Execution Island
Mysterious Sounds

Mysterious sounds

That afternoon was very boring for the two teenagers who did not know what to do. In the midst of alienation and among the dense wilderness that holds a frightening mystery. Typhoon and Arif decided to occupy a cave they found in the eastern half of the island. 

Dtm.duuukk.

Typhoon looks stormy with its activities, while Arif lies on leaves that have begun to dry. Her net observed every indentation on the cave walls. Then he directed a glance at his friend who was on the lips of the cave.

     "What are you doing, Pan?" ask Arif curious. Observed his friend who was pounding the leaves on a stone shaped ceper.

     "I'm concocting a deadly potion" replied the relaxed Typhoon. His hand picked up some leaves that were beside him. Then he added some seeds and sap from the tree that contained deadly toxins. Deftly, his hands continued to pound and knead until the materials became smooth.

     "Be careful, Pan. Can - can the poison into your body" Arif cried worried. 

     "Just calm. I've made the antidote first" Typhoon replied. He thought of some sharp thorns whose ends had been covered with herbs earlier. Then directed the chopsticks that had been filled with thorns to the top of a tree.

     BUUKK... 

Shortly after, a dove fell in front of him. Suddenly, Arif got up and caught a bird that had just fallen.

     "What are we doing with this bird, Typhoon ?"

     "Regular. We're roasted !"  storm with a big smile. The sound of two stones, then smashed with each other to splash fire among the dried leaves that have been collected.

After two pigeons were eaten, the two decided to explore further the island. Although the island is not too big, but not all areas they explore.

Slowly but surely, they continued through the increasingly dense wilderness. Large trees tens or even hundreds of years old are increasingly close. Arif raised his head upwards. His eyes were amazed when he watched a group of forest monkeys happily chatting. There are also those who move from one hanging root to another hanging root. 

     "It turns out we are not alone, Pan" said Arif as he continued to follow his friend. 

     "Yes, Rif. The island is still very natural. The only building we know of, yes the big building" Typhoon replied. Meanwhile, a group of forest monkeys grew noisy with their distinctive sounds.   

     "It's a pity that we haven't had time to investigate the building, Rif" Typhoon said. His friend just nodded slowly. So excited are these two teenagers, to not realize. An unusual sight before the two.

In front of them now stretched a field that was as big as the size of a football field. The wide plains are planted with a variety of plants that look foreign to them. The two approached, making sure the plants were in front of them. How shocked the two were when they ascertained what they saw.

     "What plant is this, Pan ?" ask Arif to be astonished. As far as the eye can see, only the plant is what they see. The typhoon gasped for a moment before finally opening its voice.

     "If it's not wrong, it's called marijuana."

     "Isn't this plant forbidden, Pan ?" ask Arif again. His eyes were directed in all directions. Make sure no one sees them.

     "Yes right, this plant is banned because it has an intoxicating effect" Typhoon replied. They looked at each other, and then came back to their feet. The two entered through the meeting of marijuana plants that already have a height of one meter.

     "Who planted this, Pan ?"

     ""I don't know, Rif. We better leave this place."

     "Yes, Pan. Looks like someone's watching us !" 

Rushing the two walked in haste. Sometimes they spread their eyes around to observe the situation. Anxiety began to creep, running throughout the body both. The footsteps that had been walking, were already running. Their goal was to get to the end of the marijuana field and go back into the forest.

     Meanwhile, in a place some distance away on the edge of the marijuana field. Two people who were assigned to guard the field were engrossed in playing chess pieces. With a carefree expression, the two focused on defeating his comrade.

     "Sister... !"  said the man in black. His face smiled with satisfaction when it managed to defeat its opponent.

     "What I told you. I can definitely reply, you !" said again. While his opponent was just frowning, regretting his defeat. This skinny man rearranged the scattered chess pieces.

     "Once again, this is a determination. Who wins, is entitled to the money !" replied the skinny man with a jungle hat that covered his sparse hair.

     "good. Who is afraid !" replied friend. The two sat cross-legged in a small saung on the edge of the marijuana fields they guarded. So excited they beat each other, not realizing there were intruders who entered without permission. Next to the chessboard, there are several sheets of betting money. Two cups of coffee and two packs of cigarettes were served there.

Meanwhile, in the distance Typhoon and Arif a little more reached the end of the marijuana field. With panicked faces, the two continued running. Because of the extreme fear, the two did not realize there was a deep water way in front of them.

     BRUUUUKKKU... 

     "Oohh... !"

