Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Previously on.....

“I can barely see anything!” Shafiq yelled to two of his companions as they walked along the road. They couldn’t reply as they were busy trying to walk under the heavy fire of water. Shafiq was leading, and the walks toward the jetty seemed like it took ages to complete. The road was almost similar to the ones used to climb up Genting Highlands, roads built around the hill. The destination was not that that far, but the only way down was to follow the road. 

Finally, as they stood at the cliff (as the mansion was on a hill), they could see the beach, and the jetty was surely nearby. Although far away, Shafiq knew they will reach their destination soon. Hopefully, there will be a ship passing through, or perhaps, a lookout booth equip with satellite telephones they could use. Those wishful thinking were harmless, Shafiq thought. At least there was hope of survival now that Harry was dead.  

Shafiq turned to his back to share his rejoice with his companions, but he saw no one. He was taken aback, wondering what had happened to Hua Chien and Menn. True, he was walking faster as compared to them, but surely not that fast that others were left behind.

Shafiq traced his steps, and he rely only his eyes to have a sense of his vague surroundings. The sound of droplets of water hitting against his plastic poncho and the occasional thunder made his hearing unreliable. As he walked further, he saw a figure lying on the ground, and traced red fluid from the body stream down by the rain water at his feet. He ran, knowing that it was one of his friends.

Shafiq knelt beside the fallen figure and pulled the plastic poncho that covered the face. Shafiq’s heart felt like it had stopped (urgh, I’m running out of phrases to describe the feeling of surprise =.=”) when he saw Hua Chien bleeding from the head. Closer inspection revealed that his left side of his head was hacked by something sharp. He could see brain matter on the road.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise,” Shafiq tried to comfort his friend. He wasn’t sure what to do but he took out his bandana from his pocket and tried to stop the bleeding.

“MENN!” Shafiq yelled, again and again, but there was no answer. He was afraid, his instinct tells him to run, but he could never think of leaving Hua Chien.

“Hang in there. We’ll get help soon,” Shafiq lied. He could feel his chest contract and his pounding heart.

His dying friend tried to speak, but Shafiq could not make out any of the words Hua Chien was trying to say. Finally, Hua Chien was motionless. He was no longer mumbling and breathing. He was dead. (Lol)

 Shafiq was now unsure what had just happened, or even what to do. What had caused Hua Chien’s injury was mysterious. He scanned for sharp objects that may have perhaps been blown by the strong wind.

A fragment of a zink rooftops maybe – he thought. There were cases of zink rooftops blown and hitting a person. Shafiq was afraid to admit that the murderer is still at large and that they had murdered the wrong person, but the possibility is likely now that Menn is missing as well. Shivers ran down his spine as he realized that that was the only logical explanation. He ran into the forest, knowing that the road would make him a sitting duck. He ran towards the mansion, the only safe place where his friends were. He ran and ran and ran, looking back once in a while to make sure no one is following him. Running makes a lot of noise, but in this condition, the murderer couldn’t hear him.

Shafiq continued running and when he was looking back again, he bumped into something and fell to the ground. Quickly he stood up and saw a face he recognized. He would have rejoiced but a knife was sticking out of his at the side of his abdomen. His adrenaline initially masked the pain but finally it sink in as he tried to stand up.

Shafiq pulled the knife out and dropped it onto the grass. It was a small kitchen knife, but sharp nevertheless. Shafiq backed away but the person he bumped into came closer and drive another knife into Shafiq, slitting his stomach and pushed him down. The cut was not deep enough for a quick death.

Shafiq was horrified and knew the assailant would deliver the final blow. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate and uttered holy chants that could at least sooth him of his fear. When it took too long, Shafiq opened his eyes and saw the assailant was moving away from him, walking deeper into the forest, away from the road.

It was confusing, but now was the chance to leave. He was bleeding and Shafiq held his wound with his hand. He will walk back to the mansion, even if it will take him some time. He was already feeling weak in his knees. 

Slowly, he walked up the hill, hoping that he would make it in time to tell his friends of the revelation. He knew who the murderer was. He must warn his friends. Shafiq knows that his life will end on the island, as he could feel his intestines in his hands. Blood flowed endlessly. 

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Okay, 7am da. Time for bed. :D Sorry for the late post, I wasn't in the writing mood, and didn't have any ideas. I was just making the story up as I go along. Lol. 

