Three weeks from now prison gates bangs and our Ignacius with Simon are walking in to the prison van. They just been found guilty for double homicide and they look in awful spirit from the decision in crown courthouse.
Simon, "Well it was well knowing you Ignacius" he has a black eye and large patch on his chest starting in a middle black going to blue and ending in a yellow circle from prison beating he had when guards were taking him to court.
Ignacius smiles with swollen jaw, "I wonder how long it will take before dentist."
Simon sits in prison van seat while they parked it in courthouse garage and leans back, "Where the hell is our Mage", he thinks to himself.
Then prison escort receives green light to leave the gates and starts its engine. The two prison van guards are heading off, the guard on passenger seat takes out a bottle of still water from glove compartment and takes the lid off, he pours the water in his mouth and swallows it, "We have another duty on route, anyway mate it is a pleasure to meet you. I can see you are our new guy here".
The driver takes turn to Pimlico Street and while he is watching the rear mirror, he can see the guy sitting in blue and white uniform is closing his eyes to slide asleep near door window, "a pleasure to meet you, I am Mage".
While, across the river where Prison van is heading is Gothminster House of Island Nation. The highest Lord of the House is relaxing in front of his window overlooking the green river. He is thinking to complete and sign executive law paper he is an architect behind the order. The Lord is sitting in red ox blood colour seat made from wooden frame. He places his left arm on carved Demon head before he seals the executive order. He takes off paperwork from red leather table top and leaves it in a red suitcase to hear a knock on his office door, "Your Excellency we are ready to have lunch time", he takes his gaze away from sunshine and takes a sharp look at his attendant, "I am ok to have lunch in office because I need to sign more orders", young attendant replies, "Yes your Excellency David".
A while later lunch servant walks in to show today's food options and while he is showing lunch menu to the Excellency, he places his old tired hand in his pocket to pull out his shoe lace. He grabs his Excellence on his neck and pulls tight. The executive chair swings from side to side making silent squeak but he is holding with his knee to make Lord of Gothminster lose his ground on his chair while he is grasping for his air, "I think one rat is done".
***
Ignacius inspects around him and asks Simon where are they taking us while the prison van is heading now in a forest, Simon "I think we are now fugitives running from court cases".
Ignacius, "I would love to have my kebab now."
Simon smiles and licks his lips, "Do you know a good joke about lawyers?".
Ignacius, "I had enough of this law today, you just keep it down."
Simon, "The government lawyers are the law brokers who sell the law and lawyers are those who protect the law."
Ignacius, "I would not mind too meet these brokers to break their bones."
Simon, "I am sure your time comes same as everyone's,"
Ignacius, "good", he shows a thumb up.
***
When Ignacius was thinking to have his fast food on the other side of Crimson Island, the Dark Lord is giving a good beating in his basement to his tied up in chair Foreign Excellency Blond. While Vice Excellency is watching she is feeling tempted by his majesty's supreme powers in a corner and she then craves to offer herself to him, she passes him a towel to wipe blood off his hands. Then she places one hand on FE Blond shoulder and pulls up her office skirt to show the Dark Lord she is not wearing underneath, "o our supreme Lord commander I want you as much as did our Blond, I am sure Mr Blond won't mind it".
He pulls his pants off after he throws bloody towel on side of the floor, "I understand you do not love to fail". Dark Lord takes her waist closer, stretching her to ramp in her backside while she is still holding her hand on her Foreign Excellency shoulders.
***
The twin sisters from Japan have arrived at Crimson Nation Island. Their names were Nami and Yami Suki. They handed their passports and smiled, "Arigato!!", then they took a cab from Central Airport to their Five-Star Hotel suite. The hotel was not far train ride from sightseeing of Crimson Island Capital tourist spots to enjoy walking street districts.
They were here for romantic dating holidays to find holiday romance while they conduct their original business trip plans.
When Nami in a shower, Yami is looking out their twin bedroom window into the street lights replacing their daylight, she could see her reflection in the window, making her know she is just as good as her sister. They had agreed only to one difference to have ponytail hair and Nami to style piggy tail on her hair.
She can hear the bathroom door open and her sister walks in, only holding her towel. Nami walks closer to her and whispers her ear, "I still left the shower room all hot and steamy for you, here take my towel or you just would like me to be with me if you wish so, hehehe."
Yami shrugs her shoulders in and shakes her head side to side, holding her lips tucked together, "I want my shower too".
