Travel Stories
It's Not That Easy, Ferguso!

Terry giddily stared at the surrounding grove with gasps. The creature has been hunting him ever since he learned that he was being recorded. On several occasions, the creature almost caught him, but somehow, he always escaped at the last second. The glock-45 pistol that accompanied him since he retired from the army, leaving only 1 bullet in his magazine, the demon did not die when he buried almost 9 bullets in it. He decided to use it to shoot himself in the head when conditions did not allow him to escape from the demon, and it seems that time will not be long. He has no energy left. The suit he was wearing was tattered, full of stains of plant sap and soil, which he hit while running for his life. While the crackling of stepped branches accompanied by the sound of heavy objects sliding it sounded not too far away.

Damn, apparently this demon deliberately let me run before. He drove me deep into the woods to finish me off. This demon, Terry's mind. He had really hoped to escape from the snake-bodied creature before, but a bitter reality echoed in his mind. His heart raced in a surge, trying to pump adrenaline into the blood. As the crackling of the broken dry branches drew nearer, he came out of hiding and began to run. Merely, not to mention his steps accelerated, a painful pulse appeared on his right knee. The pointy object stuck out, pierced through his leg, which made Terry slammed.

"Hihihi, run again, son. Your meat needs to be softened, let's run again." said the sound mixed hiss slowly. It turns out that the pointy object that stuck in Terry's leg was the tip of the tail of the creature.

Fucking devils. I won't let you do as you please!

The excessive fear of prolonged, almost dispelled the common sense of the retired special soldier. He turned around and moved his pierced leg loose, although the burst of pain almost knocked him unconscious, but he persisted. The special order Swiss army knife, which was always attached to the knife belt at his feet, was quickly pulled out and he punched firmly on the tail of the creature. But even though the screams of pain mixed with the wrath that emerged from the creature were heard, Terry did not stop at all. He planned to take the gun and fire the remaining bullet into his head. Honey, the creature saw the plan. Wiggling his large, pointed tail that was torn and revealed white flesh in a black bloodstained layer shot out and hit Terry's hand, which was, dispelling his last hope of dying quickly the gun in his hand was thrown away by the blow.

"Fuckin' ants. I'll enjoy your meat slowly. I'll make sure you stay alive for a long time! Goddamnit!" hiss the creature when he saw his tail split. Apparently, he forced to pull the tail that was bounced to the ground by Terry with his knife

In the wrath of the wounds he had sustained, the creature scratched its tail several times and hit Terry hard. Slowly, dispelling the powerful man's consciousness in agonizing pain. It's just that, when everything was almost unbearable, in Terry's blurred vision, suddenly a sturdy figure stood in front of him, and seemed to protect him. In his shadow, the figure of a sturdy man standing behind him was as if wearing a Japanese military suit during World War II, with khaki pants bulging on the calves, as if he was wearing a suit, and a bullet strap of synthetic leather ran across his back. It even seemed that the soldier was carrying a long sword at the waist.

Greatable. An officer of the Rising Sun kingdom's army appeared and protected me. Could it be that I am actually the son of the emperor of Japan? Damn it, as far as I ran away from the army, instead dying in this obscure place, Terry's inner sigh was cynical as hope disappeared in the fog of unconsciousness. He finally gave up on the pain that hit his body and soul many times...

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The array of scenes running outside the window could not distract Anton in the least. Since leaving the King's Residence, he had been unable to calm down in the slightest.

"Calm down a little, Mom. Break your nerves later if you're so tense."

Inevitably, Anton threw a furious glance at the very relaxed-looking young man. In this high-speed car, the young man was still busy with his coffee mug and cigarette.

"No nerves breaking up because of tension. What do you think rubber bands are?" his lips were upset, which was immediately greeted by laughter from the young man next to him.

"Yes the great Doctor who is famous to the entire end of the universe." Prameswara replied with a laugh.

However, hearing his joke about the great doctor, Anton's spirit faded again. The slight color that had appeared on his face disappeared quickly as he sighed heavily. Prameswara, who also caught this change, sighed.

