Under Sun
1. The Dark Night in Minnesota

[ the prologue ]

It was still early 1978 in Minnesota, but Jeffrey's presence there seemed to make the small state was in an uproar because of his actions. How not? Serial murder case against 14 Minnesota-born native civilians found dead with pretty bad— conditions.

Usut had a mouthwash, a man with no background who was being loved by local newspapers and radio with a listing of initials J throughout the print of the country's media that did so. A criminal act that is beyond the limit.

If you could say, maybe not a single victim intact not a bit of his body— do not imagine, would be very terrible.

And unfortunately, Jea was one of the resident girls who had met the man in the middle of the night when the action took place.

Dark eyes that were black, soaring like the lightning of night.

Jea desperately tried to run away, as her bead caught a splash of blood that adorned the man's entire outfit to his face.

Yet vaguely... Jea knew for sure, the man smiled at her.

Just before he could run.

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this storyline will include ;

A. sensual scene

B. killing people

C. mental illness

D. blood, yes.

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1. The Dark Night in Minnesota

Precisely two weeks ago Jea officially 19 years old, coinciding with the era of 1978 which began to menguat— greet the entire world. But this is not the hope that he always chanted every night that alternated. Jea just asked to die.

That's it, nothing more.

"Fuck son," The old man who had been walking in a hurry towards the girl immediately pulled hard a strand of hair that was now successfully wrapped with his rough fist.

Jea grimaced strongly, his hands did not stop trying to release the jambak but— nil. The old man who was the head of the Collins family did not respond to the weak rebellion that was being carried out by the girl. The girl he was dragging, somewhere.

"Dad.. Please no longer—"

Not finished he said, a hard slap landed on his left cheek that was already very red. Maybe you've been hit by the same slap many times before? No one knows.

"Who told you to talk?"

It seems, his head is gone. Taking too long to endure pain. Her hair may have been too much to shed from her roots. It was too difficult to pin down to the point that Jea could no longer cry out wailing, just like the first time she received this kind of treatment.

"Dad.." Jea began to try to hold the dirty hand that was forced to open the buttons of her shabby clothes. No, his father is now too over the limit.

"Don't fight, goddamn it!" Just now Richard Collins wanted to return to his slap before he heard a knock on the door that sounded very urgent.

Richard turned to the door for a moment, then clucked, "Ck!"

Whether to say anything to the person who knocked on the door, Jea was truly grateful. At least, he can still breathe normally like a human for the next few seconds, or minutes if lucky.

"Don't go anywhere. The illegitimate child must know the position in which, "A sentence that feels slapped hard, destroys all kinds of desires to live in Jea for 19 years he lived. With an innocent face, Richard confirmed a bit of his clothes and walked towards the door, leaving Jea staring blankly at the wooden floor where he was sitting right now.

Probably, almost everyone in Saint Paul knew that a Jea Cochava Collins was an illegitimate child. Who else would dare to open that if none other than the Collins family itself? The host family is like the devil. No, maybe the devil isn't this bad.

After her parents were killed in the Soviet Union, 11-year-old Jea had to feel pain that was beyond human reason since she was adopted as an adopted child in the Collins family, one of the families was quite there at the time.

It feels fine at first, before Jea realizes that all the Collins humans in the house are the real hell.

Starting from Richard Collins, the head of a very light-handed family and— many times had attempted sexual abuse on his own adopted child. Strangely, however, it always manages to be thwarted under unforeseen circumstances.

Millie Collins, the legal wife of Richard Collins who secretly always prostitutes anywhere. I don't know how many times Jea had to stay in the well because she accidentally saw a disgusting scene with someone else's husband. Until many times Jea must be in a state of death.

Third is Layla Collins, the only child of this goddamn family. It seems that it has been descendants of committing vile violence, Layla did not escape from it. Almost every day, the bruises on Jea's body are the dirty work of her hands. There is no particular reason, just a hobby for him. Especially if there was another man who preferred to stare at Jea rather than her. Tomorrow, Jea's face will be swollen from Layla's actions.

It doesn't make sense. What the fuck is all this. Perhaps that is the first thing that will be the interpretation of people who see all kinds of bruises that look ingrained in Jea's thin body. Poor, but what can I do?

Again, remember, the Collins family was well-respected. Who can ban it?

Jea's short daydream immediately ran away when the door of his house was closed hard, more precisely slammed.

"Darling, I can explain" persuaded Millie who was walking quickly after Richard who climbed the stairs.

"Dad! I want new pants! In Herphan Square there are many recent releases," Pekik Layla who walked down the stairs in a hurry but immediately stopped when she saw the expressions of both parents who seemed to be not okay.