Both fell down because they stepped on a small trench-shaped waterway. They complain of pain in the position of overlapping each other. From a distance the man in black clothes immediately rose, followed by his friend.

     "Who's there ?!" exclaimed the black-clothed man loudly. Slowly the two stepped up, approaching the origin of the voice he had not heard for long.

     "You get me my rifle !" the black-robed man orders his friend. 

     "It looks like an intruder broke into our field" he said again. Meanwhile, Typhoon and Arif are getting panicked. Both of them were about to run, but damn it. The man in black clothes actually saw them and mercilessly opened fire.

     Doorrr...

Twice the sound of gunfire from the long barrel gun barked. But the two hot lead, only darted a few inches from the target. As fast as lightning the Typhoon lowered. Arif is confused to follow him. The two walked squatting towards the lush forest trees. Typhoon and Arif hope that the meeting of marijuana plants can hide their existence.

     "Street on, Rif. They're after us!" the Typhoon that realized his friend was far away.  He paused for a moment, waiting for his friend who looked exhausted. Sweat was pouring from his body. The panic-stricken face is very clear. With a crouching position Arif continued to force his steps, although heavy.

     "Wait for me, Typhoon !" he cried out in despair. Both of them were still in a crouching position while walking. While the two guards of the marijuana field were getting closer.

     "Hey... Don't run !" the skinny man shouted as he darted in among the intoxicating plants. His right hand was carrying a long, terrifying rifle. The two continue to march forward, chasing Typhoon and Arif. 

     "Pursue them. Don't let it escape !" exclaim the man with the black shirt. Every now and then a skinny man with a jungle hat puts a rifle butt on his shoulder. His index finger prepared to pull the trigger and his eyes took aim, looking for the position of the two teenagers who were blocked by the marijuana plant they were guarding.

     "Where are they ?" Excited the man in a black shirt while circulating a straight forward look. Sometimes he glanced at his friend who was standing not far from him.

     "Keep forward. They must not be far away !" Excited his friend who continued to walk through the green marijuana plant.

Two hot pews shot back as the skinny man in the jungle hat noticed something moving between the lushness of the cannabis plant. About fifty meters in front of him the two hunted teenagers continued to crouch while walking towards the wilderness.

     "Let's go, Rif. They're getting closer !" Typhoon reminded his friend. Occasionally his hands prepared with poisonous chopsticks tucked in his waist.

     "My leg is sprained, Pan" Arif said as he grimaced with pain in his ankle. A typhoon that could not bear to watch his friend endure the pain, immediately approached. The hand of his friend hopes Arif can run. In the midst of the panic and fear that controlled him. Arif looked frustrated and resigned.

     "You go, Typhoon. Save yourself !" 

     "No. I won't leave you alone !" 

     "I can't walk, let alone run. Leave me alone, Typhoon !" Arif is hysterical. Her tears can no longer be blocked. Amidst helplessness, this desperate teenager rose to his feet.

     "I gave up !" She cried while grimacing in pain and holding back tears. Both of his hands were raised on the sign of surrender. While twenty meters in front of him two men with sangar's face were getting closer. Both of them look very scary. Both are ready to shoot whenever they want.

     "What are you doing, Rif ?" said Typhoon lirih, with a face full of regret. He was so sorry for what his friend had done. Surrender, something that was never contained in the contents of his head. But Arif has made his own decision. Immediately he moved away when he realized his friend had faced each other with the two guards of the marijuana field. Now he no longer squatted, but crept down on the ground. That way his position is increasingly difficult to know where he is.

     "Where's your friend ?!" Ask the guy with the black shirt. The teenage face in front of him. Then circulated his view, tracing all areas of the field to find the existence of the Typhoon. What is sought is not seen. 

Arif stood up with a self-controlled fear. His body trembled violently and cold sweat poured out profusely from the pain, fear, and despair that fused within his body. He snarled with his hands fixed above his head. His gaze was empty, there was no aura of life.

     "Hey... are you deaf ?!" Hardik skinny guy with a jungle hat on the head. The muzzle of the rifle he pushed slowly the teenager's forehead in front of him raised. But he remains silent.

     "I asked again. Where's your friend !" Said the man in black. His voice was slow, yet it sounded creepy and intimidating. His eyes scanned the body of the teenager before him from foot to head. 

     "That's it. Let's just finish him off. Waste - waste time !" Excited skinny man annoyed. His flat shoulders, not tired though continue to support the stock of long barrel guns. While the muzzle of the weapon was only one inch away from Arif's forehead. Just as the skinny man finished talking, a punch struck Arif's stomach.