"Sorry, Mother. You have to calm down. Your friend will be fine." - softly said. He knows a little about Anton's nature, which is always disturbed when his friend is threatened.

"Not that, Mes. I feel in vain. What kind of doctor am I? I had even thought of adapting the devil's treatment method before! It's free for all the wisdom and appreciation I've ever received." he said, sighing heavily again.

"It's not impossible to learn such a treatment, Mas. Uh, not the same as that, I mean. Play glare!" sahut Prameswara quickly corrected his answer when he saw Anton glaring at him fiercely.

"There is a traditional technique that uses eggs as a medium of disease transfer, Mas. This will require a special method that must be understood by-ehm, what are the terms that are good so that you can accept, owh, castor. I will use this word, Castor." explained Prameswara again, who was immediately greeted with a loud snort.

"So, you tell me to learn voodoo? Magical medicine?" Are you out of your mind?" anton replied while fiercely sniffing, although again replied with laughter.

"Mas certainly already know that in the past, lightning and fire were considered as mystics, right? or how is Curare considered a demonic plant?" asked the young man with a smile.

"You mean?" sahut Anton, who slightly guessed the direction of this eccentric youth talk.

If there was such a sophisticated method of treatment, capable of eliminating the possibility of post-operative death due to various things related to surgery, wouldn't it be terrible?

As if he could read the thoughts of his best friend, Prameswara burst into laughter.

"Don't think in vain. It's not as easy as you have in mind, bro."

"Mas definitely familiar with the branch of psychology and metaphysics?"

"Questions are convoluted, but for the sake of smooth communication, I will answer. Yes, and what does that have to do with mysticism and all of this mambo jambo voodoo things?" ask Anton dissatisfied. This boy is too long-winded.

"What do you think of Noetic Science?"

The light that appeared in Prameswara's eyes was like a mockery for Anton. Who is not familiar with the branch of experimental science version of the famous author?

"You're talking about the author of that famous book, son? well, that's fiction, huh?" garang scorn. But somehow Prameswara still smiled.

"Meaning Mas did not know that in 1973, The Institute of Noetic Science, founded by Edgar Mitchell, with a research program study on various 'mystic' abilities of humans, including Healing Energy..." prameswara replied contentedly without hiding the winning tone in his voice.

"So you mean, Noetic science used in verifying that method?"

Hearing the tone of doubt that appeared in Anton's voice, inevitably Prameswara slightly suppressed his enthusiasm. It is a bit risky when this kind of knowledge is misinterpreted.

"I'm just saying that such a method does exist, and has been researched by the world you believe in, Mas. Being a practitioner does not mean you have to be a demon like you met before, Mas." explained Prameswara calmly.

"Your science that I've learned all my life is not so different from what you understand. It's just that, right now, the majority of people still refer to it as mystical, supernatural, absurd, magical, and so on. They just haven't seen the correlation yet, and Noetic science is trying to make sense of it. So, this is also Science" he continued, pointing at the circular bracelet in Anton's hand.

This thought has never touched Anton in the least. Before, he had always underestimated things like this. He always considers things that cannot be proven or without research data is not something worth noting. But if indeed what was said about the boy regarding Noetic Science was true, surely maybe even the operating table and various equipment would not be needed anymore.

"You know how, Mes? Teach me!" anton is excited. If he does not need to be a demon and can do the treatment of Pops' disease even without surgery, then at the very least, this guilt will be able to reconcile slightly.

But suddenly the look on Prameswara's face hardened. His eyes glared far away as his mouth muttered strange words. And somehow, it feels like the AC in the car feels 4 times cooler than before. Seeing this, Anton undoes his intention to shake the young man's shoulder and chooses to wait. A few moments passed when Prameswara again realized the environment he was in, only, his face was still covered in a cloudy membrane.

"Say to the driver for faster. Your friend's life is in danger. Right now, Takahasi has found her, but he's not sure he can hold her for much longer."

*Damn, Mes!!!

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