Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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“Ow...” Someone groaned.
“I see you woke up.”
“Manual, Tito?”
“Must be dark in that little pit,” said the dark stranger. “I am not Manual, nor Tito.”
Suddenly the wallowing rubbed off and the prisoner was trying to rush in an upward fashion, but was immediately stopped with a transfer shovel. He looked around and didn’t see much for fighting back. The prisoner struggled to sit up, blinking as his eyes focused on the unconscious form of his coworker.
“Manual?”
“He’s down there with you,” said the dark stranger. “I decided to make sure you have company.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Your friend.”
“I don’t know you man,” said the prisoner. “But neither killing me or my friend here would make you a hero. It doesn’t take courage to be a murderer. I killed plenty in my country. I even killed for a bottle of milk. I don’t know what you’re trying to teach me. But I promise you, I can’t be taught pain or fear.”
“I beg to differ.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think I’m going to bury you guys alive.”
“What the fuck?”
“Fear will take your heart,” said the stranger as he scooped the first pile of dirt into the pit. “You will then embrace death as your breath will slowly end.”
“You’re sick!”
The dark stranger laughed.
The prisoner quickly tried to hoist himself up out of his own grave, but a rectangular transfer shovel pounded him against the head again. He tried to continue as he absorbed the pain, but it was simply just too much. The dark stranger continued hitting him with the shovel, and there was nothing the prisoner could do but submit. He fell to the bottom of the pit next to his friend and closed his eyes.

“Buried alive,” said the dark stranger as he continued tossing soil into the pit.
The prisoner pulled his friend to a sitting position as the dirt continued hitting them as it was being tossed into the pit.
“Why are you doing this?’
“Because I could.”
“You wanted me to be afraid?”
“I don’t care whether you are or not,” replied the dark stranger. “You’re still being buried alive. But I don’t really know why they say being buried alive when in a few minutes, you’ll suffocate.”
“I’m afraid!” shouted the prisoner.
The dark stranger laughed.
“Dammit! I don’t want to die!”
“Too late.”
The prisoner tried again to get out of the pit, but he stumbled and fell backwards. The shovel missed him by just a bit. He tried bracing himself against the dirt wall, but couldn’t really hold on because the tip of the shovel was pushed against his hand removing two fingers. The prisoner started to scream, but was silenced immediately as the transfer shovel connected with his face, and that time it knocked him out cold.
“I’m really indulging myself,” said the dark stranger. “This killing is not challenging, but amusing. That sucker really didn’t want to die.”
The dark stranger looked into the pit and noticed that the other prisoner was trying to say something.
“I see you missed the excitement,” said the dark stranger. “Your buddy was trying his best not to be buried alive. Are you going to give me a challenge?”
The other prisoner drew five or six breaths before trying to say something.
“I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” said the dark stranger. “And if you want to say something, you’d better do it quick. I have places to go to and people to see. I can’t wait around here all night waiting for you to get those empty words out of your mouth.”
“Help...me..”
“Help you?”
The other prisoner strained, but nodded.
“I’m not going to help you,” said the dark stranger. “I’m the one who put you in that situation. Are you kidding me with that?”
“Please...”
“Of course... You know I’m not going to help you,” said the stranger as he rested against the shovel. “I will just continue burying you guys alive.”
Before the dark stranger had a chance to toss more dirt into the pit, another groan came from the feisty prisoner.
“Oh boy,” said the dark stranger. “I better hurry before Pablo gets up again.”
Pablo glanced around his grave again and fought for focus. The dirt was up to his chest and movement was becoming much more difficult. He looked toward his friend, but didn’t see him. It was at that time he realized that his friend was completely covered. The pit around him was now his home. His grave. His ending.
“Manny,” he managed.
There was no answer.
“Manny, keep your head up!”
Manny did not reply.
“You’re almost covered!” shouted the dark stranger.
The prisoner looked up into the night sky and knew that it was actually going to be the last time he’d ever see the night sky again. He knew that his life was coming to an end. There wasn’t going to be anymore challenges, and he didn’t have to work anymore to support his family. They were on their own. God bless them... he thought.
“Almost covered!” shouted the dark stranger with a hint of joy in his voice. “It was nice knowing you guys. You should have stayed in your own countries!”
The prisoner gasped as he followed his friend into nothingness. He knew his lungs were filling up with dirt. He did something with his finger which the dark stranger couldn’t see in the dimness. The dark stranger stopped shoveling and tried to see what the prisoner was trying to do. He peered in and he noticed just the prisoner’s middle finger sticking out of the soil.
“Bastard,” the dark stranger whispered as he continued his shoveling.