Chapter 9

The lounge was lit by candles as electricity never returned. It was cold, and they lit the fire place for warmth and light. The wind could be heard, violently trashing the branches and trees against the door. The winds sounded like a giant whistling every now and then, sometimes making a shrill. The drops of rain also deafened their ears.

“Where are they?” Ka Phin asked, referring to the 3 boys who went into the storm.

“Maybe they got caught up. It’s difficult to see,” Julian explained and he took a peek at the window. All the assumptions, trying to rationalize everything has made all anxious and annoyed at the same time.

The clock chimed again and a crashing sound came after it stunned all. It was Wendy, throwing one of the logs onto the huge clock.

“I can’t stand the sound of it,” Wendy explained, and returned to her place.

For a moment, Julian had taken his eyes off the tower and return to look at it after. What he discovered was the light was travelling slowly to each floor, as if someone is walking down the stairs with candle fire.

“GUYS!” Julian yelled.

“What? Are they here?” asked the rest and came next to Julian who pointed at the water tower.

Those who saw had shivers ran down their spine.

“Someone is here!” Saiful cried and started to panic.

“May...maybe its them,” Julian explained.

“It can’t be, they would have come here. Why would they go to the tower?” people started questioning.

Lightning struck and the lounge was bright for a moment, long enough for Wawa to see the dolls were nicely arranged on the reception table like it was before.  She screamed her lungs out, and triggered a hysteric cries from all. Everyone’s nightmare did not end. They scrambled to the door to run away from the mansion but another lightning struck in front of them, too near to be true. It was as if a force prevented them from leaving the mansion. All of them backed away, into the lounge but far away, they could see a staggering figure coming slowly their way.

“Its the killer!” Saiful yelled and ran behind his collegues.

“No...no...wait,” Julian said and gestured for everyone to stay calm, “He looks familiar,” Julian said and squinted his eyes. 

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Dawn came upon them hours ago, but the skies were dark and the sun was hidden behind the heavy clouds which bears rain. The storm did not subside since yesterday, and they were anxious for the delivery boy to come and bring them to civilization.

“Can he come in this weather?” Wendy asked as she walked towards Hua Chien and Steve. Both boys were staring at the outside compound while resting their shoulders at the hinge of the main door. A lightning struck followed by monstrous thunder urge the three to close the door and join the others. They were sitting in circles, hugging and whispering among each other.

“Can we leave now?” Saiful asked, irritated and impatient to leave the mansion.

“Why don’t all of us just go to the jetty?” Wendy suggested and continued her reasoning, “it’s better than just staying here.”

“In this weather?” Sam asked.

“Well yeah, or would you rather stay here?!” Wendy clearly agitated by the situation started to snarl at those around her. It was an understandable response, many were like her.

After much discussion, they decided to leave the mansion. Hua Chien volunteered to start the engine while others got their things ready without checking the remains of the fallen friends. No one had dared to even take a peek. But their plan did not took place. Hua Chien came in with a horrified face, to which many were curious of.

“What?” Nik asked.

“The tires....it was slashed. We’re stuck here,” Hua Chien reported. “Harry must have done it last night!” Hua Chien kicked the flower pot and it broke into pieces. Everyone was dead silenced.

“Why don’t some of us walk to the jetty, for help? We promise you, we will bring help. Harry is dead. You guys are safe, so just sit tight,” Shafiq suggested and asked for volunteers to follow him through the storm. Hopefully a ship may come and call for help. It probably isn’t the best idea in the world, but they were desperate.

Shafiq, Hua Chien and Menn got ready to move through the storm. There were only 3 poncos available.

“If you guys can’t find anything, please come back before night fall. Walking distance could take hours and you don’t want to get stuck in the dark. We can’t afford to lose more,” Ka Phin said and the three men nodded in agreement.

Off they went into the rain and most that remained in the house watched till they disappeared from sight. Sighing, and praying, the group sat in circle whilst Susan tied and seated against the reception table. The clock chimed every now and then but when the sun seemed to retire, they were worried. Their friends did not return.

“Where are they?” Saiful asked.

“Maybe they're are lost or something,” Sam responded.

The simplified Story of my life

Once upon a time, there was a baby girl.

