THRONE Series 1 "HOPE" Fall To Jail
03 - Hallucinations
That night, the city of QOINZE precisely in the complete shopping area of Clodrizz in a horrendous tragedy in the midst of the crowd, something unexpected.
People were running away from the scene, shouting, bumping into others without guilt, for the sake of saving themselves, a rather troublesome mess occurred.
The laughter from the man in black clothes was loud, as if he was satisfied to see the chaos he had just made. Blood was drenched on his dark sleeve, the look on the victim's face in pain was funny to him even though he had not seen who had been hit by his knife. Feeling unsatisfied he twirled the knife in the vital part of the victim, the sound of torn meat sounded grievous in the ears, he seemed to want his victim to feel death with a sense of art, the unforgettable pain. Is that Luvia or Aires? Still a question mark.
After a while the terrible thing happened, the atmosphere began to be quiet, silent, time as if it was stopping walking.
. . . . . (You Will Be The Jackpot)
"Aires, let's go home"
Luvia's relaxed voice broke the man's silence.
"Not angry anymore?"
Tanya Aires who welcomed Luvia's nod.
The man saw that both Aires and Luvia were fine, he felt disbelief, was this a dream? Then who was on the prick? His eyes did not believe the reality.
Where's the mess?
The screams?
A cry?
WHEREABOUTS?
He is far from the word until or the distance is fairly not close to them, and people around the events of normal activity, nothing happens.
But why did he feel as if he had already stabbed one of them?
And why does he feel like people are freaking out here and there, screaming like crazy?
Is that just his imagination?
Degs...
Degs.... Degs.... Deg
Degs.... Degs...
DEG DEG DEG....
His heart was racing, there was anger stirring in him.
The man saw Luvia holding Aires' hand calmly, went away from her, then glanced at her, saying something.
("Sayonara ... Jackpots")
The man fell to the ground, as if his knees were unable to hold his own weight after understanding what Luvia was saying.
The boiling rage just now...
Disappeared..
He sat down on his knees and his face looked terrified, the knife in his grip was so easy, passers-by could see it. Then shortly 3 police officers came by suddenly immediately arrested him, handcuffed his hands and took the man without a fight.
The man felt his head dizzy, he didn't think of people's gaze towards him, he fell into his own thoughts. His face was pale, his pupils dimmed, he seemed to see an event far more terrible than prison, unimaginable.
What the hell is going on?
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At 12:00
Thursday 18 january 2018
The scorching sun was defeated by the cold weather of QOINZE, the snow has not yet fallen, but there are signs it will fall. Campus, already filled by students who want to get knowledge at this elite university, as an elite of its residents.
Lecturers enter the room for Art majors, a face that is not too old, but can be called old with slightly white hair, eyes as deep as the ocean, yap his lecturer is foreign.
The benches are filled, students are ready to receive material, no need for a long time to start a lesson.
In the back corner of the bench, two students were engrossed in their own world. It may be natural for them, this hour is usually a nap. 1 hour passed with this boring but useful material walking, the two people were still in his world, the lecturer saw them, and the teacher saw them, because no one woke up after a long silence, he finally approached the two of them.
"Where is the dream, gentlemen?"
Tegur the lecturer while patting the shoulders of the two.
Suddenly they were aghast from the bench, and immediately met with a lecturer who could be said to be terrible, their guts both faded like mud on a broom.
"It's in paris sir!"
Sahut one of the other students and invite laughter, breaking the tension of the two of them who were exposed to the attack of the killer lecturer.
"Oh so it's drooling huh?"
Laughter also echoed to hear the joke of the lecturer, but not for them.
One of the two of them rubbed his mouth on standby for something embarrassing.
"Annu .. Sorry sir, I won't repeat"
Open one of them, Haris.
"L-yes, we didn't know you were in"
Call his friend, Erlo.
"Nobody woke up?"
Clarify the lecturer.
They were hesitant to nod, let alone see the horror stares of his inner friend. They are like facing two fires, confused as to which one to choose, but if you were in their position, what would you choose?.
"Just answer!!"
The teacher cried a little hard.
"Erlo answer"
Haris whispered softly.
"You're Haris"
Throw it.
"Wouldn't answer?"
Ask the lecturer with a firm tone.
"L-yes sir, no one woke up"
Harris replied a little stuttering.
The sound of angry breaths rang out in succession in both of their ears. I don't know, why?. They don't want to say yes, and it's impossible to say no. Result ...
