Mical's Great Plan

Damien was dead, Denzel fell, looking like all had ended for him.

"I killed a person," Denzel looked up at the sky, "I guess I just have to leave with it then," Denzel said, when he heard the voice in his head speak, "Mical is that you?"

"You didn't kill him, believe me, and you don't have to kill a single soul," that was when Denzel could see a little fire on Damien's chest, blood seeping out of Damien's chest.

"I didn't kill him, right? RIGHT??!" Denzel yelled, still not sure if he did or not when he saw the red scar on Damien's neck.

"No you didn't," Mical said to Denzel.

Denzel looked up and saw that the rest of the team members took up their torches throwing them at him

"How dare you kill our boss?!" One of them yelled, and Denzel looked at them, the anger in their face was quite obvious, Denzel wasn't sure if he didn't kill him, he spaced out, the only thing he could see was his dead friend's face as he looked at Damien's body.

"I am sorry Car..ter," Denzel said, tears rolling down his right eye.

Denzel froze, not even moving an inch until he began to feel the heat around him.

"You moron! Why don't you answer me, I just told you that you didn't kill him, you fool," Mical's voice was what woke him up, and he looked around him at the fire that surrounded him. He tried to stand up, but the heat around him was too much, he had sniffed in too much smoke.

Denzel didn't want to give up, he forced himself to stand up, jumping away from the fire that surrounded him.

"He is not dead, let's kill him," Denzel heard one of them say, he looked up, still coughing.

One of them rushed at Denzel but Denzel was quick to move, he bent down, using the edge of his hand to hit the edge of the guy's stomach.

While the guy was still reacting to that attack, Denzel stood up quickly, still using the edge of his palm, he hit the neck of that guy, and the guy passed out.

"Huh? He killed Felix also! Damien and Felix are the strongest amongst us!"

"Let's get him together!" The remaining four guys ran towards Denzel, each of them hauling punches at Denzel, but they were slow and weak, Denzel was able to dodge their attacks, hitting vital spots in their body to make them unconscious.

Denzel carried each of them, placing each of them together in one place, then he sat on the ground.

"Mical, how sure are you that I didn't kill that guy?"

"You didn't, just strangling someone for about a minute can't kill a person,"

"Are you sure?"

"Completely,"

"But what do I do with them? I can't kill them," Denzel asked Mical, he placed his both palms to face the ground behind him.

"Should I kill them for you?"

"Yes... But just for now, I can't let you become a murderer, It would also make me one,"

"Then what's the point in helping you now? Why are you so stupid?"

"Then what can I do?" Denzel places his hand on his legs, massaging them.

"The first one you fought killed himself, why can't you make them kill themselves?"

"Huh? What the hell are you babbling?"

"Make them kill themselves, that way, you won't be a killer,"

"Well, I am compelling someone to kill himself, but I am not doing it myself... Mical, you are smarter than I thought," Denzel stood up, walking around the field.

He picked up sticks and ropes, as much as he could, and he walked back towards them.

~

AN HOUR LATER...

*Cough*cough*

Denzel heard that one of them wheezed, he walked towards them, looking at the one that coughed.

"Are you alive?"

One of them opened his eyes, shocked and terrified by what he saw. He looked at Denzel, still terrified by what he saw.

"Hey, you are M.D, right? You should be helping us right now, not attacking us, why are you doing this?"

"Leia has to die, and I need to do this to get to her, I am sorry,"

"But... what's all these?" The guy yelled.

The five of them were tied together, with ropes, in such a way that their hands could move around their body, but not farther than that. Around them were sets of fire that was lit by Denzel.

"You just have two choices, kill yourself or get killed." The guy looked in his hand as Denzel spoke. In it, a very strong sharpened stick was tied to each of their hands, so that they could stab themselves with it.

"What?" The guy yelled.

"You just need to stab yourself somewhere that would kill you fast, that stick is long enough for that, if not, you would see yourself burning continuously, and the torture would be more than if you just kill yourself."

"What the hell are you blabbing about?"

"Just a piece of advice, you can't break that stick, you can only kill yourself with it, and if you do break it, you have no choice than to suffer a more painful death,"

The guy looked around him, Denzel wasn't lying, he wouldn't want to face death by burning.

"What do I need to do?"

"Kill yourself with that stick, it is sharp enough to penetrate your skin."

At that point, another guy woke up. And Denzel looked at him, explaining that all over from the beginning.

The first one couldn't take the heat below him, so he forced his hand to stab his stomach, and after coughing out blood for some time, he was already dead.

"You think I would kill myself, I would rather cut the rope with the stick," the second one said.

He kept on with his stubbornness until he felt the heat burning through his leg, the pain was severe, he took the stick and forced himself to stab his neck with it.

It was the same with the rest, they were all stubborn till they all killed themselves, and the moment the last one did, he sighed, because the fire had already burned him up from his feet to his knees.

He was scared that he might have actually killed one of them with the fire, but as Mical said, he wasn't guilty, their heart stopped beating the moment they stabbed themselves before the fire burned them completely, any autopsy would prove that, so, technically, it was suicide.

Denzel still felt a little guilty, but it was much better than if he killed them himself.

"Mical, thank you so much for that idea, let's go home,"

"Haha, you see, I deserve more food from you, I want more of that boxed meat you gave me that day, I love it," Mical said and Denzel smiled, he turned back to leave,

"You mean Pizza? You can leave it to me,"

Denzel was already transforming into Mical when he heard the sound of something dropping.

"Where do you think you are going to? Your fight is not over yet,"

Denzel looked back, he saw Owl, walking towards him.

Denzel looking confused as ever, asked, "What do you mean?"