Laboratory - Red

The Chapter 46 Steyfano Marcues

I walked through a narrow alley in the area where I lived. Slender. Sure do. This area has long been abandoned. Because what? Nothing else because of the deadly plant problem. Everyone is scared. Because too many people died at that time. Me? I chose to stay.

I also realized one thing. I know why I didn't die at the time. I also went into the house and passed through many of the deadly plants. I'm recalling. When I was in the doorway. Still gaped with dead bodies and blood flowing on the floor of my house. The plant moved itself towards me and wrapped around my legs. I still remember very well. They were absorbing sweat and blood from my little legs back then. Like a leech. They're so fierce. But I'm not dead. I also sometimes feel confused. What am I made of? How many bullets have come into my heart? How many bullets did get into my brain? It's all still there.

I stopped in front of the gate of my magnificent home. At that time the sun stung the earth. I just got home from my school with lots of food for Eliz and Karel. But what do I see? The crowds of people filled my yard. What did I hear? They were shouting with Marcues.

"Your science is dangerous!"

"Your knowledge has killed millions of people!"

"Coward! Get out of here right now!"

"Marcues mad scientist!"

Such was a piece of their cry that the saliva was spurting everywhere. Hid. Why just now?

I stepped closer from the gate and walked inside. No one is aware of my existence. No one realized I was coming in. Just suddenly.

Pppprraangg!

What a joy to my magnificent home. The stone was thrown and pierced through the luxurious glass. Crushed to pieces. The pieces of glass fell to the ground. No. gabe. Eliza. Carrels. What about them? I entered the crowd. Passing through the waves of humans who were unceasingly shouting. Only after I interrupted them violently. They also fell silent. Staring at me who kept walking leisurely past them. Walking on and on until finally the straight path to the doorway was opened specifically for me. Now everyone is aware. I took the keys out of my pocket. I turned the key that was attached to the door slowly. I opened it and I found the two boys. No. gabe. Eliza. He covered one of his eyes with his blood-filled hand. And I looked at that autistic boy who was rampaging uncontrollably.

I'm approaching Eliza. I grabbed her hand and I saw that sweet eye hurt by the glass that stuck there. That must be a pain, Eliz. I can't take it all for granted. I put some of the food on the table. I let Karel go on a rampage uncontrollably. I walked into the kitchen. I'll take my butcher knife.

I'm standing in the doorway. Everyone is still silent. Looking at me is like looking at a grim reaper ready to take their lives. With the knife in my hand, they did not dare to speak or even twitch at all. When it was again crowded, surprised by the sound of someone's cellphone ringing. Just when an adult man picked up his phone. I threw the butcher knife and fresh blood flowed from his body. Everyone is shaking. Staring at that blood that was flowing nonstop. Some even fainted, and some vomited until blue.

"After the deadly plant, I'm the dangerous one here. You even know who I am, don't you?"

No one answered.

"Why silence? Afraid that I might suddenly approach as an angel of death?" I said.

I'm stepping forward. Slowly. And those people are backing down. They dare not be close to me.

"Maybe it's very rude of me to those who don't know anything and just go along screaming not to introduce themselves. It was I, the mistress son of Marcues, who was not recognized by him. Maybe it's because I was a little girl invisible what my real strength was. He thought that I was his failed guinea pig. On his real, no. I survived the deadly plant, even though it sucked my blood like a leech. But I'm not dead." Everyone listened well.

"After the plant of death, one thing you don't know. Marcues is still alive. And I killed him. At first he wanted to kill me because I interrupted his experimental project to conquer the world of that time. He shot a bullet into my heart. But I'm not dead." I tore off the uniform I was wearing. Then I saw my body full of wounds. I pointed it at the heart. There's a gunshot scar there. Everyone is now open. They started whispering. I could not believe it, so I added.

"After all that was done, I met a boy who was the only son of a politician. He lied to me one thing. Because of that woman, I dared to kill the son of a politician like him. So the police came to my house. I got shot in the head. Time and time again and I'm still not dead. I'm healthy until now. Again in the heart, but still it has no effect. My eyes are the same. Got hit by a bullet, but I can still see. Do you still not believe?" I said continue. Now they are really surprised not to play. Everyone is whispering. It sounds like a bee just got flower nectar.

"Shut up!" I screamed again. Now everyone is staring at me.

"Be quiet! Or I'll kill you right now!" Now the mood is silent. Only a breath of fresh wind enveloped at that time.

