Zakhrein: Red and White Ruler 2

He turned behind. It was just the beginning. The rest of them see this and run away. Everyone is shocked. Shohruh himself falls into a state of silence. Because for the first time he killed his day.

The staff immediately took Shohruh to the interrogation room. They ask him too many questions but Shohruh does not notice what is going on around him because he is in shock. Shohruh was imprisoned in a special room.

Shahruh's heart beats quickly, his hands begin to tremble, and he feels

"You killed " < BR >

He was becoming mad when Shohruh did not have to get out of shock. Then he finds himself

he realizes again and is reminded that there is a black hole in him.

When lizards attack Shohruh

the black hole ruled the Shohruh. He looks at his right chest some sign is shining.

Shohruh thought that if he did not learn to control a black hole, a black hole could swallow his humanity.

Shohruh stood in a specially prepared room. The walls were covered with black metal, and the ceiling was dark enough to absorb light. This room was specially built to test his powers and work on himself.

He stepped in and took a deep breath. Inside there was as much turmoil as ever—the energy of the black hole constantly crumpled inside it, while he could not fully control it.

"I have to be able to control this power."

Shohruh closed his eyes. Around it, the air became heavy. He slowly raised his hands, and at this moment a black vortex formed in his palms. The energy of the black hole gradually accumulated and began to deflect air. The surrounding temperature decreased, small metal bodies rose from the ground and remained hanging in the air.

But in an instant, power came out of control. The Black Vortex grew excessively large, the walls inside the room shook, the floor trembled, forming a crack. Shohruh was alert for a moment and calmed himself down. He took a deep breath and tried to return the energy inside.

"Don't overdo it. Take control of yourself."

Although his heart was beating fast, he slowly lowered his arms. The Black Vortex slowly shrinks and finally disappears. Shahruh covered his sweat-stained forehead.

It was still the beginning. If he could not fully control this power, it would endanger not only him, but also those around him. This is why he practiced tirelessly all day—opened a black hole, closed it, tried to control the size. For days, weeks, he tried to subjugate this mysterious force to his will.

Finally, he understood something important.

"It's not just power. This is my destiny. I have to accept it."

Shohruh opened his eyes. He was no longer afraid. The black hole was inside him, and he took a big step towards full ownership of it.

There was silence inside the prison. It was only possible to hear the footsteps of distant night guards and the hoarseness of electrical wires. Although Shohruh was in the same room working on managing the power of the black hole, boiling a completely different world outside, and people were arguing about his fate.

Politicians and military leaders gathered in the grand assembly hall were in serious discussion. On the table lay secret documents about the King, videos and records from monitoring devices.

— "Is it a human being or another being?"- asked in a low voice one of the generals.

Silence sank in the Hall. Everyone had doubts in their eyes.

— "We saw how strong he was. Even our advanced weapons could not restrain him."

— " But he did not attack us, " - objected one of the young politicians.

— "This is for now. No one knows when he can lose control."

One of the prison officers standing in the corner of the room shook his head. They had just read the command from above: the king must be released.

But it wasn't that simple.

— " It is not known what politicians are thinking, " the employee told a colleague in a low voice. "They are still looking at it with distrust. The commands given to us can change instantly."

The oldest politician in the hall put his hand on a table made of beautiful wood. He had determination in his eyes.

— "It is advisable to keep him in prison for now."

No one objected. It was the safest option.

In doing so, Shohruh's future reached another uncertain line. How much will he stay here? What plans are being made against him? Most importantly, will the darkness inside the black hole completely devour it if it stays in the prison for a long time?..

When Shohruh left the special room, he was led along a long, narrow corridor. The walls around it were made of Cold Steel, and surveillance cameras were installed on the ceiling. An iron door opened in front, and it became possible to smell dust and thread from the inside.

It was a labor room. Inside, the prisoners sat behind machine guns in strict order and engaged in weaving and woodwork. Each had a number on his clothes, and his faces displayed fatigue and anger.

Shohruh was given a place and materials were placed in front of him.