They named her Siti Nadiah for some reason =.=". My parents fancied the name Nadia, taken from Nadia Comaneci, a famous Gymnast i suppose. *googles* Yeah, quite famous. =.=" 

See, her parents expected her to be as graceful as this famous Gymnast...Lol...

But expectations doesnt necessarily come true eh?

Ada la potensi juak maok jadi ayu but......as time goes by...

Very the...

  (My first Violin performance)

 (First time wearing the Iban Traditioal Attire:::::Horror na muka aku)

 (Taekwando Sparing. I'm Red, i can't remember who the other girl is)

 (Singing Perfomance with....uh...Dewi, and Mariana? I'm not sure. I'm  the shortie one)

 (First performance in the drama/sketch: I'm in dark blue, seated in the middle, playing as Sultan.)

This sparked my interest in theater/drama/sketches

Another blurry photo 

( The four musketeers....Me, Amy, Lea and Farid )

(Primary 6)

(Nampak masa depan)

Sigh, so lazy to elaborate. Don't even know why i'm posting this anyways.....Just bored i guess. Nasibla...urgh... 

sleep

when u dun sleep the whole night, previous events can be confusing. like now, i cant remember what i did today, i mean yesterday. lol.

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Illustration: Discovery in the left wing

Chapter 7

A sudden chime rattled the group and again panic ensues. The clock told them, it was 11pm, a long time to wait for sunrise.

“Everyone calm down!” Shafiq yelled at the top of his lungs. Everyone fell silent and the only thing they could hear was the rain and Aine’s sobbing.

“We have to stay together. Tonight, we will stay here in the lounge. No one goes anywhere and if you do, you go in groups of five. Do you understand?” Shafiq asked the terrified crowd and saw nods directed to him as a sign of acknowledgement. He moved to the reception table with Zainal and Nik. They glance at the dolls and counted that there were 26 of them, including the four damaged ones.

“There’s only 26 dolls right? So we’re not the target,” Susan said from behind. The whole exchange could be heard by the group and many formed speculations.

“That means that the target is us. Come on, this is premeditated. Someone planned to kill us cohort four. It could be you!” Ah Sze accused Susan. “That’s right. 26 dolls and you guys should not be in the list. You were down here, all alone when Nad and Sze Ern was killed. You have no alibi,” Zainal said and was interrupted by Harry.

“Now wait just a minute!”

“No! You have the time, you knew we were coming! There is no way a psycho would prepare 26 dolls...not if he knew” Olivia fought back.

By now, a majority of cohort 4 had their suspicions onto their hosts, the petite young lady and the giant.

“Look at him! He can easily take down two girls! Tie them up!” Nik yelled and all the boys rounded the two up. The girls and Saiful huddled, and moved away.

“Harry!” Susan cried and hid behind Harry who in turn took out a pocketknife to fend himself. The knife sparked intense fear and insanity.

“He’s going to kill us!!”Ah Sze yelled and some of the boys took onto them weapons, wood and iron tools from the fire place in the lounge, folded chairs, and anything they could find.

“No! No! He’s innocent! He was with me! NO!” Susan pleaded but even a huge man such as Harry could not fight against many men. He swung his pocket knife but barely caused any real damage to the frenzied crowd. Finally, unbeknownst by whom among the crowd, Harry was struck on the head by a folded chair. He fell to the floor and bled through his ears. Although he was down, they kept hitting him till he moved no more. One of the boys kicked the pocketknife and kept it away.

“Harry!” Susan yelled but she was then tied by Nik and Sam, and placed her against the reception table where he stood before.

“Are we safe now?” Wawa asked. Aine’s cries were getting louder and louder. Many of the girls closed their eyes for the scene they had just gone through was terrifying. However horrifying it was, they sense now that they are free and safe.

The boys were shaking and shivering. It was not because of the cold, but because perhaps they had taken a life. They reasoned that they had to do it. It was either Harry or them, to kill or be killed.

When they had calmed themselves, the boys dragged the body into the freezer to make sure he is locked, even though they were sure he is dead. 

At the freezer, Visha’s body lay frozen and so was Edmond’s. A stab wound was noticed at Edmond’s neck and Menn compared the pocketknife from Harry to the wound.

“It’s him. Look at the size of the blade and the wound. It matches,” Menn pointed out. Shafiq nodded in agreement, and the boys felt relief and assured that they had the real killer. