Laboratory - Red

Chapter 18 Maria Aggy

After I thought about it

with all these statements, I know who I am.

Exactly and correctly, sister's statement. I was adopted by her family. And the words of Ms. Neny, it felt right. I started looking for information on Marcues everywhere. Even the book of Marcues philosophy is also widely spread in any media.

One of the philosophy books from abroad that is translated in my regional language, with the title "Smart like Marcues". I got a copy of Uncle Agung's copy at his kiosk. This book is on the reef by Gladis. I think this woman uses language that is easy to understand, especially in my everyday language.

A few early pages tell us who Marcues was. Unfortunately, this name is passed down from time to time. For example, like a family name, a derivative name. I also don't know who Marcues meant by Miss Neny.

I also summarized my own version (only the slips). It could be that Marcues and my birth mother wanted to make me a guinea pig, and then Neny tried to separate me from my biological parents, so I was found by my mother and sister. Only possibility. I'm guessing Miss Neny is a good scientist. But still, I won't trust anyone. Because really I know, disappointment comes from our belief or hope in something. So, you won't be disappointed if you don't expect (too much).

***

The rain was pouring down, soaking the earth. The math is finally finished. I breathed a sigh of relief afterwards. Trust me, man, I don't memorize any formulas. Just not working on the problem and when it's done, I'll act a little relieved like a math maniac.

The bell rang. The rain was still unceasing. Thankfully, I brought an umbrella. I look at the address on my phone, the lab address of Ms. Neny. He said his lab had officially moved near the building. So in conclusion, the lab was not at this address.

Just short. After waiting for the bus at the stop, and getting off at the other stop, I then walked for 3 kilometers, until now I reached the laboratory. It was the first time I saw a lab this big, and it was the first time that Ms. Neny invited me.

I'm still in uniform. No lunch yet, let alone going home. Ahhh.how glad I was invited here. To me, he was about to save my confusing life. Maybe Ms. Neny can cure this red filter disorder in my body.

But I was wrong. Wrong big. Surprising things happen. Indeed, at this time I walk casually while holding a school bag, and by wearing my jacket. Everything also looks normal with chemical odors and some people are busy with their respective activities. No one questioned my arrival. Not suspicious or, to be exact.

"Aggy" Miss Neny greeted me from one of the rooms. The chemical smell grew even more intense as he approached me. And the white coat looked perfectly on his body. "Welcome," he welcomed. Could too.

"Bu Neny wasn't teaching class?"

"No, Maria Aggy. Today there is an important discovery. I need a lot of time in the lab"

"She said that Miss Neny was taking a break?".

I didn't answer that question. He grinned for a while then asked me to follow him into another room. There are only 4 people wearing lab coats and glasses, plus 2 people, namely me and Ms. Neny. This room is not too big. Probably as large as my class. Or maybe smaller. There are measuring cups, test tubes, and various other laboratory equipment.

One of the items caught my attention. 10 pieces of syringes with a thick red liquid content. What makes me shudder in horror, is the biggest syringe. The syringe was placed on one of the tables, located right near the test tube. Every now and then scientists check it, then take notes, and check it again, take notes again. It looks so busy.

"What's this much syringe for, ma'am?" I asked. The woman did not answer while turning her back to me.

We ended up sitting on a pair of benches and a table that was not too big. The table is empty. There is only one flower vase.

"Let me tell you about Marcues." she began. "Yes. I'm sure you'll be looking for a lot of information about him"

"He was a great scientist a few years ago. He found many and became a media spotlight. But those years passed so quickly, that death picked up his family. The issue is, the plant of death somehow it swallowed the whole family in the house of Maecues. Is that true, mom? Who's that family?" I told you the brief and incomplete information I got from the internet. Still, any website sometimes contains hoaxes.

"That's right, Aggy. Marcues is dead, or gone where I don't know. It is believed that he also died with his wife and children. Speaking of his wife, I can't tell you which one is your mother. It could have been his first wife in honey. Just possibility".

Then I nodded in understanding and took out a philosophy book from the Great Uncle's stall. Ms. Neny flipped through her courtyard while grinning.

