Execution Island
Clashed

Clashed

A few days after the invasion of Saint Cs, the pulse of the lives of residents returned to normal. It is undeniable that the incident not only left physical injuries to residents, especially mothers and children. But more painful are psychic wounds. A deep trauma. These wounds would accumulate and create anger and resentment. Both are two very potent elements as the fuel of retaliation. 

Among the remaining debris, residents are trying to find something that might still be usable. Some people set up makeshift tents. There are also those who directly repair all damage, for those who have enough savings.

     "This can't be allowed. He must be responsible !" exclaims a loud mother. His lips trembled, resisting the roar of mounting emotions. 

     "That bill, father, mother - mother. We teach Jhoni a lesson !" answer another mother. Several people gathered to discuss the fateful incident they had experienced. Mothers seem emotional, but the fathers and young men seem to be careful to make decisions.

     "If he is responsible. What can the boy do. We know the situation ourselves. Even Warijem's mother burned. His house had also become ashes" said a middle-aged man who was being poured over. But the people are not satisfied with his words. They're even getting out of control. The longer the crowd gathers. On average, they agreed with the two mothers.

     "Get him out of our village !"

     "Agoddess....!!" 

     "We're all here immigrants. Don't do much !" exclaim a young man no less fierce.

     "Let's get the kid out!" it was burning again - fire.

    "Essir...usirr...usirr...  !!!" Mother's cries echoed throughout the village. They moved several tens of meters. And stopped right in front of the warijem residence that was no longer left. Meanwhile, Jhoni fell asleep with the ashes of the rest of his building burning. A piece of block that had the end of it charred he made a pillow. Lamat - a wave of boisterous voices of citizens entering his subconscious. Take it between dream and reality.

     "What is this ?" jhoni said in astonishment, as he could no longer sustain his beautiful dream. Now what appears is dozens of villagers who gather around him. There are mothers, fathers and young men. There are also minors who enliven the atmosphere. Everything is compact shouting words - words makian. All the anger, the resentment is spilled so - so.

     "Go, Jhoni !"

     "We don't want what happened yesterday to happen again !"

     "We don't want any criminals here !"

     "Fastly lift your feet from this village !" 

Unrelenting screams and mockings echoed. Jhoni only resigned, when no one else would accept him. Even his neighbors, his mother's friends and playmates. Everybody's tight. Slowly he stood up. One by one the people in front of him. Who cursed him, who cursed him even who drove him away. Everything is stooped.

     "alright. I'll go !" yelling Jhoni steady. While the voices - discordant voices are no longer heard. Change the whisper - whisper among the citizens with a cynical look. Strengthen his heart when he was trained to step. Slowly but surely he left the rubble of his house with a blank look. 

     "I have to be strong through this !" it's in the heart. He kept walking, down the rigors of street life. Survive the law of the jungle. Who is strong he who survives. The weak, dead or oppressed.

Many victims have fallen in his hands. Most of them were street children he met. Because of trivial problems until the seizure of territory became the cause of their killing.  As it happened a moment ago. A teenage boy's body died at the hands of Jhoni.

Then casually, Jhoni skinned the young man's body. Not there, on the side of the victim's stomach. With a wry smile, he took out the heart and heart of his victims. He did not realize two pairs of eyes were watching his activities.

     "Good job, young man !" exclaimed a man with a black suit stellan and a frog hat. His stature was high stocky with sunglasses. 

     "Si... Who are you ?!" yell out Jhoni panicked. Spontaneously he stood up and brandished a dagger full of blood. The two men before him looked calm. 

     "Set the young. We do not mean evil" said the other man. Her appearance was ordinary, with a middle section haircut. His clothes were only T-shirts and material pants. Both of his hands were positioned in front of his chest with calming intent.

     "What do you want ?!" jhoni exclaimed in an unchanging position. His eyes did not blink an inch from the two people before him. The black-clothed man smiled looking at the expression of the young man before him.

     "You're the one I've been looking for all this time." 

     "What do you mean. You want to arrest me ?" Jhoni was panicking. His eyes are scary. The dagger he held began to swing - swing in front of his interlocutor.

     "Hey.... ! You're mistaken. You won't be caught by anyone !" the man standing next to the man in the suit, moved quickly. Now he is between Jhoni and the man in the black suit, intent on protecting his superior.

     "What's your name, young man ?!" ask the man in black.

     "What is your business ?!" hardik Jhoni's. The man in black clothes stood still with a calm expression. His hand gave the code for his men to step aside. 

     "Do you want to work with me ?" said again. His face was firmly waiting for the young man's answer. While Jhoni began to soften. The dagger that had been pointing straight ahead, was now lowered.

     "What will I get ?" ask Jhoni full of probes. The man in black clothes turned his head towards his men.

BRUUUUKKKU...

A bag of crackles containing dozens of banknotes was thrown in front of Jhoni. The young man gasped, but he did not want to be rash. His facial expression did not change. In his mind estimate the amount of money was about tens of millions of Rupiah.

     "That money is the opening payment, if you're willing to work for me !" 

     "What should I do ?" jhoni asked in astonishment with such a huge fee. Whereas it was just the opening pay, how else would the next pay, he thought. But Jhoni is still Jhoni, he does not want to show his heart. His facial expression remained fierce, frightening. Look at his sharp eyes.

     "Find as many victims and give them their internal organs to me" said the man in black. He stepped closer to the body that had been dissected by Jhoni. The heart that slipped out of its place.

