Murder In The Old Castle
XVII. Warhouse Fight
Yoga stands alert. In his hand was still clasped by an iron pipe, ready to attack the black-robed figure before him. His eyes were fixed, but the look on his face was invisible because it was dark. His heart rippled as he realized the figure was carrying a large axe in hand. Yoga instantly realizes that he must fight life-and-death against this mysterious intruder.
“Close coward! Don't stand sculpting like that!” challenge Yoga.
The figure with a quick movement, suddenly attacked, swinging the axe towards Yoga.
The traaang!
Yoga swiftly repelled the axe with the iron pipe it carried. After all, axes and iron pipes were not comparable opponents. The iron pipe in his hand slammed. Yoga was about to reach back the pipe, but because it was dark he could not see clearly. While the intruder is ready to strike back with a swing of his axe.
“Sial!”
Aware of not having adequate self-protection, Yoga slipped behind the tool shelves lined up there. His hands fumbled over what was on the shelf, trying to find an object that could be used for self-protection. Unfortunately there are only cans of paint, brushes, saws and nails. Because of panic, everything fell scattered, causing a noise.
Who is that guy? Why would he want to kill me? Nah! I don't want to be the same fate as Karina. I have to hold on! Yoga in the Heart.
He found a hammer. In desperation, he held the hammer while sitting among the shelves of tools. Suddenly silent atmosphere. His heart beat, pumping adrenaline faster than usual. Sweat began to drip on his temples.
Yoga brings the view around. Now he was cornered at the end of the room, near a pile of cardboard that was mounting. The sound of the clanking of axes coming into contact with the floor suddenly sounded. The sound was so close, but out of nowhere. Darkness forces to concentrate more. Right now there was nothing he was thinking about but surviving!
Braaak!
Suddenly an axe hit the cardboard near where it stood. The cards are scattered. In her nervousness, Yoga ran away to the other side of the room. The mysterious black figure continued to hunt, with an axe clasped in hand. It seems he was so eager to finish off Yoga. It was immediately apparent that the figure was wearing some kind of mask to protect his face.
Yoga has not much choice. The only defensive fortifications were the shelves within the warehouse. His position was confined, so he had to rack his brain in order to avoid this psychopath. As he continued to be urged, he immediately threw the hammer in his hand at his attacker.
“Death to you!”
Wuuout!
Bye!
“Aduh!”.
Although the exact attack hit the face of the mysterious figure, it does not mean paralyzing it. At the very least, the concentration of the attacker was slightly split. This is not wasted by yoga. He ran back behind the shelves. Again look for anything that can be used for protection.
Suddenly, his eyes focused on the paint cans. Indeed, the paint can will not be able to hurt the attacker, but at least it will slightly hamper the movement of the figure, so he has little time to think about the next tactic.
Opening paint cans. Then he curled up next to the shelf. I don't know where the mysterious figure is, because suddenly the atmosphere returned silent and gripping. Yoga increases alertness. Do not let the figure suddenly appear behind him like in the horror films he had seen.
To minimize that possibility, he shuffled towards the wall while carrying a can full of paint. Suddenly, there came a creaking of an axe that ran down the floor. The voice was so loud and soaked in horror. Yoga is becoming more alert. As the voice drew closer, Yoga stood up. Now he is facing the mysterious figure.
Spontaneously, he poured a can of paint over the hunter. The unexpected attack succeeded in making the figure surprised. Unfortunately, this psychopath is late to avoid. Sparks of paint soaked his black robe, even seemingly capable of causing a poignant sensation in the eyes. For a while the psychopath staggered and rubbed his eyes.
This golden opportunity is not wasted by Yoga. While the psychopath is still rubbing his eyes, Yoga slashes, slashing his legs to kick the abdomen of the attacker.
"Dead you!"
The attacker staggered backwards, but could still maintain balance. Not wanting to waste time, Yoga grabbed a wooden stick next to him. The attack was again launched, this time hitting the chest of the psychopath.
Duuk!
The mysterious figure this time was unable to withstand the attack. Anyway, he fell. The axe was thrown to the side. Trouble he tried to stand, unfortunately his movement became slow because of the wide robe worn.
Yoga is over the wind. Not yet had the psychopath stood up, legs Yoga had pressed the chest of the attacker, so practically the attacker could not move. They look at each other. Unfortunately Yoga cannot confirm the face behind the mask. He could only see a pair of vicious eyes hidden there.
“You think it's that easy to finish me off, ha?!” gertak Yoga's.
That masked psychopath didn't say a word. He continued to look at Yoga's face, as his hands moved fumbling trying to reach the axe that was thrown not far from its place.
“Do not try! These legs of mine could crush your neck at any time. I advise you to stay in your position. Hear that! In the castle there are already cops who will arrest you anytime. You must have killed Karina. Unfortunately, this time you were wrong. I'm not as weak as that poor woman. This time I myself will throw you into the cold of the prison floor!” said Yoga, while continuing to press the psychopath's neck with his shoes.
“I do not understand, what motives possessed you, so you killed Karina, or maybe you also killed Mr. Anggara. What do you feel when you see blood flowing, life stretching, or flesh being cut off? Are you satisfied to see that? Ha!”
“Maybe today you are out of luck, get ready for your turning point!”
Yoga is twisting the brain, looking for a way to keep the psychopath from escaping, while he goes to the castle to seek help. Before that, he was curious about the look of the face hidden behind the mask. With a quick movement, he immediately snatched away the mask that was attached to the face of the psychopath.
The sreet!
A familiar face, emblazoned in front of Yoga. The look in his eyes was pushy, squealing without making the slightest sound. Yoga stared wide. Quite unexpectedly, the culprit was a familiar face.
“You!” his Yoga.
Not finished his surprise, suddenly a sharp object stuck in his calf.
“Aaaah!” yelled Yoga shrill. Spontaneous he could not hold his balance. His body by the side, enduring the pain in the calf that began to spurt blood. Conditions have now turned. The psychopath got up, stood up straight looking at Yoga who was grimacing in pain.
Yoga cannot be done. The pain in his leg was unbearable. The familiar figure was still grasping a glittering sharp object. Surprisingly the sharp object was thrown onto the floor just like that.
“What do you want?” ask Yoga.
The nightmare is not over. The figure turned out to reach the ax that had been thrown. Yoga eyes radiate overwhelming fear. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He just resigned.
“No! Don't kill me! Please!”
But the request was in vain. The figure continued to approach, with all his might swinging the axe to Yoga's neck, severing the vein and separating the head from his body!
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