Anomalies

SCR 037 History's

1967, Louisiana, United States

A girl walks past a crowd of people gathered on the street with their own activities. The girl then turned and entered a small alley which was where her house was. Not a real house, but just a small cardboard box that he uses as a place to sleep. Around the cardboard, there are various garbage piled up, which he usually makes as a place to find leftover food. However, today there was something that made him a little angry because there was someone who was sleeping on his bed. The girl picked up an iron pipe that was leaning against a wall of the building to her right and then walked up to the unknown old man.

The girl then looked at the sleeping old man sharply. His face was filled with anger, and his emotions were burning. His hand clasped the iron pipe he had just picked up tightly preparing at any moment to hit the old man's head before him.

“Woi, grandpa bastard ! Wake up no !!”

The girl's cry instantly made the grandfather wake up instantly. He stared at the girl with my eyes.

“Hah, who are you ?” ask the grandfather. The girl glared at the grandfather sharply.

“Lu know if this is my place right??” ask the girl while growling. The grandfather immediately trembled in fear as he looked at the iron pipe held by the girl so firmly, as if he already knew that after this, after this, his head would be hit by the girl with an iron pipe in his hand. But still he begged the girl with a clear face and both hands looked up.

“I'm sorry, son. But now I have no home because I was driven out by my own family. Again sorry.”

The girl instantly raised her iron pipe as high as possible.

“Bodo is very similar your family ****** ! I also don't have your kayak family, you grandpa reot !”

In the blink of an eye, the iron pipe had smashed the grandfather's head until fresh blood spurted from within his head. The girl gasped for breath after she smashed the iron pipe to kill people she did not know at all. He realized that the action was visible to many people from the end of the alley. As he turned his head towards them, the person just continued walking as if he did not care about the murder that had just happened. After all, he was forced to do that because he was always rejected by other groups of homeless people. Only in this place can he live quietly, even though he himself is surrounded by garbage piled up. To him, that pile of trash was an extremely precious treasure to him. With that pile of trash, he was able to pick up the leftovers thrown away by the inhabitants of the surrounding buildings.

He then turned to the pile of trash that was on the left side of the grandfather's corpse. Nothing seems to increase in the pile of garbage, it actually decreases. It was definitely this grandfather who spent the remaining food stock of his. It's very bad for him. If there were no food scraps in the trash heap, he would have to steal food from the market located a few miles from the alley where he was, or begging food like a parasite to the occupants of the hotel in front and behind it, or worse, he had to eat the flesh of the grandfather as a cannibal.

Her name was Valentina. He himself did not know his real name, just a name that seeped in his head when he saw a man propose to his girl on the side of the road when the valentine day arrived that night. She hopes to have a boyfriend who will love her with all her heart.

Valentina walked out of her alley and began walking through the surrounding compound to beg for food. His figure has been known very well by residents around as a parasite because it always asks for without a single positive side it has. After various rejections and expulsions, Valentina finally decided to beg for the last time to the owner of the hotel near her alley.

“Cih, why do I feed my food to a murderous little boy like you !” the hotel owner. Valentina just looked down embarrassed and felt guilty. His eyes began to shed tears. Sobbing sobbing, Valentina walked back and began to stay away from the three-star hotel. .“Hmph, it turns out the killer can also cry. Repent now, son, before you turn into a real demon !”

The hotel owner shut the door very hard, leaving Valentina alone outside.

“You're the real devil, motherfucker !” valentine shouted loudly. He then ran and entered his alley again, only to find 2 policemen standing in front of his 'house' while observing the corpse of the grandfather. One of the policemen then turned to her and approached her.

“Hei small child. Is it true that you killed that grandfather ?”

Valentina just looked down and was silent in place as she started to drop her tears more profusely.

“You better get out of here, or we could just throw you into adult prison, no matter how old you are.”

Valentina ran out of the alley. He now has no purpose but to return to Damian, who is a homeless gang leader and orphan, just like him.

“Balik also lu finally, young leaf !”

Damian grinned as he watched Valentina return to her seat of power. Valentina already knows that the same thing in the past will also happen tonight and so on.

Months later, Valentina was already looking very limp, almost like an undead, dead no, alive neither. His body drooped and leaned against the slightly fragile wall, and his left hand was hung helplessly upwards by a rope that tied his wrist. All this thanks to the rape committed by Damian and his mischievous claws. His eyes looked at the area around him that had been turned into ruins by a natural disaster.4 hours ago, a violent typhoon blocked Louisiana to the brink of destroying nearly half of its city, and Damian's territory became one of his victims. From a distance, Valentina saw a woman walking towards her. The woman dressed in red then looked down and introduced herself.

“Halo. My name is Ozma.”

Valentina looked towards Ozma with a lifeless look. Ozma instantly also smiled obliquely as he took his sword from his back. He then slashed at the rope that hung Valentina's left hand, then thrusting her right.

“Very once you. Can it stand ?” ask Ozma. Valentina did not answer. He just raised his right hand without any energy and put Ozma's palm that immediately grinned. And so. Ozma helps Valentina who is painstakingly standing up. The two of them then walked among the ruins of the building casually. In the end, Valentina's eyes found something that caught her eye among the ruins. He found Damian half-heartedly hit by the wall and was looking at him.

“Woi, Valentina ! As a slave you should already know what you should be doing now, right ? Help me get out of here, motherfucker !” damian from a distance. Ozma, who heard this, walked up to Damian. After being in front of him, Ozma looked towards Damian with a look of disdain and contempt. He then squatted down and spit his saliva towards Damian's face.

“Backed ! Who are you dogs, dare to take a slave gw !?”

“What ? He is now my little dog.” Ozma replied in a soft voice.

“Hmph, it turns out I'm more human than you, ****** !” exciting Damian.

“Lu earlier call gw what?” asked Ozma with a threatening face. He stood up and grabbed his sword with his right hand.

“Lu not horrified ? Obviously I'm calling you *******!”

Hearing that, Ozma immediately stomped on Damian's right palm using his left foot, which made Damian grimace in pain.

“Damian, you are ready to die tormented.” Ozma replied with a raging face.

“What !? How can you know the name of gw son of a bitch!?”

Ozma remained silent and did not listen to Damian's babbling. He took the sword that was on his back, then pointed the tip of his sword at Damian's forehead. At that instant, Damian felt a tremendous pain in his head. He kept shouting for help to Valentina who was still standing in the distance, but no one listened to him.

“Backed ! Bastard ! Bastard !” yelled Damian in pain. Meanwhile, Valentina walked closer to Ozma who was still torturing Damian with her sword, then looked at Damian blankly followed by emotions slowly rising.

“Rasain tuh, devil.” murmured Valentina. After a moment of suffering, Damian started spewing blood from his mouth. The red liquid also began to come out from his nose, his eyes, to his ears.

“You bastard ....... Valentina !!”

Ozma and Valentina look at Damian's head that explodes into pieces without any expression. Ozma kept his sword back and smiled sadistically.

“Good shout, Damian.”

Ozma turned his head back towards Valentina who did not show any expression. He smiled widely when he finally got the subject that he thought was suitable to be used as his 'dog. Valentina then continues her journey with Ozma leaving Damian's body lying on the ground, not knowing that her life will change drastically after joining Ozma.

5 years later. Ozma walks among the ruins of his own lab. He kept grumbling about the storm that kept hitting Louisiana. It was as if this city would never escape the storm. Arriving, from within a ruin, a monster appeared which was SCR 037. Ozma grinned when he found SCR 037 managed to survive from being hit by the ruins.

“I've guessed. A good dog will always come back to his master.”