Nami smiles, takes a seat on her bed and throws her wet towel on Yami's shoulder, "You better have fun", she crosses her naked legs together. Yami grabs the towel off her shoulder and walks away, feeling in a rush. She walks in the shower room and before she takes a good wash, she takes off her white t-shirt and folds it in a square. Yami reaches for her black linen trousers buttons and has them off to fold it square next to her t-shirt. With a touch of a finger D Cup bra drops from front of her chest to let her breast slide while she is still holding on her white satin bra, "gosh it was long day and I feel like soaking in today", she says to herself and she folds it in half to place it on her t-shirt. Yami slaps her butt check looking herself in a mirror and takes off her underwear. The shower curtain pulls wide open, and she walks in the shower, "I hope my lovely sister has not done you dead mister pervert?", in the shower is a laying a man. He is bleeding and held together on a single rope.
He is gasping for air through Nami's tucked in underwear in his mouth and his arms with legs up backwards together making him arch. The rope continues around his neck and over shower curtains rail.
Yami smile and sits on his butt naked making her so small compared to Caucasian man in his 60s with grey hair on his head. Her soft hand brushes over his cheeks for him to close his eyes, "do not worry I have my turn to have my dinner first, she left me for you", she can see him bleeding from short stab wounds around his abdominal sides in three to four place with non-vital stabs. The curtains close and she adjusts tap water to favourite temperature before she turns on the shower, "about time for my blood bath", steps on with strength on his wounds to see him in eyes and when their gaze meets she smiles, "do not worry lovely", to see him in tears dropping on his cheeks. Yami pulls the rope while he is attempting to resist and makes muffled sounds. Her body half his height and weight has strength pull him up above floor level and she ties the rope to side bar, leaving him above the floor.
Yami licks his ear and whispers in his ear, "do not worry mister simpleton", brushes her fingers on his neck, "I only willing to love you, remember?", slides below him and pushes his head to gaze between her legs when she picks up razor and cuts his throat open for his blood to drip over her legs.
Yami continues after every kiss to cut around his body, making her to become excited and more messaging her fingers in to his body. Her face miles, "I want it all", and she slices off one of his testicles to lick her finger with it.
His face in torment makes her continue to smile and sits slides her legs open in front of him, while their gaze is together and he has now no more tears in his eyes, she is pulling a nail hammer her sister left her tonight to help have a good bath. Winks her fingers, "bye bye", she starts without stopping smash the hammer into his head over his face, when she believed she delivered the final blow she did not stop because knew it was his nerves twitching while she was having her joy.
Her relief to finish him with a good workout made her feel to get up for a stretch.
Her kick him aside making a way to a rope with his useless head allow her to reach the knot, "how man can be useless", her pulling rope was making him go further to the ceiling.
The shower was having more hot steam than before when she hear her signal of classical symphony number 5. It was her sister's signal to start her blood bath. Yami took grey colour wooden handle sushi knife, made of fine black Japanese steel you can buy in majority shops in capital here.
The step back in a hot shower made her soft butt cheek sit; her hands cut his guts open to let his blood and organs mixing with the heat and water fall her head reminding her early spring rain. The joy of rubbing his insides with blood over her body was worth his life.
Later on, Yami throws her sister's towel back at her, "it was worthwhile the trip." Nami looks at her and smiles, "have you flushed the dirt?", Yami takes a seat on grey sofa and opens a bottle of water, "yes, I cut him to 356 pieces and washed it the drain, but you know how I say if you smile after the dinner.", Nami is laughing, "They will take your teeth out? Oh, and I thought we attended the same assassination school.", Yami makes no comments and closes her eyes for the moment.
***
In to the dark night a camp fire is making sparking sounds of fire wood burning and three friends are sitting together on a large piece of driftwood.
Simon takes one piece of sausage and stabs it on a tree branch before placing it on fire, "Did you knew that Japanese Shamanism loves to soak blood bath of their victims they take to mark Ameterasu?
Ignacius turns to Simon, "Do not tell me a shat stories by the fire in a middle of a dark forest at night. I have already bad dreams.", he stabs one sausage too and points it in fire.
Mage smiles, "buuuuuUUUuuu", then looks in a bag for sausage too.
Ignacius, "Ignacius by the way, who the hell is Ameterasu?", he turns his sausage on camp fire to have fried it even.
Simon, "She is a goddess of fire."
Ignacius, "Yeah, right. It is like our pagan god of Thunder with his symbol of Oak the tree even thunder cannot break."
Soft sounds of wind brushing against the leaves of forest trees and dead silence besides couple Ovals making sounds the abandoned campsite is a good place to soak in the forest. Prison van is just making a slight noise with prison guard making sounds of struggle to set himself free from ropes Ignacius has tied him.
The rest fugitives are in a wooden cabin since their first day out of prison and their first night in a decent bed they are not even concerned to have their dinner fast asleep.