5 Chapter 5 Scattered ashes

"Finally, we got them."

"I don't think so."

"What!". Panicked face sprucely blaze at him. "Why."

Roomie won't bother to answer instead, he was continuously sprinting off to the site where they once shot the tons of bullets to three snag humans.

This behaviour of him surely add some impediment on Waxier. His eyes were pivotally blazed at strolling Roomie. Who yet moving staunch to the same path.

"Hey! We shot straight flat 20 bullets on them. There's no way they are spared, they surely will be dead."

"You are right Waxier, we do fire the bullets—".

"Then how the hell did you tell we fail."

"Waxier, I understand your agony as I felt the same, but agony doesn't gives surety."

This talks were sounded clearly awful to the Waxier, as he can't able to truly understand why he was so much negative about the fact is those three were dead, however according to Waxier their bullets are the reason why those good for nothing kids were dead. He even won't look convinced about the bullets.

"Why are you so pessimistic." The face was griped to other one, even begin to tangled by the worry about the claim. However eyes were yet firm to keep them excited.

"I am not pessimistic." Dense eyes shook up to the sky, praising high at the soothing sun. Who once was shimmering hot and extremely sweltering, at the time of their arrival "I am just telling the truth." Diverting back to the boy who is yet Flummox.

"But why, why do you think they were still alive."

"Because as you see the site where we emptied down our bullets have no dead body, not even a single struggling human begging for his life".

Waxier was quite much of a desperate to check himself. He was strolling forward towards the site where Roomie was standing and analyzing the stats.

Blue spice boy gaze down to the spot, where they shot down merciless triggering bullets. Eminent eyes showing tremendous attempts to found the body.

"Its true there's no body". Staggered face beamed off to Roomie.

Though Roomie himself understand the reason behind his staginess. Roomie might claim that the two were alive, but in real he himself was bemused about the fact how.

"But I swear we hit them". Waxier was yet not willingly ready to give up his claim. Although he is not wrong either, the two fire ruthless shots on three poor social creatures that's true.

'How they manage to survive, I myself witness the frozenness of those two, I am 100% positive they haven't moved not even a bit but if they don't then. How the hell they survived..'. Roomie knows the truth behind their survival but much like Waxier don't know the reason behind it.

Both the Slovaks were thinking about the multiple possible theories and reasons which can prove the claim in much detail and with an official conclusion.

They were going replaying the scenes of the bullet shots over and over again. They replayed it at least 50 times and rewind all the scenes as much as 20 times. 

This countable replays and rewind actions were really enough to exhaust them both physically and mentally. After so much consumption of their Slovakian energy Waxier was down, scratching his head madly.

However, other Slovakian choose to be dedicated and focused on the matter of finding the results. His eyes were stick down to the site.

He goes on playing the whole scene with a more detailed view but though after viewing the scene in depth of detail can't help enough. Yet he can't able to figure out how they escaped. 'Strange every time I watch the scene I found them trying hard to move but their leg wouldn't respond, they were stick to the location much like a statue so how, how they survived and if they are hurt then where's the body'. Roomie's finger hang like a hook on his lip. He was striving hard to find the conclusion behind this disappearance. In process his eyes were hit down on a spot, which is slight far from the location they are currently standing.

Roomie with slight grief proceeding towards that spot, walking gazing continuously to the spot. The more he peered the more sadden his eyes become. After all it's the only thing which give and realised him of his dear friend.

A machine gun with few burned particles of holy ashes, the only thing which he was viewing is reminding him of his companion.

The beautiful and happiest memories about the life which they lived and the deepest desire to live it again will be flood streaming in his heart. "Festo I-I am sorry we fail to take your revenge, as per my suspicion those two are yet alive". Feet's stop to saunter, knees halt down on the ground, eyes were wailing. As the inability of them to give those kids the same death as they give to Festo. The torment of his loss is the foremost reason behind this wail.

"Festo you remember how we used to do fun together, you, me and Waxier we don't care about what happen live like a whole great fucking enjoyable life. Despite of being promoted as Slovak soldiers we yet never forget fun. We always roam around in a park having a bite of some Sumoku. You know a great dish we use to love. And its your favorite one, you know you always burden your payments on Waxier's shoulder and he on me by telling he will be coming back in couple of minutes. And I will curse you two for whole day. And you remember one day we tricked you and get all your newly gotten monthly salary wasted on rollercoaster rides and in game parlor. Hahahaha."

The boy chuckled down in mild sort of laughter as though his eyes were full of water.  

"That evening you chased us with a bat just wanting us to kill, after that day you completely forgot about what happened. I know even now you believe what rubbish thing I was talking but it's true and well now you have a question why do I don't remember the event. Is it occurred actually". Leering down on the ashes, he lift up the ashy gun. Skimming the dust and ashes from the gun.

"Well, the answer is simple Waxier give you a hefty amount of forgetting pills mixing inside the last Whiskey which he made, so don't you want to beat Waxier don't you wanna beat me as I am the reason why your half of money wasted, come on Festo answer- answer-answer". He was thrashing his punches on the sand ground but though no reply came. "Festo don't tell you scared of us. If you can't then prove it, prove it by beating me like a dog. Prove it by smacking Waxier on the neck. Prove it Festo. prove it prove—". He went off silent, grime face stiff down on the ashes. Soul get lost back in the days of golden moments, which he misses too much at this moment of his death.

"Its no use." Waxier tap down on his shoulder, witnessing the state in which he was. Waxier suppressed down his own emotion. In order to encourage Roomie he himself have to be frigid. If he himself would be trapped in that emotional whirlpool, then there's no way he could ever vitalize Roomie.

"Festo is gone and there's no way you can change it."

"No. he will not. He is alive, I can sense the feeling of him being alive—"

"Roomie, emotions only gives you despair and in order to escape that grief your heart trick you inside the flashbacks of the life where you have that person. But the truth is Festo is dead and there's no way he will come back. The sooner you accept it the lesser it hurt the more you try to deny, running away concluding the false misconception, the more you suffer."

"Rubbish". Broken Roomie stance right on the dust, the atmosphere is cold. His eyes were clashing straight to the Waxier. "You don't fell any regret or a feeling of loss?"

"I do after all he is my best friend but this time is not for being emotional nor did it was to dream around and escaping in comforting flashbacks."

"So what this time is for?"

"Is it to fight and kill those frantic humans who ultimately is responsible for this death".