THRONE Series 1 "HOPE" Fall To Jail

08 - BITTER DREAMS WILL BE WOUNDS

The day after the murder.

Storerooms.

At 5:00

The room was still low in light, seen someone in a black suit from behind whipping someone, where Gerald had been hit and threatened.

He continued to do the torture until he saw his shoulders go up and down, tired. Who was the victim has not been seen. The sound of the whip hitting the body of the victim was very unworn, and at first glance there was blood spurting along with the kite of the rope, how could he do it? After feeling satisfied, with a breath of breath he threw the whip beside the victim and came out of the warehouse without a word only the sound of angry moans.

The person he whipped was still sitting on the floor grimacing in pain, his clothes drifting somewhere, his head lowered, he was Gerald. The color of his skin was pale and his white shoes reddened, indicating that he was tormented like the beast Gerlad. His hands were covered in blood, he held the lash against his face, as he raised his head and stared blankly ahead, his face turning blue and his lips breaking again. Why was he tortured? what harm? with a gasp of breath Gerald endured the pain all over his body. From head to toe there was nothing to escape the terrible whip attack, until the white whip color turned deep red and smelled fishy.

"Yeah!!! My leg"

Stimulants.

He tried to stand up after bracing himself, but fell back down, again he tried to stand forcing his body which had reached the limit, and finally fell down again. He lost consciousness for a moment after being able to stand up and walk a few steps.

"Dark, who will help me?"

Bruk!!

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Haris House

At 07:30

This green painted room looked charming, she opened her big window curtain inviting the morning sun to greet, showing a warm smile to the morning dew, as warm as the refreshing morning sun, and, but outside the wind billowed like smoke, cold.

He clenched both of his arms wanting a bit of warmth.

"Well, the city's been really cold"

He walked away from the window to his study table, there was a book he was using in his private room, he sat down, looked at the book and began to open the paper containing his own writing.

"Hemh, yesterday was really cool, can be directly interrogated the same original detective"

Mumbled admiration.

"But why is there such a weird person in the hotel?"

Suddenly astonished.

"Erlo says he knows her, but also plays secrets, like a child"

"Erlo can be very curious, he hides an important thing from the police, this can be dangerous"

After speaking it was less clear to think about what happened yesterday. He looked back at the paper.

"Lord Diamond, it seems like my journey is still long to uncover you"

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Schoolgirl

At 7:54

"Aires is a long time"

Luvia grumbled from earlier waiting for him in front of the gate, his breath smoky cold. But even the nose of his friend was invisible.

"Where is that guy?, ah cold"

His complaint.

He walked closer to the side of the gate slowly and looking closely, the other students looked at him in wonder he did not care and instead focused on approaching where the usually strange guy was hanging out.

"Luvia!"

Shocked Aires to make him aghast stroking the chest.

"Surprisingly, what the hell, why so long?"

"Oh, my book is staying"

Chuckles.

"So you come back again but take a leisurely walk, you son"

Screaming.

Smiling, Luvia refocused her gaze beside the unclear gate.

"Oy, oy Aires, do you promise?"

"Yes"

"Ok, don't let go of my hand if there's anything weird"

"Yes"

Luvia grabbed Aires' hand and held it tightly, Aires resignedly made an outlet for his friend's fear.

They walked closer to the side of the gate and Luvia looked slowly, Aires only looking behind Luvia.

"Yes, Aires!"

"What"

Sahut Aires, this time he began to be curious as well, he was consumed by rumors of a school that called the strange man crazy.

Her heartbeat was so quick as Luvia, her eyes opened perfectly, Aires followed her to the direction where the boy was, and..

"empty"

Aires turned his back before he saw what Luvia saw, he knew there was nothing, empty as his friend said. He sighed furiously.

"****"

Hitting Luvia's head was quite hard.

"A.. Sick tau"

Rintih Luvia's.

Aires ignored him, he walked first into the gate, while Luvia stroked her aching head. "Basic, kidding dikit doang angrily" he grumbled.

He looked back at the side of the gate and walked in the narrow enough sidelines, enough sidelines for 2 adults.

"You in pain?"

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Building.

Inside the room with the feel of this kingdom sat a young boy in a handsome and dashing manner. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, his nose was pointed, his eyebrows were thick, his hair was sea blue. He looked away at the large glass that displays the dense view of the city of QOINZE will be beautiful buildings. He was resting his chin as if he was bored in that big room. Sometimes he looked at his watch, and before long his phone rang.

"Yes, it's me Daniel"

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"Just give it up"

...

"Hour?"

...

"All right"

The conversation was interrupted, he handsome young man called his name, Daniel. Who talked to him on the phone? He smiled warmly after talking to the person over there, his body rising up from the king's chair and his long legs stepping on the luxurious carpet, the door made of classy black steel in front of him opened automatically as his foot stepped on the floor 1 meter away from the door. The room is very luxurious and sophisticated for modern times with the architecture of the ancient Greek royal style, making anyone who saw it stunned.

