Dandelions

43. The struggle (part 3)

"Great as well you can hold out until this second. Should I give you an award?" Said Mervin who slowly kept the knife away from Ken, throwing his throw without fear of himself getting hurt as if he had gotten used to it.

Mervin stepped closer to the Typhoon. The sound of his footsteps rang out clearly, slightly echoing for the sky blue iris youth.

"So how to play adults? Play kroyok High School boy without mercy. Your coward is right." Taufan said while slightly chuckling.

Mervin frowned, "yes, it certainly takes a lot of people to bury you in this place. The more people who pray for you to go to hell would be better, wouldn't they?"

Mervin smiled with satisfaction at the Typhoon's face, "But from the way you beat those thugs, I can admit you're great too. But... Where's your sister you've always been proud of? Didn't he come? " Tanya Mervin.

From the very beginning the hurricane will end like this, it will never be able to win against this many people. The one he defeated, he considered good luck. Because he's not that strong.

He only buy time until his brother comes, but until he is dying the universe does not also take his side. Hali never showed his existence, and he was no longer able to move.

"Don't say much. Let go of my sister, Goddamn it!" Bumpat Taufan sharp which was immediately welcomed a slap. As soon as Typhoon is reached, the pain that has not disappeared is now increasing radiating heat. He looked at Mervin full of hate with my bead.

"You should speak more politely to those who are older than you."

"Sad. Why am I being polite to a rotten creature like you?!"

Feeling annoyed, a hard kick landed in the stomach of the Typhoon to make his body bounce hit the wall behind. The grip on both of his hands just slipped off.

He groaned, his back numb due to the hard hit. His breathing is irregular. He coughed violently, his mouth was open trying to scoop up the air that suddenly became very heavy as if he did not want to fill his chest cavity.

His hand gripped tightly onto his stomach which became the center of the pain in his body. Trying to reduce lara even though it changes nothing. His body felt an incredible pain.

His eyes were tightly closed as the pressure from his stomach felt extremely sore along with the rancid rippling in his mouth.

Uhuk!

The blue ball bead was perfectly rounded, encountering the red liquid that had filled his hand..

"No, brother Typhoon!" Ken's cry broke, his body moving out of control trying to untie the mine that held him back from running towards Typhoon. He continued to thrash, no matter the pain on his wrist.

The screams, the cries, the pleas did not reach Mervin's hearing at all. His conscience is dead, covered in a mist of vengeance. All that was read from those eyes was a murderous feeling.

"You're not aware of your position on the verge of death, are you?" Mervin said as he walked slowly closer to Typhoon.

"Haha, why. You ashamed to admit your weakness?" The fizzling of the weak Typhoon still provoked the anger of the opponent, even though he himself knew he was on the edge.

Death that seemed to be in sight did not make him tremble. The lightning in the blue ball was still the same, full of anger and hate. He doesn't know who it is, why he kidnapped Mervin, even his words about death. He doesn't know anything.

All he knows is that he has to save Ken. But he was self-conscious. For the time being it was even difficult to move his body, how could he take Ken away from here?

"Well, this kid turned out to be quite a jerk too huh? Still raving about useless things. You'll be dead soon if you want to know."

The man continued to shower the helpless body with a kick that swung lightly.

Screaming Ken's voice shrill out his name. Still the same, begging to stop hurting the Typhoon. But his cry passed like a gust of wind. In fact, the man did not reduce the energy or intensity of the kick, did not give pause or time for the Typhoon to rest.

"I beg you to stop! Just beat me up! Just kill me! Don't be Typhoon! Please please... Don't hurt Typhoon..."

Samar Samar Taufan hears Ken's cry begging the psychopath not to hurt him again. In the heart of the hurricane, he was thrilled when he heard Ken calling his name with frills. He was so happy just like this. Even if he died at this time there would be no regrets, because Ken would have accepted it even with this sad condition.

"Stt, quiet.. You're very noisy. I'll start with you after I finish it. So just calm down there, and wait your turn."

Mervin finally stopped, his breathing hunting. His fingers flicked his hair that was soaked in sweat. He squatted down, "You know, at first I wanted to give you an easy death because I knew your life would have been very difficult. But you've come with a pretentious ass and provoke my emotions."

Typhoon was still conscious, he was still able to hear those words. His entire body felt crumpled. pain, pain, and pain. Everything becomes one. His originally tightly closed eyes, slowly opened, displaying a dimming blue bead.

His gaze was blurry, but his focus was fixed on one point.

Ken.

His sister must have been looking at him with tears in her eyes. Ah shit, Typhoon could at least see Ken crying.

The big hand gripped the collar, raising its insignificant body.

The typhoon could see the sparkle of the iron rod that was overwritten by the light of the lamp.

"Are there any last words?"

The typhoon no longer fights. The words he was about to say were stuck on the tip of his tongue. The pain had already killed his speech ability.

"Looks not. You must have missed both your parents a lot, right? I'll meet you right now."

"Nga! Nay! Brother Typhoon!"

Slowly all the pain that perched on his body airs out of nowhere. It feels peaceful and calming at one time.

"Greet your parents there."

Is this sad for her life? When those he loved began to return to him, he was faced with death.

The lamp pendar on it as if getting dim like a classic film with dark effects on each side. Darker until the light is as bright as anything can not reach the blue manic retina.

Sayup, the voice echoed, the call that kept shouting his name as if it were getting away. The typhoon remained silent. Unable to do anything.

If this is really my time, I have no regrets at all. I'm just sorry I couldn't save Ken. Only with my existence was he able to accept, even though I couldn't see his smile anymore, I didn't mind. Your apologies are more than anything in the world. I'm sorry I can't be a good sister...

... I'm sorry if all this time my existence always made you sick.

... I'm sorry I couldn't look at you like Hali's sister. I was too selfish and afraid of your rejection.

...Sorry

"SOR TYPHOON!"

A drop of tear fell down, along with the eyelid that was slowly closing.

Forgetting pain, abandoning grief, welcoming endless darkness and leaving behind a pseudo-emptiness.

'And thank you for being my brother. '

TB