Brutal Family

Prologues

The full moon is being set, and late at night it is getting crowded. It was cold as if forgotten to watch the wooden scarecrow being turned on by the hand of his god. The mastermind was telling stories on stage. Occasionally his words were greeted by the laughter of the evening connoisseurs. A very funny story.

They sit in just about any place. Some squat in front of the stage to easily enjoy the storyline. Hiding their cold bodies with thin sheaths. Sipping the cigarette is also a warm drink.

The mothers sat there, clutching their sleeping babies. Calm the children from crying. Regardless the night is getting colder.

That night's harbor made the full moon shine bright. Nature signs enjoy human offerings. Who would have thought the fate of one of them was being played around there. The drum, the saron, the gong simultaneously stopped ringing. When a girl in red was dragged by some strangers from the stage. Pause his famous humming.

The party of the people changed a lot of screams. Their laughter was instantly silent without a trace. The crying and cursing echoed on the journey of the collision march towards the forest.

That beautiful girl they're gonna sacrifice.

Name's Laras. He thrashed, screamed, clawing his nails unable to break free from the men in black. The burning torches led the poor girl to her final rest. The village's savior.

"People. Tonight right the moon looks full and bright illuminates the night. The ancestors are gathered with us. Asking for conditions if we want to survive. I had a dream, a bright light came from far away saying this girl had chosen an ancestor."

The man in black pointed at Laras. His heavy voice stopped their boisterousness in the back. While the sharp gaze was still Laras maintained ever since those people stopped dragging him in front of the old man holding the snake stick.

"Fortunately you, Baras. Proudly family. You are the hero of this village."

Laras' tears slowly trickled down, watching his mother wriggling from someone's grip. Her mother screamed rejection of their treatment of her daughter.

"Omong empty you Wirasana!" laras screams at the old man. Wirasana approaches, and Laras spits on the village's most revered figure. Everyone is jerking. Wirasana remained calm. "********!" shouted Laras rebelled.

"That's it." Wirasana said very calmly. They tie tightly hands as well as legs.

The girl laughed out loud in between her cries. They look at each other for it. Sinden they're crazy.

A slap slapped heavily on his cheek, making fresh blood seep from the tip of his lips. Laras challenged Wirasana's cold gaze. The old man stood up holding back the anger that would affect his good image. Hands clenched.

Barrels rang, looking up from his stern position before Wirasana. "Remember this day, if ever there was one blood of your flesh that resembled mine."

His eyes towards the pair of humans clasped hands. His beloved man has betrayed.

Laughter Laras voiced her pain, along with the roar of lightning and the wind turned off the torches. The forest became dark. They were shaking in fear. Heavy rain did not stop the laughter. He was crazed, his face faintly visible by the flash of lightning.

"Throw!" Wirasana rules decisively.

People hesitated to touch the girl. But the gaze of killing Wirasana was more frightening.

The barrel also fell on the wet ground. Death hole. The girl continued to laugh despite the earth toss and the rain slowly immersing the entire body.

Until the laughter disappeared leaving their breathless. The barrel is dead.

It's just that they're mistaken.

They ran in an indeterminate direction leaving hoes and torches. Save yourself in the rain.

The girl's laughter reverberated throughout the forest. The barrel is dead. The smile will continue to sound.

- Damaisland-