The Changing - The Lost Story
Is ending?

Lucius Aurelius Commodus. The main perpetrator of the lost story from thousands of centuries ago because of the Aib He had created in Western Roman civilization.

Lucius, a paranoid megalomaniac who plays a gladiator who thinks he is a god. God Commodus. Living with cruelty, transcending borders and living so outrageously."

- End-of-the-peak

That's about the blurb of the novel entitled "The Hidden Kingdom" which has just been completed to the last page by Mario who is still curled up behind the thin blanket.

The dim lights did not dampen Mario's spirit to immediately finish the novel in his hands.

"Bego really that's a person, he could be that cake anyway. Disgust anying same time sodara himself anyway? what did he say? he's god? What kind of god is he? Devil, yes" grumbled Mario after turning the last page.

Adit had returned to the city this morning, work really could not be left behind.

Especially with the condition of his former Boss who always rose blood if there is something that is not in accordance with his wishes.

After finishing the last page, Mario walked towards the backyard, the sky already looked very dark.

Mario glanced at the beautiful clock perched on his wrist,

02.15 AM

"Heuuuum .. it was very quiet" said Mario. Time went by so fast, even Mario felt if he had just read the novel for a few hours.

Ehhh it was too late at night.

Mario could not close his eyes after finishing his reading earlier, many things are still milling about disrupting the performance of his brain.

This is a habit that is difficult to change Mario, after reading a novel that touches and can feel by him then the day after reading it the scene will always overshadow his day.

'who are the readers who have the same habit of cake Mario?'-Author.

Mario sits in a worn-out old gazebo in a corner of the park, pensive once again.

His memory captures far to the last page of the book, Commodus who eventually died horribly in the hands of his own General because it is considered to be very unforgivable.

'miris once ending, although disgusted by the same behavior that makes the blood rise, but still kasian if tragic cake is the end of his life, ' thought Mario again.

He took a recoil position while looking at the sky without the moon and stars, seeming gloomy.

He was still thinking about one of the scenes in the novel,

When Commodus kills Dad and makes his brother his lustful brother, Mario feels uncomfortable but somehow.

He felt something was lacking, but He also did not know anything and also He felt strange when the scene of Emperor Marcus dying just because of Commodus' embrace.

'Is he crazy or has a certain mental illness?' think Mario.

Mario glanced around the house, he did not feel sorry to return to this house, in addition to the atmosphere was cool and peaceful, he said,

there are also many beautiful memories that he has knitted with his grandmother.

From childhood Mario was very close to his grandmother, that's why he did not feel foreign or afraid of this house, because he used to visit here often.

Although it has been years abandoned without care, not many items are weathered and worn, well at least still a decent category to be able to occupy until he returns to get work later.

Mario closed his eyes for a moment hoping to rest his mind.

Srrrttt ..srrrttt .. srrttt, (noisy in the bushes)

"That's what yeah?" confused Mario approaches the bushes where the sound originated.

Walked

Come closer, come closer,

Slowly, slowly,

zzzzzzttt .. zzzzttt.

Get closer

And ...

"AKHHHHHHHH"

Mario screamed very tight. His neck felt choked, breathing was very difficult.

"lee-ahh-assh," pinta Mario gasps.

"Pahhh-eum-pahh-maanhhh, lee-eph-assh," said Mario, it was getting harder to get air into his lungs.

His chest felt tight, his neck pain with pain that could not. It defines it.

"shit I should've guessed if they were still after me. Returning to this house certainly brings life. Damn it I forgot this one thing," growled Mario stuck in his mind.

"HAHAHA .. How does my naughty niece feel? it's good not to take your life in your uncle's holy hands?" his teasing enjoys the tormented face of Mario.

"Wahhh .. wahhh. Surprise, isn't it? ponakan that I considered dead forever was still safe and even prosperous. HAHA." HAHAHA." The middle-aged man's laughter blared splitting the dawn's silence that began to greet.

"Finally, you're really gonna die in my hands. Pondering, "the chirps pressed his hand against Mario's neck.

Mario was helpless, his two hands were even held tightly by the two black-robed humans beside his body.

"uhuk ... uhuk .. to-oo-long hhh," Mario's voice grew louder and, shortly after, he actually breathed his last.

"Hahaha .. poor boy." A satisfied smile was imprinted Beautifully on the middle-aged man's lips.

Just yesterday he felt threatened and worried because one of his men reported that Mario the heir to the treasure now in his hands is still alive and living in this old house.

But this heart He smiled with satisfaction, very satisfied even.

"Give me a knife" he ordered some black-robed men behind him.

"This is Boss" said one of those who swiftly pulled out a sharp knife that always perched beautifully in the pocket of his robe.

Sretti

Srettts

Jleb

sretti

sretti

Blood poured from the left chest of Mario's lifeless body.

Spindle-shaped organs with both tapered ends form a chunk of meat that is still fresh and fresh.

"Bring the heart storage tube here" he said clutching his new toy.

sreetts

sretti

sreetts

following some miserable organ afterwards. The old Bangka really made sure the hunt would not be able to escape like before.

...****...

Other side ...

"Eunggghhh," The Emerald's eyes felt heavy. The dim light blinded his eyes.

BRUUKKK

"auhhh," his screams held back his stomach ache. The surroundings suddenly darkened.

He felt his body twirling in an uncertain direction. He opened his eyes to see what was happening.

But the whirlwind made him unable to open both of his eyes. He could only pray and hope it would be over soon

Before long, he felt that the vortex had stopped slowly. Although still closed, but He can still feel that the situation around him is glowing.

Bbbruck...

"Aaaaakkkkhhhh," he cried out in pain.

"Whoever help me" he murmured in despair.

- TBC

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