I walked into the house. They also ran away scared. Scattered to leave my spacious yard. Butno. I shot a few bullets from the window in the house. One two and three of them were lying on the ground. They were hysterical. I'll fire my bullets again. Four, five, and six bullets I've fired. And they all die. Seven, eight, and nine. Only a few people are still trying to rise from the fall. In fact, he did not stand up. Ten. Bullets exploded in his head. Done it.

I looked towards Eliza. He still survives with the blood that continues to flow. I carried her. Running through the bodies to the nearest hospital. I even forgot about Karel. Until I was in the hospital, I hysterically called the nurse to treat her injuries. Quickly I ran home again. I pushed Karel's wheelchair as fast as I could to the hospital. The boy did not stop crying and hit his own head. I don't give a shit. I got to the hospital. I was sitting on a bench in front of the room. I lifted Karel out of his wheelchair. Carrying it. And calm her down. Until he calms back. I'm holding her. Waiting for that operation.

Just pulling out some pieces of glass that stuck in his eyes. We returned to a house full of dead bodies. The real slum I want to move out of there. But, no. Bad memories are better than moving. My dream is always here. With black and white photos on the wall.

"Rest. Sorry I'm late for coming home. And make you hurt." I can't hide my worries.

Eliza just shook her head.

"Where's Karel? Is he asleep? Has he eaten?"

"Yes. Karel was sleeping in his room. She ate with me while waiting for you at the hospital."

"He's all right? He wasn't hurt, was he?"

"Forget, Eliz. Sometimes you have to pay attention to yourself. Sleep well." I just let out my high tone.

At 5:50 I arrived at the school gate. Looked at the security guard. I guessed it. He will definitely close the gate early because it is Wednesday. There's a fucking ceremony. Luckily I prepared breakfast for Eliza and Karel. Fortunately, I was able to open my eyes early. I walked through the gate.

"You're looking for Miss Disa in her room, Steyf."

I just looked at him. Why did the teacher call me? Hid. I didn't answer anything. Yesterday's events got me thinking a lot. I just walked into that big school building and didn't care what the security guard said.

I went into class. I was lazy to attend the ceremony. I put my head on the table. Suddenly I fell asleep. When I woke up, the bell rang. At 6.40. Huh huh? Is the ceremony over? Did I really not attend the mandatory ceremony? All the children were sitting in their seats. Immediately take some of their books and stationery out of the bag. Ready for that morning lesson. I stretched my muscles for a moment. Suddenly a teacher came. No wonder. Yep. English teachers came to our classes. Because it's an English schedule.

"Steyf. You asked Miss Disa to come to her room." He said while looking at me.

Gosh darn. What the hell? That teacher makes life much more complicated.

"Hurry, Steyf. He's been waiting for you this morning." The teacher in front of me was getting bigger.

I immediately got up from my seat and walked out of the stuffy room. Soon I walked into a room where the goddamn teacher was. Earlier, I saw a short-haired girl come out of the room. But it seems he did not see me.

I went in there. Without knocking, I broke down the door with a lingering sense of annoyance. I saw that goddamn teacher. Together with... Yep. The male student whom I had beaten a few days ago and fell to the classroom floor.

"Can you knock on the door first?" The teacher stared intently at me.

I knocked on the door I opened.

"Sit. There's something I want to talk to you about."

Then I sit down too. I stared fixedly at the snot boy in front of me. The reason why I'm here is none other than this bastard boy. Men but so cowardly.

"Steyf. Is it true that you beat Amar to a nosebleed?"

"Then?"

"Java!" The teacher lost his patience. I'm speechless.

"How many times, Steyf? You're a senior. Your duty is to set an example for your juniors. Now tell me what's your reason for making it that way?"

I looked at the boy. He's following me.

"Heh... Quickly tell him. Why did I have to hit you back then? Say it!" I even told him now.

"Steyf! I'm asking you. Answer it honestly! Not even complaining about the situation."

"There are victims here. You should have asked the victim yourself. Ask him to be honest and forthright. That's where human stupidity lies. Ask the suspect. When suspects lie they will believe. And consider the victim guilty."

Silent. Yep. The room was quiet. There was no conversation after I said it. Looks like it's pretty damn stabbing for that goddamn teacher.

"Really, right?" I looked back at the boy.

"Who's your name? Amar, right? What an ugly name." My speech.

He immediately got up and glared sharply at me.

"Damn it!" His word.

"That's enough, Steyf! I don't wanna know. Tomorrow, you should come to school and bring your parents." The teacher never ran out of his high voice.

"OKAY. Problem solved, right? I have to go back to class. Kasian Bu Retna, he teaches with sweat pouring but no one pays attention." I said just stand up and come out.

Old folks? I guessed it. By the name of Marcues. No one knows about his mistress' family.