Walking Dreams
Last Day

" Stay away from them!!!"

Alang said, He stepped slowly towards Carlos who was just staring at him flat, despite the many emotions he was harboring, The man leaned against the closet and smiled emotionally.

" So you !!! Don't you know who you're dealing with?"

Carlos said, he walked up to Jean and Erik with a hot iron, his face as if to say "You can't do anything to me..".

" Now I just want to kill you and this friend of yours."

As Carlos moved closer, Alang stood right beside his two friends, pointing the sharp sword with a heartless beat.

" You won't get past me."

" Haha!! hey boy, do you know I've killed how many people hhhahh!!! you're gonna die and I'm gonna make you the best display, at least you can be Carla's father's replacement."

Hearing her unknown statement, Carla's eyes widened with a trembling body, her father did not die from an accident, her father simply became the display Carlos wanted.

" DIE YOU!!! YOU ARE NOT HUMAN!! YOU MONSTER!!"

Carla screamed with emotion, but Carlos just grinned indifferently. The man's hand was raised, preparing to throw hot iron at Alang, Alang was nervous but he had to be able to pull over.

" Come closer to Carla, Carlos only cares about me now!"

Alang said to Jean and Erik, both of whom were only able to walk limped closer to Carla when Alang distanced them from Carlos.

" Hurry and open my ties!"

" Wait, don't you see I'm trying to open my own bond!"

Jean replied annoyed as Erik urged her hurriedly, the man nodded unconcernedly then looked at Carla .

" Hey pretty girl, take it easy we'll be safe."

Carla did not reply, she only focused on Alang who was trying to fend off the hot iron with his sword, the two of them were struggling incessantly, if Alang was careless she might die with a piercing throat.

Alang grabbed the canvas and threw it at Carlos, the man deflected it with his arm until it broke, with a quick movement of Carlos pushing Alang against the wall, locking his arm so as not to move. He pointed the taper hot iron tip at the wide-glowing Eyebrow, the boy tried to hold it with his one free hand, his breathing was fierce and irregular.

" Prepare to be a display.., are you sorry now huh?"

Said Carlos arrogantly, Alang did not give up at all, with a quick movement in his legs, he kicked Carlos' stomach until the man retreated almost to fall.

" You! you're a FUCKING kid!!"

Carlos shouted, but before he ran back to Alang, something hit him strongly, the man staggered with dizziness.

" You're the fucking one! you shit!!"

Erik said then kicked Carlos back hard, Carlos chuckled, his eyes glaring at Erik.

Srret!!

Carlos shook his little knife and hit Erik's foot, it tore Erik's skin deep and long. Erik sat there holding back the pain while holding his leg.

BRRAKK!!!!

Alang threw a chair at Carlos, the man groaned in pain, but Carlos was an experienced man, he knew for sure which parts needed to be protected, he knew, Carlos picked up a piece of wood and stabbed Erik in the leg so he wouldn't get back up, as well as propping him up to help him stand up.

" What's just this hhhah!"

Carlos pounded Alang right in the face, the boy fell on the ground with a punch Carlos bertubi in the face, he took a small knife and prepared to slit the throat Alang.

" Find this!!!"

Shouting Jean and sticking a hot iron right on Carlos' back, he screamed loudly in pain and threw the hot iron in Jean's hand until it fell to the floor, causing the boy to fall.

" Huh....You guys are so stubborn!!..."

Carlos got back up, took the hot iron he threw to be stabbed right in Jean's throat.

Aargh...

Carlos grimaced as something pierced him from behind, he was fixated for a long time while standing and the iron he held back fell to the floor, along with blood coming out forcefully from his mouth. In the back, Alang was still holding a small sword that pierced through Carlos body, then he pulled back with Carlos voice that was holding back the pain. The man sat down with grimacing eyes, Alang came forward and looked at Carlos eyes in emotion.

" How?! did you feel what it was like to be stabbed with a knife? burned with hot iron?! Huhh!!..."

Carlos returned Alang's gaze weakly although still able to smile.

" Haha..I don't care how they feel, you idiot. A psychopath doesn't have to regret his actions."

Said Carlos while coughing, he spat blood that came out of his mouth indifferently.

" You will die soon and won't regret it hhhah ?!!!"

" I died with enough satisfaction, so I was glad to see you angry like this, and to hear the girl crying about her father.., Even when I die I can still see the suffering of others."

This time Alang could not say a word, the human before him was not a human, he was just a monster without feelings. Alang gripped his sword tightly, ready to stab Carlos in the heart.

" Isn't that not our plan Alang.."

Said Carla approaching, she looked at Alang meaningfully and did not let her get carried away by emotions.

" If you kill him, our plan will fail and he'll die happy.."

