Execution Island
Execution

Execution

     A gust of wind slowly wiped the entire body. Sometimes Arif's eyes closed, when stroked by the soft touch of the baby. That afternoon the weather was pretty clear. Irring - the accompaniment of clouds that move regularly towards the open ocean becomes a very beautiful sight. 

     Meanwhile, the two Typhoons observe a group of waves that race, chasing each other to reach the beach. From the top of the hill, he also occasionally witnessed a fishing boat that was looking for fish. But strangely, none of the boats approached the island they were on .

     "I'm surprised Rif... !" exciting Typhoon. His eyes were still on the high sea. Slowly he got up and sat leaning against a fairly large trunk of a tree.

     "How come, Pan ?" Answer his friend who is still lying down. With a supine position with two hands, Arif continued to observe the group of clouds that walked in a row. 

     "Is this island so feared that not a single fishing boat comes close to the island ?" ask the Typhoon for an answer. Although he really did not need that answer. Because they're going to find out what really happened on the island.

     "Siiialll." said Typhoon when he found Arif who had been closed. Occasional noises - strange sounds coming out of his throat cavity. While the Typhoon stayed awake, enjoying the panorama it rarely got. His mind flew, glaring far beyond distance and time. Remembering the two parents he loved so much. Although many times he denied and did not listen to the advice of the two, but a deep longing made both eyes dewy.

     "Mother, father, Forgive Typhoon. Typhoons often make mothers and fathers angry. Now the Typhoon feels the weight of losing the affection of mother and father. Pray that the Typhoon can leave the island safely."

     Say it in the heart. Without feeling, the two dewy eyes are now spilling drops by drops of clear circles. Can no longer be dammed the longing that is fused with sadness.

How late the teenager will feel. He did not realize that the night had come. The typhoon moved from his seat, near his best friend who was still asleep. 

     "Riff... Arifs. Wake up Rif."

     "Yes Pan, I was asleep for a long time" Arif said as he rubbed his eyes. His eyes were on his busy friend. 

     "What are you doing, Pan ?" 

     "I'm making a weapon, Rif."

     "Guns....?!" Arif is shocked.  Observe again the object that is being held by his friend. Just a bamboo stick, the inner. Why the Typhoon says it's a weapon. 

     "completed too. Now we pray Maghrib. Later we will see how deadly these chopsticks are" said Typhoon. Put something shaped like a stick.

     "Yeah..."

     After completing his duties as a servant. Both ate some of the fruit that Typhoon got this afternoon. There are many forest fruits that are ready to be eaten by them.

     Now the two teenagers are walking under the moonlight. Occasionally the moon shows its full form. Not infrequently also the light is blocked thick black clouds that come.

    Both of them seemed to be scanning for anything that could be targeted by the poisonous chopsticks they were carrying. By walking through shrubs and weeds, both concentrate their hearing and vision. 

     The typhoon gave several sharp thorns that were about ten inches long to Arif. Then he put one thorn into the hole of the chopsticks he brought. He gave the code for Arif to follow what he was doing..

     "Be careful, don't let your skin get pricked by these thorns. I've covered the end with poison-containing sap." 

     "okay !" reply Arif. The two cast a glance as their sense of hearing captured the presence of other beings around them. The eyes of the two teenagers were made to blink unblinkingly, as a boar with a large body walked slowly towards them. 

     "What is that, Pan ?" asked Arif nervously. His body trembled, enduring the fear that spread throughout his body. His joints were limp and his heart beat was accelerating. While the figure of a large beast with sharp fangs was getting closer to the two.

      "Pig of the forest, Rif" replied the calm Typhoon. The chopsticks that were in his hands were now preparing to aim at the target. The distinctive sound that comes out of the animal, making the atmosphere even more gripping. The head of the beast sniffed in all directions. Now the two teenagers only live about two meters away from the wild boar who prepared to attack.

     Arif grew increasingly agitated as he watched the beast before them stomp - stomping its feet, preparing to hit whatever was in front of him. And unexpectedly, the boar ran about to hit Arif who looked agitated. 

     Wuemuss.....

     One shot, a thorn containing a deadly poison stuck right in the huge body of the savage beast. The boar that had already felt the reaction from the poisonous needle, instantly collapsed fell to the ground. His body convulsed - a seizure for a while before finally not moving at all. 

     "You okay, what, Rif ?" storm as his friend got up. Arif just grimaced softly.

     "It's okay what Pan, just a little blister hit the tree trunk earlier" replied Arif. Screaming himself, while watching a large boar barking lifeless.

     "Truely turn off this chopsticks Pan" cried Arif Again.

     "real Rif. It's the toxic sap that makes these chopsticks so deadly" Typhoon replied convincingly. Now the two of them walked back to where they rested. A small hut they set up, just to protect from the cold of the night. 

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     Tonight the moonlight was unable to provide adequate illumination. The iring - the accompaniment of the black cloud prevents the moon from sharing its light. This made a gripping aura envelop the entire mysterious island.

     The humble howling of the coyote as if calling the angel of death to come. Meanwhile, on top of the huge building standing in the center of the island, flying around - swivel dozens of black crows. His distinctive voice is capable of hypnotizing anyone who hears it. 

     "Take the kid to the operating table !" exclaimed the old man with grayed hair. His index finger pointed at the fifteen-year-old boy who was sitting leaning against the wall that was already dull. His hands embrace both knees his bent legs. Highlight his sharp eyes rained down on the two people standing in front of the cell door. 

         Yep. The boy and dozens of others were inside a prison room with an iron trellis measuring ten square meters. They do not know what mistakes make them treated like pets. Urge - insist in a narrow room with a potluck meal. Their lives can float at any time without being prevented.

The most painful thing was that their internal organs were taken away and traded like animal flesh. There was nothing they could do but surrender.

     "Good boss... !" his bodyguard was short. His hands swiftly opened the cell padlock made of steel. While Jhoni, the old man whose hair had turned white smiled satisfied. 

     "Tidaaakkkk. I don't want to die. Let go of me !" screams of the boy who has been targeted by Jhoni. his hands revolted when he will be brought. While his feet kicked - kicked in all directions. Friends - his friends just stare and mute.

     "Take me off... !"  again when he was released from a holding cell. He continued to rebel in order to be released until two hard slaps landed on his cheek.

     Plaakk..... 

     "You want to be free haahhh ?!" well I'll free you to another realm. Haha.... !" yelled Jhoni arrogantly.

     "You're the one who's gonna die, you crazy old jackass !" hardik the fifteen-year-old boy and that skinny body. Just contact his friends get up and bang - gedor iron cell that locked them. Instantly, the atmosphere also became violent. Slowly but surely worry crept all over Jhoni. Hurry up and leave the place.

     "Hurry up to execute him. And clean up this mess."

     "Good boss !"  replied the guard. With a violent face, he fired a shot upwards several times. It turned out to be quite effective, proven by returning to calm conditions in the cell.

     Meanwhile, in a fairly narrow room stood a person dressed as a doctor who was performing surgery. With his great clothes on, he was ready to do his duty. In front of him now lies the boy who was brought by Jhoni's bodyguard. 

     "Take me off.... !" the boy's hysterical screams echoed throughout the building. 

     "Please.... !" he shouted repeatedly. But everything was in vain, because his hands and feet were tied. No matter how strong he was, he was still unable to release himself.

The longer the screams get louder. But now what is heard is not the scream of anger, but the scream of pain. He kept screaming as the scalpel cut through his chest, and pulled out his heart, liver and lungs.

     Until finally his screams get weaker as the droplets of blood that run down the river wet the operating table.  Behind the executor, stood Jhoni with a satisfied smile.