"Not now. Get in your room, "Reply Richard did not turn his head. The old man again continued his steps towards the second floor followed by Millie, still in the context of such intentions.

Layla hops. His eyes now glanced at Jea who was still motionless from his place. Sitting on a cold hardwood floor on the threshold of the border between the kitchen and the living room. His gaze was blank, complete with the bloody tip of his lips and the skin around his cheekbones already turning blue.

Jea's hand shook, though she was not moving or doing any activity. His head was still dizzy, even all the nerves in the dry body felt like it was going to break all. His fingers moved rubbing his nose which he could feel let out a lump of viscous liquid, and red.

Because Layla has no human soul, she doesn't care. In fact, Layla walked quickly towards Jea then kicked the girl's shin several times. Still reluctant to care about Jea who looks like she wants to die withholding pain.

"Who? Why that same expression of yours? I'm disgusted," Layla said, accompanied by spit— blisters, pointing right at Jea's non-cutaneous body.

That girl tonight might actually die on the spot.

Slowly, his consciousness was almost on the verge of a boundary before the electricity suddenly went out. Sontak made Layla who was still nearby scream loudly. Understandable, because never once had the history of the Collins residence power out. It may be common for small houses in the suburbs of Saint Paul, but not here.

"Yeah!" Layla quickly half-run towards the stairs, as she stretched out her hand to palpate forward. Afraid of missteps.

The loud sound of falling items entered Jea's sense of hearing. It came from the second floor. Before long, the sentence of the oath appeared out of the mouths of the two human beings who were fighting on the top floor.

"Fuck up! Why is it that electricity dies?! They want to mess with me?!" Maki Richard while walking somewhere. Looking for a light, maybe?

Fearful. Of course Jea was afraid. He was afraid of the dark more than anything. But what could he be? Moving is no longer possible. The only thing he could do was lean on the wooden wall accompanied by a nightly chant that Jea always said, without ever being absent.

Fortunately there is still moonlight coming in through the narrow slits of some windows installed around the house. Making Jea focus on the sound of the door.

Who'sis that? The whole Collins family is complete in here. A guest? No way, surely Richard will go downstairs because every guest who visits during the night will be awaited in the living room. The officer who will fix the electric current of this house? It's impossible not to knock on the door first, right?

Then... what is a thief?

Vague but sure, Jea's brown-eye bead caught a tall dark figure walking slowly into the house.

Damnit. Suddenly his heart was beating fast. Jea again felt an overwhelming fear. Indeed, every night the girl's hope just dies, but if under these circumstances?

The tall figure drew closer, and approached. Makes Jea's heart feel like it's coming off. But suddenly the man stopped when the distance between the two was about ten meters. I don't know what the cause is. The man's steps turned towards the stairs, ascending them quietly.

Jea could not meet. Even his brain was no longer able to say anything when a shrill scream from above. One by one a loud thump was heard piercing the girl's ear.

One. two..

Three. four..

How many seconds have passed? Jea could only count them in silence. His breathing was suddenly heavy as no more voices greeted Jea's two ears.

Her eyes were wide open as the man lightly pulled the two humans with long hair on his left hand. Then the right hand was also tasked with pulling the figure of the old man by grabbing the short black hair.

The third human body that he dragged earlier then he threw down. Directly hit the hardwood floor on the lower floor. Making a puddle of blood flow, approaching Jea's leg full of purplish bruises.

Just now that the man came down, he immediately grabbed one of the humans who turned out to be half alive. Layla's.

In a dim condition, Jea could find a smile engraved on the face of the young man who had just committed the crime. Or... are doing it?

No. gabe. Jea quickly closed her eyes as a small dagger began to tip towards Layla's still-living neck. Does this man intend to slit his throat alive?

Please, anyone please. Jea just wanted to run away this time. Run as hard as you can and escape from all the chaos that is even worse than the worst nightmare.

Before Jea closed her eyes earlier, the last thing she saw was the man's gaze that looked so dark and deep.

Staring at him was full of emotions. I don't know what that means.

Jea frowned as she felt nauseous with a too subtle smell of carnation. Just as he wanted to open his eyes again, a palm covered his visibility.

Made Jea bite her lips tightly. What's the turn now?

Unknowingly, tears rolled down the red cheeks. Afraid of dying. So is this what it feels like to be on the verge of real life and death?

Five seconds passed. There was no movement or pain in his body. Made Jea a little astonished in her silent cry.

Again, the man managed to surprise him half to death as the burly left arm wrapped around his waist. The man's right hand was still covering Jea's wet eyes.

Slowly, Jea could still hear a terrible sounding whisper. But crazy, it could make Jea feel a little relieved from the previous one.

"I'm coming baby.. I'll kill all who hurt you—"

“—And I'm Jeffrey.”

— to be continued —