" But he has tortured you, he has killed..."

Carla shook her head while smiling wryly, she held the hand of Alang who was still grasping the sword and loosened it.

" If you kill him, will he get the right payback? of course not, so Alang."

Alang looked at Jean and Erik, both nodding in agreement while holding Carlos' body.

" Are you sure?"

" Of course, if you kill him, the effort you put in will be in vain."

" You're like this just because you want to have friends to suffer..."

Carlos returned the look in confusion.

" You're the one who actually suffers the most, right? You did it to someone else just because your father did it to you.."

This time Carlos' eyes seemed to be in disbelief, he chuckled in disapproval.

" Don't joke, don't equate me with that motherfucker. I'm different, I'm .."

" What's different! you're the same as committing a crime, different you're just more of an asshole than he is."

" HEART UP!!!"

"I feel sorry for you!! if you really love your mother, you should live as she says, you should live as she does, but between the two choices, you'd rather be like your father, you show love with her immoral!!"

" I said shut up!!! Don't you dare..."

BRRAKK!!!

the conversation was cut off when the door was broken, Carlos laughed happily when he saw the one eye standing in the doorway and staring at them in silence.

" Catch them!!!. ..no! Kill them!!!"

Shouted Carlos at the burly man, in the eyes of one just speechless as he walked over, he had clearly hit someone before arriving here. Alang again tightened his sword, threatening the one eye by bringing the sword closer to Carlos' neck.

" If you approach, your master will be killed!!"

The burly man stopped stepping, he had no expression at all.

" I'm here to get freedom, I'm not gonna kill you, I'm gonna take care of it until it's turned over to the police."

In the eyes of one with a definite intonation said what he had always wanted, free from the shackles of Carlos, both he and his sister.

" What do you mean!! Do you want your sister dead!!"

Shouted Carlos furiously, the one eye just stared at him flat.

" He won't die because the police are here."

" You're threatening me!!! I can still be free!!!"

One eye did not pierce, he turned to look at Carla

" You can trust me.."

" How do we trust you?"

One eye reached into his large pocket, and took the gun from there, lifted it to the ceiling of the room and shot.

" As long as I keep Carlos you can put this gun on me, there's three more bullets left inside."

Said Carlos and threw him to Alang, the four of them turned to each other, then Alang handed the gun to Jean

" You've been in shooting training, haven't you?"

" Just trust me."

" Okay, we trust you, you can take care of him, but we'll keep an eye on you until the cops come."

One eye nodded and drew closer, but suddenly Carlos moved quickly, leaving his throat pierced by the sword Alang which was drooping freely in his hand.

" You're not gonna die here!"

Alang said before the sword managed to slit Carlos' throat, he kicked the limp body until his face fell on the floor.

Carlos could neither speak nor move, behind his sinking face, his eyes inadvertently looked at his mother who was stored pretty in the closet, the woman did not smile but the shadow of memory reminded her of the past.

" My prince..I'm sorry I didn't make it to be a good mother, I'm sorry I didn't manage to take you away from that man...."

Carlos looked at his mother who was tied in chains on the bed, the woman looked at the young Carlos guiltily.

" You know I don't really love you more than anything..."

Carlos remained silent and let the mother stroke his face.

" If, if mom doesn't manage to take you away, if mom can't be happy...."

The woman stroked Carlos hair with a hopeful look.

" If that doesn't work, I ask my dear mother's prince to fly freely like birds, I wish you happiness by being free from your father's life, I hope you live a happy life and away from your father's life.., Can you grant me my request?."

Carlos was still speechless, he just hugged his mother's body with mixed feelings. He didn't want to be free himself he wanted to go with his mother.

However, the next few days, the mother died forever Carlos, found the mother limp on the mattress with a chest drenched in blood. With a sly smile the father whispered and said that the woman committed suicide, when it was clear someone had killed her.

Given that important message, Carlos could only shed tears, he did not even care when the police handcuffed his hands, he looked at his mother's face sad with guilt mixed with regret, he said, the man was crying like a baby, but so bitter to hear.

Alang and others just saw Carlos cry in silence, want him to cry as much as anything is not worth what he has done, Carlos should not be too late to realize.

One eye stretched out his hand for handcuffs, the police officer looked at him confused.

" He's Carlos' subordinate."

The policeman nodded in understanding as Erik explained, then handcuffed the one eye and brought the two out to take them where they should be.

" Is it really over?"

Carla said in disbelief, Alang nodded with a smile then hugged Carla tightly.

" Of course.."

He said, that night in another place there were sounds of fireworks sounding, but at Carlos residence the fireworks were changed into a siren of a police car that surrounds his house, Drifting with unexpected excitement by a famous Carlos like an angel.