is a threat! Who's threatening you my girl like this!" She panicked. 

But Veronica couldn't utter a word because she was shocked to the core. She forgot to blink her eye. 

The next day at school she felt much better as she shared the incident with her friends. They comforted her by telling that he was only a poor boy wo cannot do anything. If he was really capable of something then he would have been already practical rather than scaring her with a threat. 

This calm down her nerves and she believed it as fake as there was a possibility that someone also must have tried to misbehave or blackmail her. 

So she went with the option of reporting it to the police as her parents forced her. But her fears became worst when the police identified that the sender was identified as an already dead man. 

And the body had been already buried.