The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Four
Anggalarang coughing loudly. There was a splash of blood on the tip of his lips that made him forced to come out of a party organized by his coworkers to welcome the new leader.
He has no intention of going to the toilet. The toilet is the worst option. This kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice. Since the last few months, the count has been more than ten times this attack has occurred and has increased the last two months.
If it's like this, he won't want anyone around.
This is where he is now, coming out of the restaurant with his thump through the back door. Still coughing, he ran down the hallway between the damp buildings as fast as he could. In the passageway that began to narrow he fell on a puddle of water. His long sleeve shirt was torn off at the shoulder and all his clothes were wet.
His head was dizzy without being flabbergasted. His stomach was violently stirred. He cursed. Why now when he is in the center of the small town?
His scalp and face seemed interested, someone was trying to get out of there. He crawled and felt his whole body ache and burn. His shoulder blades were like they were being scratched out, his gums were bleeding, his fingers were rebelling as if they were broken. The worst was that both of his hands were elongated and a pair of legs were gushing hard muscles. White hair emerges from additional pores on the head, face, back, legs and hands.
His consciousness was urged by another consciousness that had twice the power of his own. The entity walked up to him with all its majesty, elegance, strength, and ruthlessness.
Anggalarang. He had seen that power take over many times, but still his heart seemed to want to be removed from his chest cavity to hear him roar. No, it was his own mouth that let out that terrifying roar.
"Say ... Say now!" such are the words of the entity.
Inevitably, due to the strong power of other creatures in his body, Anggalarang opened his mouth once again, not a roar that came out this time, but muttered, "Aing maung ..."
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Anggalarang skips building after building lightly, not with both legs, but four. Both hands are the front legs. His body had already turned into a completely different kind of creature, a human with animal features.
The smell of warm blood was felt in his kiss. For Anggalarang, this smell has become a delicious aroma and makes it passionate. He had forgotten himself too much and joined in whole with the entity that controlled not only his body, but his soul.
Four people in a dark grey, high-speed SUV were unaware that their lives were on the edge, on the brink of death. Passing the street in the shops of this small town could be their biggest mistake.
Raja Wisesa, a middle-aged man who may be half a century old, has a half-joke half-rough look. He sat in the back seat, folded his hands in front of his chest while looking far away. Next to him, Dana, the bodyguard looks far from the impression of a rogue. His body was ordinary, neither heavy, nor thin. But people who know or are uncertain will think a hundred times to look for trouble with him. A comfortable cleaver in its sheath was tucked in the waist behind his black vest.
The driver, Gugum, a man in his thirties who was very shy, smiled flirtatiously at the joke told by the pondun Enjang. His lentic fingers are unexpectedly adept and agile in driving. That's why Braja Wisesa has been hiring him for the past five years.
There's almost nothing in common between the four humans in this speeding SUV other than one thing, they're all pedophiles.
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Tires squeak deafening. Not far away the SUV left the shopping center in the small town, know something hard hit the car body from the side. Gugum tried to control the pace of the car that swayed wildly. This car was no ordinary driver. It seems that the experience of forging it is so well established in its field.
Another SUV hit a tree line on the side of the road.
"Keed!!" damn it, the inevitable sumpat Enjang followed by Dana and their boss, Raja Wisesa. All of them got out of the car, except Gugum who saw the rearview car while roaring to find out what or maybe who hit them.
The lights of the shop building can still be seen behind the bend of the road, trees and plantations. But the place where they stopped, only the streetlights from the electric pole accompanied.
Enjang turn on the lamp as a flashlight from his phone. His fat body moved to and fro directing the lights around. There's not one thing in sight. A car passed them without going down the speed. Ten seconds after the car passed Gugum saw the greatness of a long white object in front of the car. He screamed like a sissy. He opened the car door and ran out.
"Jurig tea! Maneh nya', make a shock. What the hell are you?" dana snapped while glaring towards Gugum.
"There's jurig ... There's jurig ...," he said in a distinctive style.
"You are jurig!" exclaim Enjang annoyed.
"Right, look at the jurig. White-white passing in front of the car. Lest that hit us earlier," said Gugum seriously. Everything's silent. They don't know what to say. They themselves are confused as to what is really going on.
Seeing this, Braja Wisesa who had been silent earlier asked them to go back into the SUV, "This car can still go ‘kan, Gugum? Come on in all," Gugum nodded. Others try to forget while their questions are in order to see the boss has given the order. They also ignored the edge of the car body on the door that dent legs like hit something, although they could not hide their surprise.
Tonight is not a good night for them. This darkness did not allow them to leave this place. Just now they wanted to get back into the car, unlucky for Gugum who had to take a detour to get into the driver's seat, his body was thrown into the windshield of the car, making it crack badly. Gugum's cries continued to accompany his death as the creature tore apart his stomach and chest.