Execution Island
Keep Running

Keep running

"Faster, Rif !" Exciting Typhoon. His footsteps accelerated. Sometimes he turned his face back. Where the three people who were chasing them were getting closer. The three were so eager to catch the two teenagers.

"That's them"! The tall skinny man shouted out loudly. His index finger pointed straight at the sight of Typhoon and Arif in the distance. The third step is accelerated as the distance between them and the two hunted decreases.

DOORR...

Suddenly an eruption sounded. Shortly thereafter, his echoing voice reflected a high cliff overlooking the sea. Birds - birds that are buzzing, immediately scattered into space.

"Hey, who opened fire ?!" Excited tall skinny man panicked. The highlight of his eyes was directed at the faces of his two comrades who looked just as confused. Unsatisfied. So this man looked for the origin of the sound in the distance, but he also found nothing.

"It seems from that direction" replied the man with the skull on his head. His index finger he pointed to a place that was quite far from their position. And from the opposite direction.

"Didn't they hear the commanding officer's orders ?" Said the tall thin man who kept moving forward. 

"Maybe during the briefing, he fell asleep" said his friend. A smile was engraved on his face.

Meanwhile, Typhoon and Arif continued to run with uncertain feelings. Every now and then the panicked-looking face looked back.

"They're getting closer, Rif "cries a tense Typhoon. His face looked even more riled up watching the three people behind who continued to lunge forward.

"What should we do, Pan ?!" Asked Arif with a face no less panicked. Occasionally the two complained in pain when the plant spines managed to scratch the skin of both.

"Don't stop, Rif. Keep running !" Exciting Typhoon. Spontaneously he bowed his head as in front of them barked up a broken tree trunk. Arif followed what his friend did. But not yet perfect he passed through the tree trunks that cross.

"Stop, don't run !" A loud enough scream managed to make his second move come to a halt. Now in front of the two stood two men who were holding a long barrel rifle. 

"Come with us to see boss Jhoni !" Exclaimed the fat man with a terrible look. His index finger was ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

"The sooner you give up, the better !" This time the man next to her spoke. Men who are just as fat, but have a higher posture. From the back of the two teenagers, already seen a tall skinny man and his two friends. 

"Don't expect us to come with you !" The steady Typhoon. His eyes glanced sharply at the two people before him. Occasionally he squinted his eyes back when he realized they were surrounded. 

Next to the Typhoon, Arif could not hide his fear. His body trembled and continued to stick to his friend. 

"I'm afraid, Pan" he said slowly but could still be heard by the Typhoon.

"Calm, Rif. If I command you to run. Run as hard as he can" Typhoon replied slightly in a whisper, answered with a nod. 

"Do you want to be a beast's meal !" Hardik the man in front of the two teenagers.

"Yes. You better come with us !"  His friend assured.

"Not to be afraid. Your food is guaranteed, three times a day" he said with a mocking smile.

"You will not go hungry !" The fat man again. Slowly, both of his feet stepped forward. Soon, the two laughed. In front of them, the Typhoon thought hard as the man holding the rifle approached.

The muzzle of the rifle he pointed to the forehead of the Typhoon standing right in front of him. But the teenager was undaunted by the slightest glare of his sharp eyes hitting the eyes of the man before him.

"Hey, don't shoot !"  Excited tall skinny man. His right hand was raised to give an aba - an aba to lower the rifle that was ready to spit out hot lead. But the fat man who was aiming ignored him.

"The commander said, they should be brought alive !" The man with the hat on his head. Without them noticing, in front of them the Typhoon did something. This teenager silently inserted two sharp thorns into his chopsticks. 

"Who are you, dare to organize - chat ?!" Hardik's a fat guy who's pointing a gun. The muzzle of his rifle shifted slightly, along with the changing direction of his gaze. 

"We are not arranging. You didn't hear the commander's briefing earlier ?!" Bela man high. He doesn't want his friends to be blamed. His hand was attached to the handle of his rifle. Indirectly this man gave a message that he could also point a rifle. 

WUUUSS...

Two sharp thorns along the twenty-centimeter floated at high speed simultaneously. 

"Aaauuu.... !!" Screams of pain rang out from the mouth of the fat man and his comrade simultaneously. Soon, the two fell to the ground. Their hands touched the thorns whose tip contained poison stuck in the necks of the two. Their rifles also fell not far from the fat bodies of the two.

"Run, Rif !" Exciting Typhoon while pulling his friend's hand. Both of them ran with all their might, darting, grazing all sorts of obstructing plants. The tall skinny man and his two friends were just gawking. Been impressed with the view.  He did not care about the two teenagers who ran away.

The three seemed to be in disbelief watching the two people who a few minutes ago were still fresh in shape. Now it has become a corpse with terrible conditions.

"What happened ?" 

Suddenly a voice surprised the three. In front of them, now stood Bowo and some of his men.

"They were killed with chopsticks, commander !"  Excited the tall man and was praised by two of his friends.

"Pump... ?"  bowo replied astonishment. He tries to remember - remember. When the same incident was experienced by his men. He crouched down, observed the state of the bodies of his two troops that began to turn blue due to the poison that had already reacted.

"You go after them !" Bowo exclaimed when he realized the increasingly crowded place.The number of new Bowo men came to make the place more crowded.

"Each commander !" Excite all three. They left the place to continue the pursuit.

"Which direction are they running ?! " ask the tall, skinny man to his two friends.

"It looks like they're heading this way !" Answer friends. Meanwhile from the other direction came a new entourage. More and more people are coming and looking for Typhoon and Arif. 

"Bawa.they live - live !" Bowo cried out loud. It could not be covered anymore the look of annoyance that emanated from his face. 

"Okay commander !" Answer some of his new comers.

"They're after us, Pan ?" Asked Arif who looked still frightened.

"Not yet visible, Rif !" Answer Typhoon briefly. His view was spread backwards. There are only trees that embrace each other because of the tightness of the forest.

"We rest for a while, Pan" said Arif with a sharp breath. He put his body in a pretty thick grass. While sweat poured out from all over his body. 

"Yes, Rif" replied the Typhoon. In the same condition, he sat next to his friend. Sometimes, his eyes were moved in all directions. Make sure none of Bowo's men are hunting them.

"Aman Rif" he said again. 

"Until when are we like this, Pan ?!" Asked Arif in a slightly frustrated tone of voice.

"I don't want to die here, Pan." 

"Prophe Rif. I don't want to die either."

After a while of fatigue. Now the two are back on their feet. With a tired face and sweat drenching the entire body.

"We'd better leave this place before they come."

"Yes, Pan."

Both of them returned to throw fatigue. The fear of something so terrible, made them continue to walk even run.