Death Island

With beeluf

He ran through the night and kept running to throw away everything, and kept crying through City A.

The police patrol car siren buzzed, he hated it all. He was like a hunted beast, everyone was chasing him, "I want to die, only!" it's desperate.

He looked at his blood-soaked hands, he was crying. He hurt the father he loved and respected all along.

He continued to run through the night looking at his hands, his feet already sore due to asphalt and stone wounds. He did not care, he wanted to go far away from his suffering.

He arrived at the harbor following his running feet, he got into a large ship and hid there.

Mano slept for days until he woke up he was on an island, someone took him without him knowing who.

Putting it in a sack, behind the sack he heard people shouting beaten with whips to work on building Alberto's magnificent fortress and castle.

Mano who was a teenager, scared to death. Someone shouldered it thinking it was a piece of sand wanting to pour it into a sand mixer.

As the sack opened Mano punched the man and ran, all the soldiers chasing him threw guns at him.

The beautiful teenage Mano continued to run, entering a desert behind him sharp objects flew into his body.

In the past he did not know if it was suriken, he fell into the desert with his front body smashing gently into the desert sand, he only saw blood soaking his body.

People dressed in black like ninjas he had seen in a movie chased him and approached him.

Mano was only able to see the footsteps. The pain he felt was unable to describe, tears had soaked the sand below.

Somehow the courage from which he grasped the sand gripped him tightly, looking at the clattering of feet began to approach.

A ninja, smile. Speaking in Japanese. Mano did not understand what they were talking about, they wanted to touch his body.

As fast as lightning Mano threw a grips of sand into his eyes made the man crouching beside him instantly scream and hold his eyes.

Another ninja wanted to release his samurai into Mano's body, "Death is more beautiful than suffering, this!" lirih Mano on the desert sand.

His face down with blood and tears, he resigned if death had picked him up.

However, a spear slammed right into the ninja's chest. Making him fall behind his body, Mano only saw a woman in a veil and in red clothes kill 5 ninjas deftly.

The woman continued to play her spear with incredible strength, she was able to stand on her own spear. Mano saw every fight scene like a movie he had ever seen.

An old man with a white beard, gave a bitter capsule that was in the shape of a grain. Into Mano's mouth, and plucked out some suriken on his back.

Mano just kept quiet without yelling as the old man pulled out every suriken on his back and legs. He was silent with tears and cries.

He was no longer able to distinguish the pain in the whip or hit by his mother and stepbrother or the more pain shuriken stuck in his back.

Everything was just as painful, and he had gotten used to getting all the pain and injuries all over his body since his mother died.

His father was as rude as his stepmother, he was like a child who was not considered to exist.

Mano still looked at the sand beneath him to be the red color of his blood as well as the blood of the ninjas who were killed by the woman in red.

The old man gave something to his back, he felt a burning heat and made him scream.

"Let's!" he screamed until he fainted. Yahmen managed to kill 10 ninjas who were chasing Mano, Sepuh Rayan put Mano's body on the back of the mischievous deer.

Making a sandstorm roll around them, leading him to a sand tower. Lying it on the wild grass over the desert.

Everyone takes care of Mano, Muti sings a canticle into Mano's ear. Making him dream, he met his late mother.

"Go home, boy! It's not time you're with me yet" his mother said.

The mother gently stroked Mano's head, her long hair slightly reddish on her mother's fingers.

"I'm tired, I want to be with Mom!" crying Mano.

His mother kissed him on the forehead, "Go home!" his mother said again.

The shadow of his mother disappeared changed with the face of a beautiful woman, a red veiled woman and an old man with a white beard.

He broke through the vortex of time and returned to his body, "Huh! Huh!" he nodded with a deep breath.

His heart was soaring rapidly, as if he had just boarded a rolkingcoster on a ride.

He once secretly rode it when he came home from buying vegetables, after which he had to crouch in a dark room and not eat for 2 days.

Mano looked at everyone, his body wrapped in a white cloth like a cocoon.

Mano realized that his body was lying with his head on the lap of a beautiful woman, who was in his dream with long black hair.

At his feet a veiled woman was standing folding her hands together on his chest, watching him.

Beside him the old man was grinding a plant on a flat stone, he saw many people around him wearing red clothes, only the old man was wearing white clothes.

It is under a sand tower, towering with orange-colored sun penetrating between the leaves.

"Am I dead?" whisky Mano.

Everyone laughed, "Death is not that easy, if God still protects you then wherever you are safe."

The voice of the old man echoed beside him, he did not flinch still grinding his plants.

Mano fell silent, "Where am I?" ask Mano.

He wanted to sit down, he was embarrassed to be on the lap of a woman who was not far between ages with him.

However, the weight of the cocoon is very difficult to move. The woman holding him held a beautiful canticle that Mano did not understand.

Laying the cocoon's weight faded away and disappeared leaving behind a thin smoke, he felt so fresh and light that all his wounds did not hurt.

"Who is your name?" ask the beautiful woman who held him.

"I-I'm Mano!" mano. A beautiful woman drinks a cup of water.

"Drink, it's a little bit bitter. So that you can heal quickly! I'm Yura, and this is Chief Muti, this is Sepuh Rayan, and this strong woman is Yahmen!" yura.

Mano sat down and drank a little thick liquid green and smelled that stung his nose, he quietly drank it all out.

He felt nothing more, his life more bitter than the cup of medicine he swallowed.

He looked at all the people who were so kind, Yahmen was just silent still standing in his position.

The sound of a heli roar echoed, An eagle perched on Yahmen's shoulder. He spoke to his eagle, "Damn it! Alberto slaughtered the hatters!" shout Yahmen.

Mano saw the woman darting as light as a goose feather running out of the sand tower followed by several women.