They were surrounded by wolves. The alpha wolf approached them. Morgan went near the wolf. The alpha wolf jumped on him. He grabbed the wolf's throat and crashed the wolf down.
He pierced his fingers through the wolf and pulled out the backbone of the wolf. The other wolves ran and jumped towards him. The old man said, "These wolves are not strong at all."
The old man swiftly stood up and pulled out the stone tile. He threw the stone, and it smoothly glided, crashing on all the wolves around them. The stone moved with a curve and returned like a boomerang.
The old man grabbed the stone and crashed it into the last wolf standing. Morgan said, "You never cease to amaze me. You are the best."
The old man looked at his hands and said, "I've lost my edge. I'm a lot worse than before."
Morgan said with a sigh, "But you can't blame a man of age 85 like yourself."
The old man looked up and said, "Still, I've gone weak. These wolves are alive. You must go. You can't win against this much. You haven't fought seriously for 10 years."
The old man stopped speaking and walked towards the alpha wolf. He turned the wolf around. He saw a tattoo on the wolf's skin.
It was S with a strike-through of an arrow. The old man continued, "And it seems you've messed with something you can't handle."
Morgan went near the old man and looked at the tattoo. He said, "What is this tattoo? Whatever it is, I guess I should go."
He yawned and walked till he reached his apartment. It took him an hour to reach his apartment. He crashed straight on his bed. Slowly, he went to sleep.
As he went to sleep, his soul came out of his body. The soul was the same as his body. The only thing new about the soul was that now, he had a sword with him.
He went out. The streets were as busy as the daytime, if not more. The streetlights were glowing white. He went towards the dark alleys.
When he was about to enter the alley, a man called him out from behind, "Hey, where are you going?"
Morgan was stunned. After a while, he turned back. The one who called him out was Cassius. The other cop said to him, "Whom are you calling to?"
Cassius pointed at Morgan and said, "Can't you see a man there? I had saved that guy a few hours ago. Didn't I tell you about you?"
The other cop scratched his head and said, "You've drunk. Come here."
Cassius ran towards that man. He slipped and fell on his face. He again stood up but ran the wrong way and crashed into the wall.
The other cop laughed and said, "You are drunk." Cassius got unconscious. The other cop carried Cassius and went inside a police van.
The van went along the highway and was soon out of vision. Morgan thought, "Man, I was terrified for a moment. I think I would have been in a lab if this guy had seen me without being drunk."
Someone smacked him from behind. He was knocked out. He was dragged by someone. The one who dragged him wore a black leather coat and a thick woollen muffler.
The next thing he remembered. He was on a chair, bound by chains. He opened his eyes. The first thought that came to him was, "How the heck did they smack a soul?"
He looked around. He was inside a room. The room was dark, but he could see everything that was in the room. The only source of light was the ventilation. The ventilation was full of cobwebs.
The walls were faintly blue and mostly grey. The paint had worn off and was present on the floor in the form of dust. The place contained a lot of wooden boxes.
Some boxes were shining. Some were just normal, and some were broken. Brooms, mops, and several other cleaning instruments were present inside the room.
Around him were broken and rusted swords, used bullets, lumps of metal, and some trash weapons. The rusted iron door in front of him creaked open. He was about to shout and yell, but when he tried, he noticed that his face was taped.
He tried to struggle out of the chair, but the chains bound him. He also realised that he was in body form. He still struggled.
A man came in and said, "No use in struggling. You can't get out. That's not only a physical setup to stop your body but also a spiritual seal. You can't break it."
Morgan said, "Hmm! Hmm!" That was all he could say.
The man said, "I'm sure you must be thinking why and how you are here."
Morgan thought, "No."
The man continued, "So, just listen to me and don't you dare interfere."
Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and thought, "How the fuck can I interfere if I can't even speak?!"
The man coughed and tucked dirt from his coat, which he wore along with black pants and shiny black shoes.
He said, "So, where was I?" He grabbed his black hat and tapped it in a sequence.
He removed his grip on his hat and said, "Yes. About why and how are you here. To know that, we must rewind our memories to some time ago."
Morgan wanted to reply, but he compromised to thinking. He thought, "Why the fuck are you telling me in this state?"
The man continued, "It was a long time ago."
He stopped speaking and looked at his wristwatch.
He continued, "It was about 10 hours ago."
Morgan rolled his eyes and shook the chair so much that it almost crashed on the ground and broke, but that almost was a barrier. He never got past the 'almost' phase. Something stopped him from getting past.
But for now, the only thing he cared about was his irritation. The man had irritated him so much that he was beginning to suffer. He thought, "How are 10 hours a long time ago?"
To be Continued...