THE TRUTH SEEKERS
[0.0 ACT]
[PROLOGUE]
"... Shit, this kid-"
The pair of hazel squealed sharply. Brazing on one figure standing in plain sight. Licking fingers covered in red liquid thick with full of preoccupation. A sweet smile that doused horror was attached to a plain face that should not exist. Cleans the remaining blood left at the corner of his lips with a seductive tongue movement. Heterocrome eyes - golden right and pomegranate red left - looked at the tall figure sitting on the bed holding his bloody right shoulder.
"Hey uncle~"
The flowing call of a pair of lips tirelessly carved a smile. He walked up to the creaking bed as he climbed up. Leaning a much smaller body to the burly man in front of him. Touching the stern jawed face and locking their gazes.
What beautiful eyes, yet so deadly felt.
"Could you really delay me?"
A pair of heterochrome glittered sinisterly, channeling a strange vibration that could make the breath tight. The body is pushed slowly. Fingers that are still wrapped in red fluid begin to guerrilla around the shoulders and chest that pounding. Stain a shabby white shirt with a vivid red color. Then boldly rub the incision scar on the corner of the lip.
But the small body was pushed back. The burly hand deftly locks the wrist over the head and presses it in such a way that it does not budge. Confine the figure under his more domineering pressure. Thin lips carved a cynical smile. A pair of hazel looked with interest at the young man below him who looked surprised by what had just happened, he said,
"You should have run to me that day. It turns out that 'your problem' is much more troublesome than I thought."
"Ofur-ummpphh!!" The protest sentence was silenced when two fingers suddenly burst into his mouth. Pressing his tongue and making him almost choke.
Because Razark doesn't even need the words 'poisonous' coming out of that 'rotten' creature.
"You owe me 'more' for this, Langa."
......
[THE ZERO ACT]
Thursday, 28 June 20xx. At 20:45
"Well viewers, as you can see, the victim has already started to react!"
The figure growled ferociously. Hard enough in the middle of a medium-sized stage that is left dim. Stiff movements in a creeping position like a four-legged animal. Staring madly at the thick-bearded man standing before him.
The host, the gray-clothed host again exclaimed from the microphone in hand, saying,
"Now we see the action 'Exorcism' will be done Ki Sekti Sekar Aji!"
The atmosphere turned silent as a bearded figure began to act on the stage. The music played in a soft tone makes the atmosphere more tense. The figure called Ki Sekti pulled something out from behind the all-black clothes he was wearing. A pomegranate bobble necklace and a glass bottle the size of a thumb were murky white.
Mouth muttering, muttering something in an elusive language. The figure of the woman in the white canal grew stronger. Snarling and staring at the mistress of the bearded man who was busy reciting incantations. Before the man finally approached and poured water on a small bottle into his head,
"O you who dwell in this body, I command you to come out of it!"
"UWAAAGGH!!"
A loud roar of pain filled the room. The woman's body was in pain. The bearded man puts his hand in the woman's shirt - which is actually quite indecent. Hardened face like pulling something very strong. Along with the body of the woman who is curved leaning towards him. A strong growl is a sign of the end of the action of the man with a heavy beard. The woman fainted on the spot and was put to bed on a mattress.
“May the Power always protect us.”
Loud cheers were heard in the studio. Various kinds of praise were thrown on the basis of immense amazement. Unconscious or maybe it is forgotten that what is done is just a conjecture. The familiar figure called Ki Sekti was smiling widely full of pride. A cheer that was only intended for her-for her skills
Back, he managed to perform an act of exorcism without any significant difficulty.
But he did not realize that what he did was actually inviting something much more “ dangerous". Someone pulled the corner of the lips and got up from the spectator seat.
"NGIIKKK-" The ringing of a fallen michropohone caught attention. Ki Sekti looked back, and just then someone suddenly lunged at him. The entire audience and camera staff looked surprised looking towards the stage.
The Hostess is strangling the Paranormal.
“O-oi Henry! What-" Not finished the protest uttered, the body of the bearded man was suddenly slammed with a completely unexpected force. Causes a loud pounding sound and is channeled from the microphone next to it. The entire studio was thrown into an uproar. The figure considered to be a famous 'paranormal' had been sprawled on the floor of the stage with a bloody nose and head.
"Haihihah... YOAHAHA!!" The sound of an irate laughter spread throughout the studio. Laughter that is cruel, yet also belittling and condescending at the same time. The audience and staff were shocked and screeched a second time when the figure of Ki Sekti lying on the stage floor was suddenly beaten vilely. Mumbles in pain. The blood splashed on the clothes and floor.