     "This is money. Whatever the price, it will be paid by the dying billionaires" he said, lifting a heart still soaked with blood. Jhoni just silently stared. He began to realize who he was dealing with. 

     "Well, I'm willing to work with you !" yelling Jhoni steady. The hand that was soaked with blood was now thrust before the man in black. Without the slightest disdain the man in black clothes greeted him with a satisfied smile. The two men shook hands . Marking cooperation that will bring drastic changes in Jhoni's life.

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Like yesterday, Toni and Riko are back on the road. One or two pennies they get from every kind rider. After the day it was getting late, and the sunlight was getting stingier. They rest for a moment. Gripping with fellow rupiah fighters. Not infrequently, a crisp laugh broke out between them.

     "Bang Toni, what's the Typhoon ?" exclaimed a girl who was a fellow busker.

     "I can't confirm his fate" replied Toni. His face was down as if he was sorry.

     "sorry. So make Bang Toni sad" said the girl again. His eyes were turned in the other direction. Riko, whose position is not far, still faithfully observes every passing vehicle.

      "What ga" replied Toni casually. Instantly, his face changed when he saw Riko rise and approach a black minibus vehicle. Riko confirmed the two people who were behind the wheel. How shocked he was when he found Jarot was engrossed in a cigarette in the left seat.

     "Knees....! riko shouted while running towards Toni. 

     "That's them, bang !" yell Riko again. His index finger pointed right at the minibus that had left the red light. Tony rushed to his motorcycle.

     "Roof Ko !" toni's orders. As fast as lightning Riko jumped into the bonfire of Toni's motorbike.  And they drove at high speed, trailing the kidnappers' second vehicle. 

     "Where's the car, Ko ?" Ask Tony in a high voice. Worried that his interlocutor isn't listening.

     "The black bang. Minibus black." 

     "okay !"

About half an hour they kept their distance. So that the two kidnappers are unaware of their existence.

     "Until when do we follow them, bang ?" ask the impatient Riko.

     "We wait for them to stop and come down, Ko" replied Toni. His eyes watched as the vehicle they were trailing entered the parking area of a mini market. The road they walked seemed to be smooth.  Some people are relaxing on the terrace of the mini market. 

     "Prepare, Ko !" toni exclaims to give aba - aba when the motorcycle they ride stops right behind the vehicle of the two kidnappers who have brought Typhoon and Arif.

     "Hey..., remember me ?!" toni asked with an intimidating expression. Jarot was shocked when he saw the face of the man before him. Distracted his gaze, his left palm was now his concern. 

     "What do you want, young man ?!" Jarot joked. Kubil was next to his friend. His face demanded an explanation.

     "He made my hands sewn" Jarot told his trunks.

     "Where are you taking my brother and his friend ?!" asked Toni in a thunderous voice. Riko stood by Toni's motorcycle. His eyes were watching the surroundings.

     "I told you, your sister is in hell" Jarot replied with a faint look. Kubil smiled cynically at the words of his friend.

     BUUUGH... !

A drifting blow struck the belly of the fat man with the bald head. His fat body was unable to withstand the rigors of Toni's punch. His body staggered backwards.

     "Bad 'em !" hardik Kubil who did not thank his friend was beaten. He launched the attack with a fierce anger - gebu. A kick floated towards Toni's waist. But this young man was more alert His hand caught the drifting leg, immediately then his foot hit the other opponent's leg. 

BRUUUUUGG.... !

The huge tall body fell to the ground. His face grimaced in pain. Jarot did not remain silent.

     "Feel this !" maki the bald guy.  A little more punch hit Toni's face, if only he wasn't ready. As fast as lightning he spun avoiding the blow while grabbing Jarot's hand.  Soon after, he bent his body. And at high speed he slammed his opponent's body.

     BRAAKKK.... ! 

A table on the terrace of the mini market was destroyed hit by the body of fat Jarot. Those who were busy relaxing, are now running to save themselves.

     "You want your hands stitched up again ?!" exclaim Toni emotions. Now the dagger had been drawn in his hand. Jarot looks like a ghost. Face frightened. He tried to get away from the young man before him. But his body hit the wall mini market.

     "You just need to tell me where my sister is !" Exciting Toni Fire - fire. His anger was growing and uncontrollable. A blow back he gave. But a scream surprised him.

     "Review banggg.... !"  Riko screamed hysterically as a machete floated, ready to slash his friend's throat.

     WUUUS....

     "Campus you !" exclaimed a man who came with his machete strike. Toni who unexpectedly got an attack from behind, spontaneously dropped. But slash after slash of a machete continued to hunt him. He gave him no chance to launch an attack. 

     "Hurry you guys go !" a voice sounded. Before long Jarot and Kubil rushed out of the place. Riko looked confused. Whether stalking his two kidnappers or saving Toni.  Now the position of the young man is getting squeezed on the mini market wall. In front of him were milling slashes - slashes of a machete that endangered his soul.

     "Dead me !" Toni. In between - between avoiding slashes and sabetage cleaver, he still had time to launch a kick.

     BUUKO... 

     "Aaaauu....!" 

A voice of pain was heard when Toni's leg hit the knee of one of her attackers. But it has not been able to stop the wave of sabetage of the machete that came demanding his death. Even now the wave of attacks is getting fiercer and deadly. So far Toni is still able to avoid slashes - slashes that target vital areas in his body.