A gust of wind swarm into the hut, makkot immediately stood up. The old man was shoved back by a big hand and the former hit his butt on the floor. Two hefty men, their muscles bugled and frightening, stood by the door, they were wearing black suits, which were wet from the rain. Black masks covered their faces. Brown hair also grew on their hands, twirling and extending to their fingers. Sharp claws extended from where their nail ought to have grown.
Makkot suddenly stood up, the pistol from his chest pocket drawn out. He pointed it at them.
" Wha' da heck is your damn problem", he raved.
The two men stood motionless, makkot couldn't know if they were staring at him or what because of the mask that covered their faces.
Makkot suddenly fired at the roof. " I said what the heck are you peeps doing here!".
The two men moved back a bit and then one of them said. " Calm down warrior", he looked at his partner and they giggled. The old man remained in his position and watched on with his little seemingly probing eyes.
" We are from the government", said the other man in black.
" Argh, not the government", complained the old man. " I'm not moving, in not going anywhere, leave me alone, get out of my house, get out of my-".
" Cut that crap out grandpa", said one of the men with a chuckle. He moved forward now, makkot brandished the pistol in the air and that made the former stop.
" Calm down brave guy", said the other one. He reached for his pocket and brought out a square - shaped card. He pointed it at makkot face. " Read that", he said.
Makkot hesitated. The other man in black brought out his. " Read the two".
Makkot finally succumbed as he read the cards slowly: " jezz messos, land stuff guy, authorized worker, from bat mockers government".
He also read the other card. " Mazxx pettert, land stuff guy, authorized worker, from bat mockers government".
Makkot was almost befuddled. " Odd".
The two men chuckled and suddenly removed their masks. It revealed, ugly, twisted and almost hideous face if not for the cuteness it kind of carried. They carried a resemblance of bats.
" Sweet crap!", exclaimed makkot. " Bat mockers!".
" Duh!", said jezz. " You are in the bat mockers hedge and You think our faces odd, that should be odd not our handsome faces".
Makkot almost puked. His stomach rumbled and he felt like jerking the teeths out of their mouths.
" Put on the fuckin' masks you kite skulls!", he exclaimed.
They complied.
Mazxx made a face. " Well, you look hideous to us also".
The bat mockers put back their cards in their pockets. " Who are you to this grandpa?", mazxx asked.
" His grandson?", jezz said and laughed.
The old man who was behind the bat mockers nodded in the affirmative to makkot. Makkot got it alright.
" Yes", he said.
The bat mockers were near aghast. " W T F !", they exclaimed unisonly.
The old man had to smile. " Oh, so you didn't know I had a grandson, well, shame on you".
The bat mockers regained composure and walked to the door. Suddenly they stopped and brought out of their pockets guns. They shot it at makkot who dived right just in time to dodge it, he crashed into the old man's bookshelf doing so and the mountain of books fell on him.
" You guys are given six damn minutes to leave or face the wrath of my bullets!", ranted jezz fiercely.
Makkot struggled out of the pile of books. He gripped his gun more tightly and pointed it to the bat mockers direction, pulling a trigger that reeled to the direction of his target. With sharp instincts that amazed makkot, they ducked and the bullet went through the door and out into the rain.
The bat mockers fired more bullets and all hell let loose.
Boom!
Bam!
Cram!
Slam!
Wham!
Blam!
And finally…
Kam!
The old man scrambled for shelter as the bullets went in the air. Cascading down with a blast like pellets of rain. Makkot was up now, like a movie star he flinged up the table, rolled on the ground, shouted like a wag, until…
" Wait!", the old man screamed. The firing stopped . " I'll leave, the government can have the damn hut for all I care, I've had sleepless nights, my life seems to be in danger. I want peace, peace for my sake. I can't take this no more".
The bat mockers exchanged glances.
" Great", said jezz. Mazxx brought out a folded piece of paper from his chest pocket, jezz unflipped ( if that's a word) the table, the candle still shone bright although it was off the table. Jezz put it back and mazxx laid the piece of paper on the table. He unfolded it and decorated on it were scrawls - really bad scrawls ( I mean a two year old can do better) .
Mazxx read from it. " Dear citizen of bat mockers hedge, ummmm…", he used his left hand thumb to rub upon the words. " …. yupp, blah… blah … blah…, ok!".
Makkot stared at him in disdain and jezz looked at his hands, moving, folding and unfolding them.
" Yes!", exclaimed mazxx. " Dear citizen of bat mockers hedge, you are hereby commanded by the government of bat mockers hedge to vacate this building ", he paused. " I'd call it hut buh no worries, ummmm, building, yeah building!. You are to leave, kindly pack your properties and leave and yes!, you are -".
Jezz cut him short. " Sign on the damn thing!", he said.
Makkot stared in shock- he didn't let it show though. The old man walked up to table and signed on the paper.
" What a government", he exclaimed almost in tears. " Give us some minutes to pack".
Mazxx folded the paper and returned it to where he had brought it from. He and jezz exchanged glances. In the end they walked to the door, staring at makkot as they did so. Makkot could almost feel the sneer on their masked faces.
" A wonderful warrior grandson you have there", jezz said as he opened the door.
" Indeed", mazxx added.
The old man said nothing.
When they were halfway out, jezz added :
" Our apologies for the in
convenience".
The door was shut with a bang!.