"It looks like he was a respected figure back then" I said.

"Yes" . "And, Aggy. I'll talk about your vision suddenly turning red".

That was when my spirit grew to listen. I folded my hands on the table and I really noticed and I digest all that Neny said.

"It's just an argument. After I learned more with my chemical tools, I discovered many possibilities. You must be a tube baby, I'm sure of it.

"Marcues injected strange substances and other DNA, which certainly did not come from humans. He was reckless." Ms. Neny took a deep breath, while walking back to give something to her colleague, then after that she sat back down on the bench.

"DNA is located in the cell. DNA also determines the nature of the organism being passed on. So when mixing the types of DNA of animals and humans also affect the organisms that are derived. It was crazy, but it worked. Marcues is reckless.

"As I've been searching for these few days, it's possible that the DNA of the tiger, lion, and eagle was injected into your mother's fetus. As well as those red eyes, I think it's still a mystery. But I associate this with an English legend. Black dog (black dog)" he continued. "Have you heard of it?"

I shook my head as I continued to listen carefully. And Miss Neny explained.

"Black dog, or black dog. A legend from England. Dogs are black, big, and have red eyes. This dog is aggressive, likes to attack, looks fierce and creepy.

"This legend began in 1127. There was a group of English hunters who hunted at night. They used horses and accompanied these black dogs. His huge body at a glance looked like a monster. Her red eyes carried a horror impression," Ms. Neny occasionally continued to give instructions to her employees who were constantly busy researching the results of chemical experiments.

"If not wrong, in 1577, this black dog terror began. Exactly yes.happened in England. I don't know about this legend, I've learned less. Maybe you can search the internet.

"Well, on August 4, 1577 this black dog attacked 2 churches in Suffolk. Somehow the victim I don't understand, Aggy. But I must have tied this black dog to you"

"What does mother mean?"

"Red eyes. Maybe Marcues took the monster's DNA. Could be, because I know very well how reckless and crazy this guy is".

I recorded all this in my mind memory. tiger DNA, bat DNA, lion DNA, eagle DNA, as well as an argument, 'DNA black dog'. Any sense? Sure didn't. But for the time being, I can only trust things beyond this kind of reasoning.

"It does not contain the supernatural impression of winning" he continued.

"What do I mean, including monsters?" Ask me to find out. Bu Neny shook his head, then nodded.

"Either. Could be" he continued.

"For now, what can I do?"

Ms. Neny didn't reply. Even his face looked radiant. Then he called his 4 employees to come closer to me. I looked around. Something's not right.

Ms. Neny seemed to walk to the back, towards the table above which there were syringes and laboratory equipment earlier. 4 employees were looking at me closely as if preparing to pounce.

And my suspicions and suspicions are true. My feelings of joy turned sharply. Now I'm surrounded. Ms. Neny with her horrible look is now approaching me with a syringe in which there is a deep red liquid. Nothing else. His intention was to smash that horrible needle into my body.

I don't know what the vaccine is. He was clearly not well-intentioned. I regret coming to this trap. Really am! 4 His employees even excitedly pounced on me. My hands were clutched by them firmly. I'm powerless. I'm locked. Although I shake this body, I can't afford to take off the lock of these 4 crazy women. And Ms. Neny, with her deadly smile, is closing in. Close-up. Too close.

And BUUUKK!!! I kicked that crazy woman in the stomach. He fell, along with the syringe. Precious seconds to take off the clutches of his 4 saggy employees.

"DON'T LET THAT GIRL RUN AWAY!!!" Miss Neny exclaimed. The 4 officers were trying to come after me. I've run. The table where I placed the test tube, chemicals, thermometers, and other chemical devices has now been kicked. It was in disarray and some of it broke. They're deterred.

I continued to escape from this place. There is no point in coming all the way to a death trap. I managed to get out of that room. But stupid. Just futile. Outside the room earlier, more servants, and they were ready to capture my little body.

With sirgam a solution of solfic acid is now in my hands. All of them, as many as dozens of people chasing me, won't let me out of the lab.

