Hunters And White Lotus
chapter four's
Night 21.00, in the cinema loby
Radit was chin-backed, the dark brown iris was staring at the movie poster on the wall bored. It had been almost an hour Radit and his family were waiting in the lobby to wait for their schedule. They should have been sitting inside and enjoying the movie from an hour ago, but due to an error in booking tickets through the app, they were forced to buy tickets that were scheduled for more nights.
Radit turned to the right, he was silent for a moment watching Isabella who was asleep sitting down, her face looked so miserable as if she did not enjoy her sleep.
Radit remembered something, and he put the back of his hand on Isabella's forehead, checking her temperature.
"Warm." Radit muttered with a worried tone
"No need to worry," Isabella said weakly, her eyes slowly opening.
"How not, your face looks miserable so," Radit stared worriedly at the person beside him.
"It's my own fault, I shouldn't have come from the beginning knowing I'm not feeling well from home. I don't think it's a problem, but it turns out my body says something else." Isabella smiled weakly, her face looked so pale, the red eyes that always looked excited were now dim.
"Studio six is already in the open," The voice echoed in the lobby room, signaling that they should enter the studio immediately.
"Where is my father and mother?" Radit looked to the left.
"That's," Isabella pointed to the left.
Radit saw what Isabella was pointing at. From a distance, his father and mother were walking towards them while holding hands, while the rest of their hands were used to carry jumbo popcorn containers, they were both seen chatting. Radit's mother even laughs cheerfully, Radit's father who sees his son's presence hastening their pace. Radit and Isabella got up and walked towards the two matching parents.
"Son Isabella are you okay?" Radit's mother asked worriedly seeing her son's close friend as hot as this.
"I'm okay." Isabella nodded.
"If you're cold, just hug my son." Radit's father said with a shitty smile.
"Dad," Radit sighed bitterly, Radit's father just raising his shoulders.
"Let's go to the studio or we'll miss the movie." Radit's mother reminded. They agreed to the plan and decided to move on. They entered the studio, the cold air of the AC and the noise of the film greeted them. Radit looked here and there looking for a seat and finally found it. He also invited his party to sit down. After everyone sat down, the lights turned off and the film began.
"What movie genre are we watching?" Isabella asked next to Radit.
"horror." Radit said casually
"Holy?"
"E...zombie?"
Isabella gulped, she covered her mouth with her hands, her irises shrinking, but Radit could not see Isabella because it was dark.
The film begins to show a dead village, then the scene changes into an old hut. There a man was cornered, he pointed the Axe forward, his face tense, sweat flooding him.
"Far away!!" Excited the guy.
But the zombie had no brain, he actually jumped at the guy and pounced on him, bit him as much, fresh blood splashed and splashed everywhere.
Isabella was not strong anymore, she stood up and immediately walked out of the studio. Radit who saw it was astonished and decided to pursue it.
Isabella ran towards the toilet, ignoring the views of the people around her. His hand that kept smothering his mouth grew stronger and stronger, his heart was pounding so strongly, murderous lust overflowing in his heart, his pupils shrinking, exuding a murderous lust.
He went into the woman's toilet and vomited out all the saliva he had collected in his mouth. He gasped and then looked at his reflection in the mirror.
His face was already fruitful, his red irises were now brightly lit, his teeth extending into fangs, sweat flooding his entire face.
"Meats, Meat..," murmured Isabella in a hoarse voice, she bit her lips until they bled. His hands firmly gripped the sink.
"I need meat!! "Isabella yelled in a hoarse voice "stop to hold me fucking, this is also for the good of your stupid life!" Isabella said angrily, she pointed at herself in the mirror.
"You're not a fucking human anymore!! , admit it!!" Isabella exclaimed again, then she was silent for a moment and her body fell to the floor.
"Whispering." Isabella incubated with her original voice "this is my fucking body," Isabella gasped for breath, she looked up, staring at the ceiling of the toilet, her tears dripping down the skirt she was using.
"You're just shy, just quiet," Isabella said sobbing, tears falling to the floor, she clutching firmly at the black skirt she was wearing, his jaws he surged strongly as a form of channeling his anger.
"My life is mine, everything I decide," Isabella stood up and walked to the toilet door, her stairs wiping away the rest of her cries, her heart hoping that no one would listen to her scream.
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Night 21:00, in front of Isabella's house.
Alan stood in front of Isabella's house, the dark orange iris watching closely around her. The phone in his pocket rang, he grabbed his phone to pick up the phone.
"How did you finish him?" Ask the woman across there.
"Not yet, it looks like he already knows who I am, probably running away." Alan answered.
"If you need help, just call the center." The woman across there said seriously.
"No need, I can handle this on my own, the center is in a mess right now." Alan answered.
"All right, good luck." The woman hung up the phone too.
Alan dropped his phone and breathed heavily, turned right and walked home. The golden sword that he had been holding onto earlier vanished into flames, then the night wind blew extinguishing it.
