Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu
'I want us to meet tonight!' Location sent, Jean Kee written as sender name.
"What's so good, even the location in the hospital is empty?" Ricard smiled, hand held a coffee cup and gaze on the veranda that displayed the bustle of humans on the highway.
'I'll meet you there!' A message from Ricard was printed on the screen of the device that was in the car seat without occupants. Cars parked outside the hospital fence are empty but very well maintained.
Good thinking and forecasting will slaughter in times of false logic. Everything can be played when people know you like to play. You have to know that every place has its own leader, but all the sense and logic of just one leader.
"It's good you came late Lei!" Eli looks busy with his two long bridal dresses.
Lenia put a wristlet bag on the sofa and casual clothes seemed attached to the body, anti-fit-style brown shirts as tops and tights seemed to step barefoot. Get close to Eli, "Emon can't come yet?"
"She's got business and last night she was here, Cerel I just let her help for a minute." Cutting sea blue fabric with automatic cloth cutting tool.
"By school and work today, we'll both be busy!" Staring at the long white dress in menekin.
"You gave me hope, dear." Hand open the wooden cabinet containing pearls, diamonds, diamonds, silver and gold neatly arranged as clothing ornaments.
"That's amazing, I barely even dare to hold." Lenia pretended to raise both her hands.
"Take yourself in before I throw you to hell, son." Eli warned by pointing at the position of the hand t-shirt. The girl looked very sexy, with her hair tied up untidy. Clothing, anti-fit-style white T-shirts and combined solely foot denim skirt but appears to open themselves on the left side, from the thigh to the calf is seen attached to the arrangement of a stretch of denim. Showing the position of the season, in accordance with a hot day.
Lenia slightly bent the body, just walking to pick up a hand t-shirt, lazy taste into flavoring.
The rose petals fell on the ground, the rain subsided as the wind exhaled. Swearing on a name engraved in wood, the charismatic appearance will not wear off. However, the summer heat hits the chest.
The night tower is in the sky. The sea of stars rotated to the stop lane. The dry leaves of summer open the gates of heaven.
The car stopped in front of an empty hospital gate. There was no one outside at night except for the man who was wearing an anti-fit-style white shirt, showing his chest, and on the legs attached to black cloth pants accompanied by his white classic car. The watchout-lined footsteps with a certain hand opened the black gate that read, 'Sugar Hospital' the wind instantly slashed at the skin.
"A experience I must remember." Someone coded him with a flashlight from the top floor of the building, "we see who's the mastermind!" Smilingly.
How strong a step would sound echoed when the occupants in the building opened were only a few people. The elevator is still working fine, pressing for the upper floor. Ricard sang the song.
'Warmly I guess, the assault was right on the chest. Something was missing from the blood. Wounds mixed with smiles what can say. Lost hope in the land, hell.'
The last chant is like a cold whisper. Serious face when elevator opens. There's no one there, empty and empty. Ricard stepped up gracefully, stopping right at the corner of the building. The expanse of the garden was dim, ten floors of it standing now. Fixing the watch, the gaze focused on the needle.
Head up, "eventually we meet, man or I have to say opponent."
"You're teasing me, you should know my best type!" Ricard was headed in, but his leg was deliberately stopped in the middle of the building.
"You're really curious about our people, I have to admit you're an interesting man." The man reached out and styled his long dark green hair with five fingers, "but how, my big catch is not you." Exhaling a rough breath. The man wore a long dark green robe and displayed an iron spider web knit, while on his cheeks, neck and right fingertips revealed an ancient Dayak tattoo. Ricard watched closely, "you don't want to introduce yourself before you win?"
"I like a humble way of speaking, very difficult for humans to do!" Laughing violently, "exceptional thoughts, I won't kill you, you can hold my statement!" The man half-spinned and was now in front of Ricard. His hands were allowed to hold each other behind his back.
"I was moved to hear it, but I was prepared to die when I got here." Little bent. As Ricard's body looked up at the man behind his back, it clashed against each other's back.
"You're interested in my tattoos, let me explain. This ancient tattoo will be on your body as a sign of honor and means also a seal. My seal will open when my duty ends. But you won't see the real seal I mean." Smiling and clawing out, hands almost hit Ricard's head the man's therapy dodged by getting between the man's legs and a shot from his small pistol was always right in the crack.
The man quickly dodged but Ricard's last bullet count hit him in the head as he faced the gun. Black blood poured from there, "you pierced me!" Holding his head and licking his blood, the head hole slowly shrank back. Smiling at Ricard, the hand raised the claw to the stomach and left a sound that collided with Ricard's iron shirt design. The man's body was dragged and hit the corner of the building. The cement barrier seemed to fend off the body so as not to fall, but the head was hit by a cement blow.
Ricard's vision began to blur, closing his eyes occasionally to return to normal. An empty spot was plastered in front of the eyes but from above a person stood on the lip of the barrier right behind him and hand dragged on the cement of the barrier.
"I'm not being too rude today!" The man seemed to be thinking in a flat tone.
Ricard broke away from him and kicked the leg, the man dodged by twisting the body. Before his feet touched the floor, Ricard kicked his stomach and face quickly. The man's body slightly retreated.
Ricard was half-running, one footing as a base and kicking with his knees towards the face but the man disappeared and was behind Ricard.
"You've lost yourself!" Laughs. Ricard's body direction is now heading to the floor. The man's sneaky smile was on his back, his legs kicking right on his back, the second time Ricard's body hit the floor. Scratch wounds gaped upon contact with the cement cracks, displaying fresh blood. The man in front of him laughed very loudly.
"You know I'm a man who would never plant in logic what the word surrender is!" Ricard laughed as he tried to stand up. Before mentally focusing against the body to be upright, from behind a glance the shadow of one's body along with the wooden beam floated. The exact destination, the wooden beam was stuck in the heart of the man in front of Ricard. Bart was next to the man's body, his left hand holding on to a wooden pole sticking out of his chest to make his feet drag the floor and end up in the elevator. The end of the wooden ramp pierced through the closed elevator door.
"Run will destroy you!" Bart warned. But from different directions, one lash was right in the middle of the two. Bart pulled himself two steps back, slightly dragging his right leg. One right hand in the pouch, and the left hand drenched in black blood loosened the tie. A cold gaze upon the body wearing a dark green hooded robe, his face covered in a buffalo mask complete with his horns, and in the hands of an iron rod capable of turning into a cutting whip.
"I'm so happy because today wasn't in vain!" The man with the wooden amang standing on his heart could still laugh, "you came at a bad time, I really want to spend the blood of sinners!"
Bart pulls the wooden pole by raising his right hand, the amang is uprooted and makes a chest move from the man in front of the elevator.
"What if you try, Barol!" Smiling obliquely with the position of the right hand shouldering the amang wood.