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The little boy who ran like a madman in the park finally got home, his house was very luxurious for just a shabby child like him, he said, children who climb like simple children are like children of people with a moderate economy. With heavy strides he entered the front door and was greeted by handsome servants.

"Master why your feet?"

The little boy did not answer, his face lowered, not daring to look into the eyes of the servant who looked like he was a teenager.

"Master, here let me treat"

The boy shook his head.

"Why sir? The wound gets worse"

Tacit.

Then someone came up to him because he heard a small commotion in the front room, he was a grown man in a luxurious black suit.

"What's Ziri?"

Asked the servant who was still persuading his little master, he turned to look at the man respectfully.

"Mr Gerald is wounded, but he doesn't want me to treat him, Your Majesty"

Answer the waiter.

The man looked at Gerald gently, although his own face was not yet clearly visible, as if this was Gerald's memory.

"Darling, let Ziri treat your wounds understand. Not sick anyway, later if allowed even more sick loh"

The little boy nodded his head after hearing the man's persuasion, who is he? With that faint face there are many possibilities, is he Gerald's father?

But, this little boy named Gerald followed the big steps of Ziri the young maid who wanted to treat his injuries left the man. Gerald obeyed the man earlier. Little Gerald's face seemed restless he occasionally looked behind the head of ziri who walked in front of him, he was taken to the kitchen then ..

"I don't want you to get hurt, so how about you don't feel sick anymore I have to stick this in your head, Mr. Gerald"

Holding a long big knife, playing it in front of a 7-year-old child.

Little Gerald shook his head in fear, is that why he continues to resist the young servant's persuasion? He knew of his extremely strange and terrifying nature? Because of that he sighed heavily when he wanted to enter the house, which little child would be served by a waiter as weird as he who might be a psychopath, maybe.

Ziri put the knife back to its origin.

"Ok, so my lord, you must be careful not to get hurt, if you get hurt again later I can be killed loh"

"Why?" Little Gerald asked innocently.

"Your father is very sensitive, even if you are this ... Well that's it but if the kid comes to this house do you know what's going to happen" said the waiter.  (Obviously it was Gerald's father)

"What's? Who?" Little Gerald Wonder.

"I will be free to take revenge, you don't need to know now later it will not be exciting" explained the waiter again, but more towards playing little Gerald.

"I don't understand" Little Gerald's response was honest.

"Of course, you'll understand what I mean, sir" he said.

He walked up to pick up the p3k box in the closet, little Gerald looked at him silently, then the maid approached him immediately and squatted down in front of little Gerald treating the wound in his lutunya slowly. She was smelling sweetly at the blood that was soiling her master's little leg.

"Aaaahatt" said Gerald.

Suddenly he grinned happily at the sight.

"If he comes, you'll feel more pain than this sir"

Gerald was puzzled, he did not hear the words that came out of his mouth, he was currently enduring the pain of the wound on his knee.

"You talk too complicated" complained Little Gerald.

"really? how about this, you'll get hurt more than this" he explained.

"Wounds more than this?" Little Gerald was getting more astonished.

"Do you want to know why this happened?" Ask the waiter.

Little Gerald Nodded.

"Let's just say you're a passing substance" replied Ziri, the young maid seriously saying complicated things in front of the little boy.

"Huh?"

Gerald also did not understand any of the servant's words, he just listened and did not digest them into the brain. Silent for a moment, they focused on the bandage and the waiter looked behind Gerald.

"Master?"

Calling him suddenly, Gerald was a little surprised and looked Ziri seriously in the eye.

"Yes, what's up" Gerald's response was small.

"What's that?" Asked Ziri whose eyes were focused on the back of the little Gerald.

Little Gerald was puzzled to see Ziri's face turning sour, as if he saw something very terrible.

"What?"

Trying to be sure, little Gerald suppressed his tone intonation.

"Behind you"

Little Gerald looked back at what Ziri meant, he hoped this was just a joke. But when she saw what she was forcing, little Gerald fell unconscious in Ziri's arms, and everything darkened. What's he looking at? Or what happened??? Might as well.

***

Childhood and the past can affect what will happen in the future, a person tends to develop with the traits that exist in his past. With that we can know the good of him and we can also know the reason why he did things that can not be understood normal human conscience.

Gerald apparently fell asleep next to the wall of the school gate, a place that often became his destination. He had a bad dream and looked troubled waking up. But... A high school student named Luvia approaches her.

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I'm glad to see him suffer, tell me now are you happy? Of course not, who is happy when their loved ones die. He's the best, you're the best, I really like the way you express your frustration, you're so sadistic and mean, man.

Daniel.