Friday, April 13, 2012

Chapter 22

The door opened with a rusty creak. Julian peeked in to see a dimly lit room with drapes of plastics hung from the ceiling and with endless darkness. Both of the boys entered and the door, a heavy metal door banged close. Steve saw a figure of a man behind the drapes. He whispered of Nik’s name, slowly and cautiously. There was no response but a flick of a hand. They moved closer, and closer, pushing away the drapes for a better view. There stood Zainal, his eyes closed and his hands brought up. He was waving. Zainal was a mere puppet.
The sight of the lifeless body stunned the two boys. Their legs froze and their eyes fixed upon Zainal’s body. They saw strings, and wires fixed onto their friend’s joint, leading up to the dark unseen ceiling.
The room began to appear brighter and then did they realize that their fallen friends were seated on a chair with their joints too attached like a puppet. They head hung down, and they backs arched forward. Their arms fell to the side of the chair. The only thing that held them up were the wires.
They stood up, and moved in sync. They were doing robot dance (hahahah!!). Julian saw the wires moving by the ceiling, and there were no wires moving outwards…meaning, to Julian’s dismay and horror, one of the “dead” is controlling all.
The puppets stood and waved, and the dolls that were from before laid next to them. All of their friends were dead, and they had confirmed their death.
“Julian, I see no wires connecting outwards. Where is the fucking puppet master?” Steve asked. The moving bruised corpses were a mocking gesture.
“Let us leave,” Julian urged and tried to open the door. But the door refused to open.
Footsteps briefly took their attention and in the middle of the room stood Nik. His hands open, and his legs firmly on the ground.
“Nik!” Julian cried, relief to see his friend alive despite the horrors they had been through. Steve however saw the smile on Nik’s face.
“Welcome….to my crib,” Nik said, amusingly and laughed his heart out. “Fear me for I am Deimos!”. With those utterances his eyes glowed red and his fangs appeared.
Julian and Steve pushed themselves against the wall, unable to believe what they just saw. But another surprise they did not expect. One of the “puppet’s” head looked up and smiled. A face they did not believe was able to come back from the dead. Everything made sense now. Everything that happened now had an explanation. The murders that were done were now seemed possible.
***
The girls reached the jetty’s guard house. Rain came heavily again, with winds that could uproot trees. They took cover from the rain and from a distance; they saw a human figure, staggering towards them. The iron rods from the mansion were still in their hands and with it they stood guard. The face drew close and unbelievably, with rejoice Ka Phin saw the face of Nad whom they had thought were killed in the mansion room.
“Nad! How?’ Ka Phin said and ran towards Nad to give her friend a hug.
Aine saw and sighed of relief. But something was amiss. If that is Nad, then, who is the dismembered body in the room? Ka Phin took a few steps backwards and turned towards Aine, who then saw a knife stabbed into Ka Phin’s womb. Blood was inevitably flowing and Ka Phin fell to the ground.
Aine let out a scream and a pair of hands held her head from behind. With a snap, Aine lay motionless.



PS: Sorry i haven't updated the story for a long time. Hehe.  This was done in a rush, hopefully it is satisfactory. Huhu....lamak sik tulis, macam sik betul plot da...

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