Meshing Threats

'Be prepared for a little dog fight.' Farrel sent his thoughts to the giant ghost standing in his house.

Not giving an answer, the large black ghost just made sure that his energy was in sync with Farrel's.

His huge hairy hand constantly followed Farrel's body, gluing it to Farrel as it overlapped with Farrel's body outside the physical plane.

Feeling the change in his body, Farrel strode forward with confidence and opened the door, welcoming the guests with a wide smile on his face.

"Hello, may I help you?"

Standing in front of him were three tall men. Expensive, tight-fitting suits adored their bodies and sunglasses prevented anyone from looking right into their eyes.

"Are you The Shaman, Farrel?" The man that stood in front of the other two spoke first, his covered eyes looking straight into Farrel's.

"If I said no, would you believe me?" Rolling his eyes, Farrel just opened his door wider and beckoned the group to come inside.

"Let's just finish whatever business you have with me inside."

Following Farrel's steps, the group of three men kept their formation while walking inside.

The two men behind made sure they constantly had their eyes on each other while the man in front scanned the room the group was walking in.

His eyes darted everywhere as he took note of every statue, patterned cloth, talismans, and other eerie-looking objects that he found while walking the short 15 steps distance to the room that Farrel usually use to receive his guests.

Sitting on his usual bamboo chair, Farrel gestured for the three men to also sit on the chairs on the other side of the table.

The three men followed him, but only one out of the three sat on the chair while the other two stood on the back left and right sides of the man.

"Just state your business quickly. I don't like uninvited guests very much," Farrel said after taking a sip of the pitch-black coffee.

After letting the silence hang in the air for a couple of seconds, the man who sat on the chair finally spoke.

"We're here to talk to you about the hex you recently sent to our employer."

Hearing the question, Farrel spent less than a split second to give them his answer.

"Hex? What are you talking about? I don't know anything about hexes."

Keeping his composure, the man also gave an instant answer.

"We've had our shamans check and they all confirmed that you were the one who did it."

Hearing the answer, Farrel raised his eyebrows and asked "Oh? Really? If you have shamans on your own, why don't you tell them to deal with it then?"

"That's the thing, Mr. Farrel. They were very sure you were the one who did it since none of them could undo the hex. Not even the shaman we hired from overseas could."

A slight grin escaped Farrel's mouth.

"Hoo? Really? I'm flattered to hear that."

"But what do you want by coming here? Do you want my help to send more hexes to kill your employer faster so that you could take his money? I'll gladly do that!" The small grin he had turned into a wide smile.

But Farrel's keen eyes weren't smiling at all as they looked straight ahead to the man's eyes as if there weren't any sunglasses at all.

Not responding to Farrel's light jab, the man simply said, "We want you to remove the hex this instant and help our employer take care of the little disagreements he had with his political oppositions."

Farrel's raised eyebrow rose even more as his smiling mouth turned agape.

He could already guess what these men were trying to do the second they mention his hex, but never did he expect that they would actually dare to tell him to work for the very person he tried to make his life miserable.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!"

A thunderous laugh resounded throughout the whole house as Farrel couldn't believe what his ears were hearing.

He had these kinds of guests a couple of times already, but this is the first time someone actually dared to do the same thing to him again ever since he made a good example of what would happen if someone forced him to do something.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Farrel finally said after letting all the laugh out of his throat.

"If that's all, then my answer is no. You all can go back and tell your employer to fix that problem himself."

Shifting his body to lean back onto the bamboo chair, Farrel looked at the three men before he started explaining.

"I suppose you three already know what your lovely employer did right? But just in case you forget, I will not be lazy and remind you of the things he has done."

"Approving messed up policies to benefit the huge corporations and indirectly torturing thousands of people's lives, heck maybe there were already unrecorded fatalities here and there.

In fact, there are already a few, and many of the victims' families are coming here to ask for payback."

"One spirit of the victim that followed his family even stayed here and volunteered to keep your employer up at night by using his soul to make the hex stronger."

"These people are the same people your employer gave food, clothes, and even financed their children to be able to get free education."

"But after getting their trust and vote, he dared to turn things 180 degrees, not even letting them afford diapers for their babies? You're telling me to just sit down and do nothing?"

"You even dared to tell me to work for him? Are you all out of your goddamn minds!?"

As if already expecting Farrel's answer and not caring a single bit to listen or respond to any of his explanations, the three men stayed rooted in their positions before the man once again said.

"We'll like to ask you once again nicely to undo the hex and work for our employer. Lest you want to regret your decision."

Leaning his body forward and placing one hand on his chin, Farrel nonchalantly asked, "Oh? Is this a threat?"

"Then let me give you a better one."

Putting his two hands on top of the table, Farrel leaned forward even more and stared at the three men dead in their eyes.

"I'll give you 10 seconds to kick your own asses out before I make sure your souls will stay here forever and use them to empower more of the hexes I will be sending to your employer."

"And if you decide to go back, don't forget to tell your employer that he better prepare hundreds of shamans lest he wants his throat to be filled with nails."

"10 seconds starts now."

"10"

"9"

…

"6"

The three men didn't move a single bit even after hearing Farrel's stern warning and even when he started counting, they just kept their bodies still and stared back at Farrel's eyes.

…

"3"

With his mouth saying aloud the number three, Farrel raised three of his fingers.

"2…"

"1…"

With one finger left standing, Farrel slowly bent his last standing finger and closed his hand into a fist.

"0."

When the countdown hits zero, the man standing on the left side finally moved.

*BANG!*

With one swift movement that almost went by in an instant, he pulled out a gun from his pocket and shot the leaning Farrel right in the dead center of his forehead.