That solfic acid I now splash into one of the men's bodies in a white coat and lab glasses right behind me. It was wrong of her own that she pulled my backpack. Although not all of his skin was affected, at least the man's head had been doused. He thrashed and soon sprawled.

I have to be careful with this liquid. I ran at that time. Everything was really messed up, I used a way of fighting the more reckless. I didn't carry a finished weapon, an axe stored in that glass I now forcibly took. They all reflexively stopped. I raised the ax as high as I could give a warning.

"Let that boy down!" One of them exclaimed. Free.

Slowly I backed off, backed off and BRUUKK. I hit Neny's mom. His position was right behind me and this was sudden. He caught me, but now I'm putting the axe to his feet. Blood flowed with his cry. He sprawled, crying over one of his legs.

***

It doesn't take a few days. The large and most famous laboratory is now highlighted by any media. Crhistine Neny, a 45-year-old woman who is still fit and beautiful, had to give up one of her legs for amputation. He did not tell the media who or what happened yesterday in the lab. Officers are also keeping secrets. So said one of the many news channels on television. Ms. Neny and her officers were like exiles. I don't know now where that woman is, I don't care at all. The lab's closed. All his confusion remains a mystery to the outside community.

***

I'm back to summarizing these difficult ideas. Good. Good.

My guess yesterday was wrong. I'm not the usual teenager. I'm not an abnormality, but it was created intentionally, for which I don't know the cause. To be sure, I'm a chemical creation too. I'm a tube baby, my mom's barren.

I was born from a DNA shot of a tiger, a lion, a bat, an eagle, and the black dog was either true or not. I am definitely not an ordinary man.

Starting the day, I'm starting to be able to control this deadly red filter. I don't need to kill people, no need. I've not thrashed screaming for help when my disorder relapses. It will disappear by itself.

So why do kids my age kill each other? That's just simple. The real influence of revenge and hatred. Maybe because I was special, so when the grudge was at its limit able to make the red filter reappear, making me want to swing the cutter into the victim's body.

And the matter of where the cutter suddenly appeared, was actually not a miracle or magic, or the cutter came down from the sky. Nope. Without me noticing, the one that had suddenly disappeared was already in my memory. I like to collect the cutter in yellow. I'm interested in red wine. Bizarrely. I buy that cutter every day. I collected it and why I suddenly didn't even notice.

It's weird, but it's real and I can't argue.

And. Fortunately my foster brother is still doing well. He still sends my monthly money, even if I forbid. He told me to stay in this secluded house and I agreed. Really, I am very grateful for that woman.

***

I finished Season 2 of Dead in my room. Jean must find a gift jacket from her grandmother at her mother's house. The house was obviously reluctant to enter a Jean, the eldest of whom I excommunicated, even being expelled from the family. Jean went to her parents and sisters' house outside the city. He came like a zombie covered in blood after breaking into the school with a gun. The story is interrupted when Jean opens her family home. Continued on season 3 and I have to read it right away. Just came out a week ago! And I don't know if Uncle Agung hasn't made his pirated version yet.

But this afternoon I'm on my bike, heading for Uncle Agung's stall. It only took me a few minutes until I had parked my bike neatly in front of the stall.

I entered it and Uncle Agung had already brewed a cup of coffee at the cashier table while reading the newspaper. I said good afternoon kindly, and the middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"I finished reading Dead in my room, uncle. Have you sold season 3 yet?"

"Season 3? You don't know, Agg?" He even laughed. "Mark Stefanno was about by the book publisher when Season 3 was coming out. According to others, the story is good. And at once all the answers to the awkwardness of Jean and her enemies".

"really? Didn't it come out last week, did it?" I argue not believing. Great Uncle turned out to know better, and of course this man has followed the book Dead in my room by Mark Steffano.

"Look news. I know better, because it follows the publishers and creators of famous books. I don't know what the book is, I don't know. But there are still other horror novels by Mark. The place as usual".

I understand. Really disappointed with my feelings. However, at the same time curious, why Mark Stefanno novel that I think there is no element of criticizing it can be about by the book publisher. Never mind. There are still plenty of horror novels to distract my curiosity with the continuation of Jean Martin's journey.

The clock is at 5pm. There are still some visitors. Probably about 9 people. There are only adults.

I walked over to the bookshelves of horror and mystery genres, looking for some novels that I could read for some time to come.

"You read pirated books?" That sound. Familiar. Crammy. I directly looked.

"Yes. You too" I replied directly when a book with a color cover in light blue was held by him. Agam leaned his back on the shelf.

"You should read this book" she showed me one. The cover is quite interesting and said to be memorable. "Recently published. And I got spoilers from the internet. They say the book is inspired by a true story. You knew?". I answered it with a shake.

"The name of the main character Agam. Haha. I like it because my name is similar to the main character" he replied.

"Quite interesting, Agam. But did you know the novel Dead in my room?" I diverted, questioning my favorite novel to make the conversation more fun.

"Work of Mark Stefanno? I-i know. I read the new season-1 and said season-3 was already in about by the publisher"

"Yes, yes you're right. I even just found out today. Why do you think the novel is about?"

"Come, Agg. But what if we sit there first?" He pointed at the bench outside the stall. Indeed, the stall belonging to Uncle Agung is not too broad, but he provides a refrigerator with a variety of cold drinks and light snacks on other shelves.

I picked up another horror novel and soon paid, so did Agam. We finally decided to have a light chat on the outside bench.

"For you," he put a soda in front of me.

"I read actually what comments from Mark's fans, and from them interpreted it might be that season-3 was too cruel and creepy. You know that, right? This series from Dead in my room is too scary. Even sensitive people aren't encouraged to read, and I just found out you're a fan of this book". So long explanation. His guess may be true.

"Oh yeah, hot news today, you know?"

"What's that?" Once again, this boy made me curious.

"The perpetrator of Emmi's murder case has been caught and taken care of by the authorities".

My hair stood up right then and there. Even the cold soda has fallen on the ground. Emmi's killer? Me? What's the max of 'caught'?

"Sorry" I said as I picked up the soda can. "What do you mean by 'caught'?"

"What's? You didn't know? Just this afternoon the perpetrator was caught. The rumor is he turned himself in. A man in his 30s said. His body was thin tall and dark-skinned" Agam explained.

Really surprised. These problems that have no end yet plugged my head. A lot of weird things happen every day, and I don't understand one.

"Honestly I feel sorry for that poor girl. Died behind a deserted school with no one to know".

I was still silent with a blank look. My heart is beating fast. My head is dizzy and my whole body is goosebumps.

"It's a good thing the perpetrator's been brought in, Aggy. Of course this news immediately shocked the entire media"

"Pig..."

"Yes?"

"You say what is? Are you really serious?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I couldn't stand it and my tears broke at that moment. Under the lighting of the lamp in the afternoon is rather dim. It was witnessed by Agam and some people who came home from the kiosk of Great uncle. I cried sobbing. Should like? The man who didn't kill Emmi was in prison, but I was the one who casually bought the pirated book today and chatted with Agam. If Agam knew I was the killer, would he report? Will everyone stay away from me if I confess to the authorities? Nah! I have to be selfish, I have to be evil, I'm a criminal, I'm a killer, and forever so.

"Agg!!" Agam with his serious face looked at me. "What's wrong with you?"

The still sobbing me couldn't even answer a question I could make up the answer to. I just realized how bad I am today. There are many sins I have committed. Neither to my Lord, nor to my fellow-people.

Agam stroked my back gently as if understanding what I was feeling. At least it calms me down a little, and I wipe my tears.

"I understand he's your best friend". It's bullshit! Emmie? My pal? There is a demon! My regret for the murder is gone now. There was only anger, disappointment, and resentment that kept burning. You are a fool, Agam.

"Oh yes, starting next week, on Wednesday our school held a tribute ceremony to exemplary students. Emmi, she is accomplished, beautiful, talented, and always boasts of school. He deserves that".

I'm really sick of it now. All things only about Emmi, Emmi, and Emmi. Without answering anything, I left Agam alone on that bench. I hurriedly took my bike roughly and left the place. What kind of honor ceremony? Should the soul of the bully be rewarded in such a way?