H-22: ASSASSIN
H22A - 20
The Erfrain house.
The man put Xylona to a bath up. He took off Xylona's entire outfit and then turned on the warm water. Carefully, Erfrain bathed Xylona's body.
"It's no wonder Enzo and Kris thought of you, you're so beautiful" Erfrain said.
Finished bathing Xylona, the man dressed Xylona in a dress and she put Xylona's body to bed. Erfrain took a bandage in the closet. He tried to bandage Xylona's head with the bandage.
"It's not easy, how does it work?" It seems Erfrain is struggling and does not understand how to wear bandages.
"Why do women always put themselves in danger and make men have to help them? Hhh, troublesome." Finally Erfrain managed to pair the bandage even though it was not neat.
"But if you're the one who's bothering me, I don't matter." Erfrain smiled mischievously while pinching Xylona's cheek.
Erfrain took Xylona's phone out of her pants pocket and put it on the table. He passed into the living room and took the raincoat and knife in his hand.
The man stood in front of the wall clock. He stared at the wall clock which currently shows at 9 p.m. Xylona is still unconscious.
** Flashback **
Bullying seems to have become a hereditary tradition at AMRITA High School. The perpetrators of the bullying are definitely children from the upper class in the village. Normally in other schools, bullies who have passed are usually expelled from the school in order to maintain the good name of the school. However, AMRITA High School is different. They will cover the case up to its roots. Parents of students who bully will 'negotiate' with the school to defend the child, because otherwise the child can not be accepted in any High School.
Therefore the school maintained them so that the tradition of bullying continued to the next generations.
However, one by one they began to disappear. Once found, it was also a piece of his hand.
No one thought that the curse of the 22nd in Amrita Village would continue at AMRITA High School.
Story begins.
In 1989, many new students applied to AMRITA High School. A well-dressed male disciple with square glasses walked into the line. He looked around.
"Hey, little boy! What's your name?!"
The boy was shocked. "My name is Rain."
"Stands upright and lines neat!" the student hit Rain on the head.
During his time at AMRITA High School, Rain saw a lot of bullying that occurred in front of his eyes. He even became one of them.
Rain climbed the stairs to his class. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw his classmate being beaten up by the upperclassman.
One of them saw Rain. He threw his bag in Rain's face. "What do you see?!"
They dragged Rain and beat him up too.
Meanwhile, a motorbike was traveling at moderate speed on the road. Suddenly it rained. The student had no intention of stopping. He kept riding his motorcycle to get to his house, because it was night.
However, suddenly there was someone in a red rain suit crossing over. The student was surprised and immediately braked suddenly, but the ill-fated man in the red rain had already been hit. His body was thrown a few meters. Blood flowed from his head.
Panicked, he immediately gasped and left the hit-and-run victim on the street. During the journey, the man was astonished, because he did not come. Though he was used to going through the road it was impossible for him to get lost.
"Why does this street feel so far away?" The man looked in the rearview. Both of his eyes widened looking at Rain with a red raincoat running chasing behind him. The man gasped in fear. Especially after realizing that the person he had hit was Rain and was now chasing him.
"Damn it, wasn't he dead? Why is he chasing me now?" His grunt.
"Because I want to catch you." Rain's voice was clear.
The man frowned then looked back, it turned out Rain was already sitting in his motorcycle seat. He was shocked and shouted. Losing his balance, he fell unconscious.
When he opened his eyes, the man was surprised to find himself in a foreign house. There was a large mirror reflecting his reflection.
He felt his mouth hurt. When he muttered, he grimaced in pain from not being able to speak. Blood flowed from his mouth. He moved to the mirror and opened his mouth. His eyes widened when he realized that his tongue was cut off.
The man was crying in fear. He held his mouth which was continuously bleeding.
Suddenly there were footsteps entering the room. The man's heart was racing. He saw Rain enter the room. His wet raincoat dripped water onto the floor.
Rain grabbed the hair of the man who had beaten him yesterday. "Sadly, you hurt people exactly one day before the 22nd. Had you hit those guys on a young date, you wouldn't have gotten the payback soon."
The man opened his mouth to answer, but he did not know what he was saying.
"You talk too much, so I'll take your tongue first. Now I need your hand." Rain took out the same knife he had used to cut off the person's tongue.
Looking at Rain who was holding a knife, the man shook his head and pleaded. He tried to talk, but still couldn't. His mouth was even spitting out more blood.
"I know what you want, but I don't want to let you go." Rain cut off the man's hand. A loud scream echoed in the room.
After his hand was cut off, Rain put the ring to his middle finger and then he put it on the table. Rain left to let the man meet his end slowly in the room. The lamp was lit so that the man could clearly see the moments of his death from the large mirror in front of him.
The next day, Rain saw that the man was dead with blood. The two male eyes glared with their mouths wide open. Rain took a hand piece at the table. When he left for school, he threw the hand into a random place.
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21.20 | 22 January 2020
By ucu_irna_marhamah