– " Your task is to knit, " — explained the supervisor in a cold voice. "Prisoners are engaged in useful work for the state during the period of serving their sentences. So do you."

The prince was silent and began to observe the threads in front of him. He had never been involved in weaving in his life, but now he had no choice. He grabbed the rope and moved slowly.

The surrounding prisoners looked at him with an unpleasant glance. They had anger and insecurity in their eyes. "The... not a man, " whispered to himself one of them. Another gnawed his teeth, saying, "even though he's in the same prison as us, he's something other than us.

Shohruh ignored it. He continued to weave the threads quietly.

At this point, a group of prisoners stood up and came to him. The tallest man in the middle, with wide shoulders, stood in front of him and looked at him from above.

— "What are you doing here, mahluq?"

Heavy silence sank in the Hall. Everyone's gaze was Shohruh and it was up to the group.

Shohruh, on the other hand, continued to weave the yarn in his hand simply calmly. But his heart accelerated the beat a little – not only, but also the air around him was getting heavier.

The heavy silence in the labor room was broken. The gaze of the prisoners was set on the Shohruh and the group in front of him. Their eyes displayed suspicion, anger, and slight fear.

One of the employees standing near the door tightly squeezed the stick in his hand and whispered to those next to him:

— "Stand ready... something happens now."

But no one tried. Everyone's gaze was set on the Shohruh. If he calmly looked at the surrounding prisoners one by one. Then he took a deep breath and said to make his voice low but sharp:

— "Whoever wants to die faster, let him come to me."

Panic silence sank in the room. Some prisoners resorted to a step back. But one of those who stood behind smiled and came forward.

This man was not an ordinary prisoner. He was taller than the others, more mannered and very strange. His face displayed a smile filled with thick, sharp teeth. The muscles characteristic of predators were known, although their eyes burned in a yellow hue and their body was thin under the skin. Its paws were very large, and its claws were sharp, like a trapdoor.

The creature in front of the Shohruh was not an ordinary prisoner. Any person who looked at him felt ice-cold fear in his heart. It was named Fenrir.

He is the most dangerous prisoner held in the red white prison, a living witness to the first great battle. The battle had taken place fifty years earlier and had destroyed an entire civilization.

No one knew Fenrir's age. His body has not changed at all over the years, as if time did not affect him. He was always repeating something:

— "I am the child of maboud."

Most people thought it was purely Majnun, but it was so powerful that those who opposed it never survived. That is why he was placed in the most dangerous prison in the world – Red White.

Fenrir's sin was so terrible that it destroyed about a million inhabitants. For them, it was a massacre victory, but at what price? The world was left in blood and ashes that day.

Years later, Fenrir became the hollow of Red White. He was the strongest prisoner there and had established his own rules within the entire prison. His name caused fear to the hearts, and the overseers communicated with him only at the most necessary Times.

The creature now looked upright at the Shohruh. His wild eyes were shining, and the instincts of a killer predator began to move from the inside.

— "What does your blood taste like?"- whispered Fenrir, opening his nails.

And Shohruh laughs. His heart beat violently, but it was not fear – it was the feeling of a deadly battle ahead.

A frantic silence sinks inside the Hall. Everyone was shocked-no one knew that Fenrir was here. Even the staff was pale, with some slowly retreating.

But Shohruh was reckless. He looked straight at Fenrir's glittering eyes and spoke in a serious tone:

— "Are you the hollow of this place?"

A slight noise rose in the room. "Is it stupid?! He's talking to Fenrir standing up!"The prisoners' whispers spread throughout the room.

— "It's a Fenrir! Looking at him upright is tantamount to death!"

Fenrir, on the other hand, stared at Shahruh for a while, and then smiled and spoke:

— "How did you know who I am?"

Shohruh breathed heavily and looked around. All bowed head-prisoners, even employees. Only one person was holding a head – he was himself.

— "It's simple."Shahruh said calmly. "Everyone bowed in fear when they saw you. But I am exceptional."

Fenrir laughed lightly, then replied in a heavy voice: