Laboratory - Red

The Chapter 3 Steyfano Marcues

My music speaker is still on. A song I never listen to. I covered my gloomy morning. And this thick blanket still faithfully hugged my body. With a very comfortable bed. Remembering the past with this song.

I got up from my sleep which was not good. Leave a sore in part of the body due to the fight last night. Now I'm hungry. It's even past lunchtime. I walked into the kitchen and cooked instant noodles. Eat it with gourd. At a table full of bad memories.

A lyric from the Scorpions song envelops the ceiling. Now I can no longer put that noodle in my mouth. I was held back by the attacks of past pain. I bit my lips. Trying not to be like this anymore. I have to try to forget this and make a new life again. But I was still drowning in tears.

I can't stand it. I fell from the chair to the floor. Holding onto my chest which gave me an invading pain. The past is eating away at my body. Stabbed me as deep as possible. Basically, no one will care about it. This disease is what most people fear. Ironically, everyone is always experiencing it. But from a different reason.

If only my father was smarter. My father was not careless. If only I could be more mature then. I'm going to get that stupid dad to make an antidote that can erase the bad memories people hate the most. Without having to erase the happy memories that can make a person amnesiac. But everything can't be changed. That way. And it'll keep going here. This is not a fantasy story. Or romance novels that require a person to reincarnate and improve his life is very bad. My life is not like that.

I turned off the song. And look at the phone I'm casing. Ronny. Aghs... I remember yesterday. He called me last night. Up to this much. I think he wants to apologize. I didn't want to pick up the phone from him because I didn't want to bother anyone that night. And I couldn't make a call back because my mood couldn't be reconciled. But I can't be like that. Edra. I remember Edra calling me before he died.

I hurried to call her back. The same thing. It's just that after I called her the seventh time, it lifted up quickly.

" Ron, though,... Why'd you call me? Wh.."

And then the phone just died. So what does he do if he wants to call me but doesn't want to listen to me? Or was she upset that I didn't pick up the phone last night?

I think my guess is right. She's upset. He was angry because I was so slow in taking someone's call. She's upset. He was so angry that he hung his intestines wrapped around his neck on the fence of my house. No. gabe. No more. Everything just happened, what did the kids really do?

Everything has gotten worse. Which motherfucker can do such a thing?

" Otherwise now? I'm already tired. Too many have to sacrifice."

I know that too. I know what Dimas said just now. I'm getting tired too. This is no ordinary murder. It is a terror of paradox.

" Why are you just quiet? Or maybe you killed Edra and Roni yourself? I don't want to call this prejudice, but look at all the evidence that's been there all along. For two days in a row the body was in front of my house. And no one knows who they are. And even who's the master of killing here." Dimas was crying loudly.

I can't believe it a little. But what Dimas said was true. The theory he said also made a little sense. But is it possible that I do it while I sleep? Do I have a habit of sleeping while walking? Of course I'll know that. My clothes were clean when I woke up.

I'm out of words. I thirst for words to close that possibility. I don't want to make myself worse. Or maybe I'll just stay alone. Atnan didn't even answer anything. Or comment on the theory Dimas just said. He just kept quiet. With tears that are hard to stop.

It turns out that the problems with the world are quite difficult from the reality. Tania put her palm over the back of my hand. And we looked at each other. He's the same as me not wanting to make this any worse.

That night I went through a time that I had wasted all this time. I can't do much more than have to go where I hate the most. Then swiftly the village children like them did not dare to wrestle after the incident at that time.

" What do you want, right? Killing my friends to reduce our numbers? Am I afraid of losing? I'm afraid of being outnumbered?? Why do you have to do that secretly, why don't you do it right in front of me right now??"

I said with confident knowledge that it was them. But, they just look at each other like they can't believe that I know all that well.

" What do you mean it.."

I'm sick. I don't like a clear explanation. That useless question was erased as I thrust out the knife. Leave the warmth and concentration of blood constantly sliding.

" Say now!! What do you want, right?! Hasn't it been enough for you to insult me since that incident??? I'm not a murderer!! I'm not a murderer!! "

I was so absorbed in uncontrollable emotions. Like a car that's missing the wheel. I stabbed the corpse of this person in front of me many times. Hoping to complete my crazed desire for everything that happens. His facial form was no longer irregular and made his soul float like a waste.

" I'm not a killer!! You believe me, don't you?! I'm not a murderer!!"

So did I say as I gripped the collar of a child whose height was on par with mine. I tore his chest with a knife.

Everyone ran away. It was like just seeing a ghost swaying and killing many people. I've made them puke until blue is far away from where I am. These tears are what make me look like a weak psychopath. With a warp, it falls between the bloods scattered on the ground. Yeah, I'm not a killer. Only I can understand that.

In fact, I still don't feel enough about what happened. It's sunny tonight. The full moon does its job well. And I stepped down the path that had deserted. Trying to sing for the mental health I have.

I saw the blood flowing slowly like a walking snail. That concentration and its fishy smell. I followed him and it came from my house. As I saw when I came home from school. Whether I am in the middle of the ghost of the past or indeed the bodies are actually in front of my eyes.

And I actually saw Tania, standing staring at the courtyard of my house that had been filled with black liquid coming out of the corpse. No. gabe. Those are Leo's friends he brought to be our allies. 1,2,3, i,... There were 12 more. All of them clumped in my yard to form a corpse mound that was like a tent. Then in the glue by using a very strong wood glue, so that anyone must tear their skin one by one.

Tania looked at me with a confused question. Maybe he's confused. Maybe also scared. He walked backwards. With eyes that want to cry out in fear. It was possible that in a matter of seconds he would run away and immediately vomit at home. And I'm the same. I will run away, and avoid the reality I see. It's like the past. It was impossible if I was reincarnated and returned to the past. But, those corpses have made me lose my mind to think clearly. Can't think of who's behind all this.

All I thought about was, how many days had it been since that time...