And those who watched were silent. Still recording scenes on stage without realizing that the figure of the Host who was being overwhelmed with madness was really "trustworthy" and intended to kill the "Paranormal".
"Stop hitting, Henry! you are crazy, right?! Stop that!" A person aware of the danger shouted from a chair near the main camera - the show's director had a pale face. But his call was ignored. The hand that had been stained by blood still continued to beat the already unconscious paranormal figure. Keep hitting while giggling happily.
"OI HEN"
"Silent greedy pig."
The horror spread throughout the studio. When Si Host stopped hitting and pointing at the director with his thin, long-nailed fingers. Catch that figure on a pair of dark eyes that radiate death.
"Shut up there. I'll 'eat you' after this. Then-" He turned to the audience afterwards, "I'll make this place a nest full of human flesh and blood... ARIZONA .... YOAHAHA!!" Laughter became increasingly, echoing, making the audience panic-stricken. But there was someone there who was not at all daunted by all the horrors,
"Oi, stop it, son of b*tch."
No. gabe. Not the director reflected in those dark-colored eyes. But the figure in a mustard-colored coat that stands towering behind. The director himself also looked surprised when he saw someone behind him.
"Gaha!! Who do you think you rule me like that, hey stupid man?!"
Insults in reply to a cynical smile that underestimates. When the pair of legs stepped up, the entire camera that had previously shone towards the stage suddenly died. Even the mobile phones that the audience carries are also dead. The light seemed to blink like it was losing its power.
As he stepped on the stage floor without a sound, the grin on the Host's face disappeared.
"Are you not supposed to broadcast scenes like this hm? Do you think this is all a lie?"
The black iris glanced from behind a strand of frowny hair towards the show director who again felt horror all over his body. And just at that moment, the entire studio was shaken violently, though,
"Quick get out of here, you fools."
Like an absolute order, without thinking long the people inside then got up and ran out of the studio. The cameraman, the show's director and the rest of the staff also left the place without even looking back. Host's possessed figure just stared at the departure of people without doing anything.
More precisely, he could do nothing.
He wanted to mess up and spread the impression of horror further, more. But his body could not even be moved. It is like being restrained by a chain that twists without a gap. It is like being forced to kneel by an invisible force that adds gravity to the place on its foot. Then the feeling of goosebumps that 'new' first time he felt but like giving a danger alarm in his head.
"Suckers... What are you doing to me stupid man?" Snarled. The man before him pulled out something from behind his black coat. A pair of dark beads patterned full of horror.
"That-that-that-"
A long barrel metallic object was pointed at the head of the kneeling figure. The eyes behind the black strands flashed with power,
"Wish to God, and Say Goodbye, the EVIL."
DOORM!!
......
"Tch, I've guessed."
The man clucked. Hands moving, closing back the buttons of a woman's clothes in a white chalk dress. A look of annoyance was evident on his face covered in strands of hair.
"I think I should take him too."
Hunted, the man lifted the woman's body and placed it on her right shoulder. While the left hand has 'fortified' the figure of the Host who was previously possessed. The feet in black shoes walked off the stage like a new tornado.
And leave the paranormal unconscious.
He has to leave quickly or there will be problems later
"...sorry sir.."
Duk!
"..duh..."
A man hit his back just as he stopped. The man turned around. Through the pair of hazel he saw a young man in a black-red hodie rubbing his nose.
"What do you want, son?" Cynical reply. The young man raised his head and with a nervous face stepped back before finally bowing his head back,
"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you." The reply stuttered at the beginning. The man rolled his eyes lazily and then replied, "If that's all you want to say, you better go."
"Eh, w-wait!" The young man panicked and subconsciously held onto the arm of the tall man's coat, "Actually... Be-begin... I have something to talk about with-"
"Son, I don't have time to serve you-"
"Just a moment! I beg..." The young man whined like a child. "I saw you earlier... In deep... And what do you do when the psychic's-"
"Hey boy-"
The deg!
The young man stood stiff. Really became frightened when he saw the sharp, stressful highlight given by the tall man before him. Unusual intimidation with success makes the young man shrouded in a gripping feeling that can make his face paled.
"Never say anything you saw. Understood?"
"But-"
"Go home and shut the fuck up. Forget what you saw inside."
Taking off the hand that was holding onto the coat forcefully, the tall man waltzed along with the two fainting people on his pouch. Leaving the young man who was putting on a look of disappointment.
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