"You!!!! .... There will be an additional double duty!!!"
"Badzh"
Say them simultaneously.
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Relax ...
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An extreme video was being watched by two people who were making trouble on campus this afternoon, Erlo-Haris.
They were both engrossed with gaping mouths in amazement at what was being watched, and unceasingly exclaimed Wow.
"Yes, yeah, Erlo's cool, right?"
Ask behind the room.
"Battle"
"Crazy, when can we be like that"
"Wait a minute"
"When bro"
"Doomsday"
"Well, just ngaco"
Still engrossed in it, they were completely relaxed in responding to the problems that hit.
"Haris, how come I'm lazy to see a movie today?"
Erlo.
Harris ignored.
"Yes, the denger is not!!"
Exclaims.
"Yes, yes, later practice, 3 more months also audition"
"It's true, but ..."
"But what?"
Their eyes focused on the spectacle.
"Eff..." Erlo hesitated to answer.
"Old ck" Decak Haris starts to get upset.
"My girlfriend, I don't like comedy movies, I want to do comedy movies"
Sense.
"You picked your girlfriend?"
Ask back.
"Yes"
"Oh my God, please, does he want you to play what movie?"
"horror"
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Hotelis.
Still in the same place, he's a young man with a jack the ripper mask staring at a laptop screen that shows disgusting things, about blood and the like. Now he wears a moss-green suit and does not miss the black robe and hat, as people describe the figure of the sadistic killer, he is the ruler? I don't know. He often chuckles at the videos he sees, Strange.
"How will this be amusing"
Chuckles heavily.
"You should have ripped his chest out first, and then took out his damaged lungs"
Increasingly chuckles.
Jarden is at the police station, she with her cool fashioned pompous walk into a room, room of interrogation. Jarden looked at the person he was about to interrogate kindly, he saw the face of the perpetrator who was bruised by another police hit.
"Saddening, psychologically bad, you shitless cop, I have to be the protagonist to change this mood"
His inner.
Jarden sat quietly opposite the perpetrator, he crossed his hands across his chest, then sighed heavily as if this was a big deal.
"Hallo mr black"
Sweepings.
The perpetrator did not budge.
The perpetrator had a lethargic face and black circles under his eyes as if he was sleep deprived, he was not as terrible as most criminals. His body is undernourished or an alcoholic, there is a little beard on his chin, his eyes are pitch black with black lips. But there's a little awkwardness on that guy's face, a wound?.
"What are you doing on a crowded street like that, Mr. Black?"
Still no answer.
Jarden casually responded, she positioned her seat comfortably.
"Ok, your face why mr black?"
Still quiet.
Jarden sighed, calming down as much as possible.
"When I was a kid, I went to the police station to witness a theft. At first I was scared, but maybe because I was too small the stupid\-cop cop bribed me with candy, he wanted to talk. I still don't testify because I'm afraid of the criminal, thinking he's not in jail. You know the mind of a child\-child back then? then a grandfather\-grandfather approached me, he touched my shoulder and said "son, tell the police what happened, afraid that nothing will change, justice does not hurt his followers" I spoke up afterwards, saying, and I don't fear anything, because justice doesn't hurt me, I believe it"
Jarden took another breath and continued his\-word...
"So Mr Black, would you be a follower of justice? I'm not gonna play violent even if you don't want to answer"
"Justice huh? This is a lunatic? "
The man's inner self after hearing Jarden's words of wisdom.
"Sup... My job is over... What's wrong with me opening my mouth? I want to know the mask of this confident young man"
Inner again.
This time his efforts were not in vain, the perpetrator began to look into Jarden's eyes even though he did not want to open his mouth.
"Heah... His eyes are dirty... Whatever... Maybe I can see his real smile today"
Thought the criminal after looking Jarden in the eye.
"You've got to talk, just say it"
The answer is a warm smile.
The perpetrator still did not want to talk, but he began to feel comfortable with the treatment of Jarden, who did not immediately snap at him, maybe, well he had other intentions.
With a little patience, finally the perpetrator began to try to move his lips that had been closed tightly.
"I, I told you to"
Nothey.
"To be told, by whom?"
"Boss"
"You're a mafia?"
"Not"
"Then?"
"Payman"
Jarden grinned hearing that he looked at the villain in front of him with a look....
Hatreds.
The criminal man saw Jarden's grin clearly...
"This guy... Really\-totally Crazy"
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Stupid, it looks like this will be fun, should the game start now? .. Ah too soon apparently.
Jard.
