METAL CHILD BALLad
BLOODY PAINTING

"Alright, there is no other way," whispered the girl inwardly with an erratic heart. His ghost was fluttering even louder as the men who were starting to look excited came at him with wild and mischievous eyes.

"Mama, papa .. forgive your son! Maybe today is the last time your son will be able to live in this world." The girl was like standing while holding the end of a worn curtain cloth with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry for my mistakes with you both!"

"Alexi .. I'm sorry! Maybe we'll never see each other again!" The girl spoke inwardly with a bitter feeling. "Alexi, I love you!"

"Alexi, let's hope we meet again in the next life and we still like each other like in this life!" The girl still spoke in her heart. "Goodbye, my Alexi!"

"Capture him and you can do anything to him, including ...."

"Including tasting?" One of the thugs asked in an harassing tone while continuing to laugh.

"That's right, not just tasting it. But also enjoy it to the satisfaction before we leave him to our boss Mr Hardman!"

Laughter is heard breaking the silence of the house which is rumored to be very haunted and often takes its toll. They seem to forget the ghost stories that are often a hot topic for the villagers. Apparently, the tempestuous desire when dealing with this young girl has defeated all the tragic news stories that have happened in that place.

"Hardman! So they're Hardman's bald men?" The girl finally found out why she was being chased by these ugly-looking thugs. "So he didn't let me go, even though I've moved places and no one knows I'm here including Alexi!"

"Rather than having to give myself up to the bald men of Hardman, I'd rather sacrifice myself. At least I died honorably fighting them all. Than to die in disgusting disgrace!" The girl who was feeling cornered and had no choice was again speaking in her heart while commenting on the smile full of mystery. "Perhaps, there will be another tragic new story going on here today."

"Come, Sweet Child .. serve us well before we hand you over to our superiors" said one of the wolf-headed thugs on his left arm. The man stepped up while undressing his superior accompanied by a laugh that sounded very nauseating. "Let's get started!"

"Don't come any closer! Disgusting" the girl snapped with a slightly trembling voice. Extreme fear is indeed running his feelings, but he does not want to just give up on the situation without doing something. "If you dare to approach, then your lives will instantly change places!"

Hearing those words, instead the thugs became laughing out loud as if the girl's words were a joke. They were very confident that this time there would be no failure. The glint of desire flared up even more in the spies of these lowly moral men.

"Hey, shouldn't we stick to the old rules?" asked one of the thugs. "Isn't that so, Boss?"

"Whoever wants, get it over with!" the asked sahut. He himself did not seem very interested in the hunted girl.

"Okay, Boss!" Simultaneously the thugs moved violently towards the girl who was like she was getting ready to do something.

The thugs tried to touch the girl's body carelessly to release whatever was attached to the girl's skin. However, the girl was not an ordinary little boy who could only resign when he was bullied. He was prepared to do something that had been planned since.

Suddenly, the girl pulled with all her might the worn curtain cloth. Of course, the movement made the cloth detach and scatter the thick dust that had accumulated for decades.

And ....

"Zikeee!" Alexi Nata Praja was suffocated when suddenly the maple leaf painting he was cleaning accidentally fell and broke instantly. Every day he did very painstakingly clean his own frame paintings of fruit works by his girl. Other than Ni Sendari her grandmother, no one is allowed to touch the beautiful painting of her beloved.

"What's this?" Alexi's beautiful round eyes widened when he saw the glass scattered on the floor of his room. The young man immediately crouched down to pick up a canvas sheet painted with maple leaves that was like a picture of the painter's feelings.

As a result of his hasty movements when reaching for the orange maple leaf painting, accidentally his right palm was scratched by broken glass to cause a deep longitudinal wound. But strangely, no concubine screamed in pain from the young man's thin lips.

"Did something bad happen to her?" Alexi Nata Praja asked inwardly as she stood up slowly and hugged the canvas and did not notice it at all, if the painting had been exposed to blood from the wound.

A man dressed in black was seen running in to hear the sound of objects falling from Alexi's room. The man's face looked extremely panicked, even more so when he found the young master like one who was in great confusion. Alexi was still standing with wide eyes like he did not want to blink.

"Young Masteraa! What's going on with you?" Abraham hurried over to his young master who stood staring while holding a maple leaf painting covered in blood.

"Young Master, are you hurt?" Abraham clearly felt very panicked by the state of Alexi who was injured on his palm and fingers. "Young Master! Mudaaa sir!"

Alexi himself was still glued to his place without anyone knowing the cause. He himself was not even aware that his palm had been injured.

"Young Master, Young Master don't scare me!" Abraham tried to resuscitate Alexi while tapping the young master's body to sit back on his chair.

"Young Master drink up!" Abraham gave Alexi a glass of drinking water.

"What's wrong with her? Why did he suddenly become like this?" Abraham wondered in his heart, not knowing exactly why his young master had become such an unconscious man. "Is this one of the side effects of that cultivation pill?"

"A-Abra-Abraham!" Alexi suddenly spoke in the confusion of his tongue while shaking a small sign of rejecting the drinking water given by Abraham.

"Yes, Young Master!" Abraham was relieved when he heard his name called. The man immediately placed the glass he was holding on the table.

"Was that, was there really a bad sign that was happening to her?" Alexi asked while staring at the broken glass and figura that were still scattered.

"What do you mean, Young Master?" Abraham did not understand.

Alexi Nata Praja turned to stare at his beloved painting and suddenly just screamed, "Abraham! How can this painting bleed?"

"Bloody Painting! This painting is bleeding!"

...Snappy...