     BUUGGH'S...

Arif groans in pain. His body was bowed, while his hands were holding his stomach. The man in black clothes smiled satisfied. Now his hand gripped the teenager's neck until raised. Both pairs of eyes clashed. Arif was not strong to look at the eyes in front of him. Highlight the eyes that exuded an aura of ruthlessness.

     "Aa. I'm alone" said Arif slowly. With his position still suffocating, he tried to answer. But instead of being happy, the two people in front of him were just angry. 

     "Nonsolent!!, obviously we saw you two !"

     "It's tired of living, it's a boy !" 

     "Then we play a little bit" said the skinny man holding a rifle on his shoulder. He answered with a smile by his friend. Both of them smiled meaningfully. Meanwhile, Arif just stood glued. It was hard to understand what the words he had just heard meant. It's not finished yet he's digesting it all.

     BUGHGH...

The weapon popor that had been on the skinny man's shoulders. Now it's been hovering over Arif's temple. Instantly he screamed in pain as fresh blood soaked his forehead. His body fell to the ground. Like a fidelity, the skinny man again attacked the helpless teenager.

This time his right leg slammed into his chest. Instantly, Arif's body lapsed backwards.

     "Campus you, rancid boy !" Hardik the guy who kicked him. His friend just smiled watching the savagery on display. The man in black shirt prepared to aim at the body that was already cowering in pain.

     "Let me finish him off !" he shouted by directing the muzzle of his long barrel gun to the body of Arif who was helpless. While the skinny man nodded with a wide smile.

     "Do it !" The call was brief as his friend prepared to pull the trigger. But suddenly a very surprising event thwarted everything.

     "Hey.. coward !" A voice that was loud enough shocked the two. Just contact them to find the direction of the sound. The two set their sights on the entire field area they guarded. But they did not find the owner of the voice. 

     "Where is he ?!" The black-robed man. His eyes looked here and there, but saw nothing. Only the cannabis tree swayed in an invisible wind. 

     "It seems not far" said his friend who joined the daze to find the origin of the sound. But what is sought has not yet appeared.

     "Hey.., I'm here coward !" 

Back the voice sounded loud as if challenging. The man in black shirt raised his rifle which he had not had time to use. Rushing he turned around, looking for the origin of the sound. Arif's already helpless body was left just like that.

     "Nonsensical.... !"

     "Hey rancid boy, where are you ?!" 

     "Capture me, if you can !" The mysterious voice reverberated. Both marijuana farm keepers were frustrated. The faces of the two flushed with anger. Occasionally the sound of gunfire could be heard from their rifles.

     "You go there, let me search around here" said the man in a black shirt. Now the two are split, in opposite directions. In hopes of finding the owner of the voice sooner. 

Meanwhile, among the cannabis plants were swaying in all directions. Arif's fragile body moved slowly. By crawling down, he moves a little by an inch. Sometimes he paused for a moment to endure the pain that was so tormenting him. 

The entire clothing had already fused with the ground and torn where - mana. Fresh blood was still dripping from the temple and slightly blocking his sight. Every now and then he covered his ears as the sound of a rifle eruption was so frightening to him. Apparently the man in the black shirt lost his temper. He fired shots in all directions. Amidst his annoyance, the black-shirted man was startled by a voice that drove him crazy. 

     "I'm here !" The voice that was none other than the voice of the Typhoon. Suddenly the man in black shirt turned around to look for the origin of the voice not far behind him. Once the two pairs of eyes collide, and the body faces each other. As fast as lightning a fist-sized stone shot out smashed into the long barrel rifle that was aiming at him.

     "Aaauuu.... !" 

The black-robed man screamed in pain as his hand was hit by a sizable stone. In one felled, his rifle dropped to the ground and fired bullets in all directions. 

The typhoon, which noticed its throw hit the target, turned around. He entered the forest behind him. Turns out it was just a stratagem, for the man to pursue her .

      "Basic fucking boy !" Hardik the man. The shotgun dropped and rushed after the Typhoon.

      DOORR...DOORR...DOORR...

     "Campus you !" He exclaimed with anger. Three times the hot lead he vomited blindly. His steps accelerated in order to catch his quarry. Only a few large trees passed through. Unexpectedly, came a surprise attack from above. 

     "You're the one who's lost !" Excited Typhoon lantang. His body floated from the branch of a tree at high speed. While his hand smashed as hard as the power of a large enough log. The man in black was not ready. His body collapsed to the ground with his head broken. His rifle was thrown not far from his body which was stiffened.