Beneath the rolled up sheet was a hatch. Miya pulled it up, and it flipped open like a book leading down to a staircase.
The mechanical Miya waved his non-mechanical arm in disagreement. Standing up, he was the first one to go down the stairs. Miya, following behind, closing the hatch behind them.
The rolled up sheet was torn at the endings, but in the form of a light silver mist, the torn endings reattached to the floor, and another mist spread out concealing the hatch. Camouflaging it in the same colour as the floor.
The way leading down the stairs was dark. Not a single light ray shimmered down beneath the earth. They were silent until they came to a halt before a door.
The mechanical opened it. A light shun from behind it. There was a candle lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling at the centre of the room.
Directly beneath it, a bench and table with a set of tools all covered with dried blood staining the ground.
The tools on the table mainly consisted of farm tools: shears, axes, pitchforks, hammers, long broad nails, and many more of such items, all littered all over it.
The mechanical took off his clothes. Naked, he lied on the bench.
Miya brought out 4 small glass tubes from his pocket containing oil and some cotton.
He picked up the pitchfork and broke the stick, shortening the part closest to the fork, and poured the oil on the fork using the cotton to spread it around, making sure it spread everywhere on the metal.
He then used the dampened cotton to rub the oil around the mechanicals chest. Leaving the cotton on him after he was done.
He carried the long stick he broke of the pitch fork and set it ends aflame using the candle from the chandelier.
"If we're lucky, you might actually die this time." Miya said.
Forcefully driving the pitchfork into the mechanical ls chest. Then, placing the flaming end of the stick between the mechanical's chest and the pitchfork.
The flames came alive. Burning and burning the heat arose and multiplied due to the place being underground and devoid of any air space.
The mechanical, his eyes still fully open as the fire fumed.
Miya threw the stick on the ground, then walked over to the table, picking up the bloodstained axe. Turning to the mechanical, pulling up his arm, aiming at his head.
The 2 Miyas looked each other in the eyes, both showing no emotion.
The axe swung down.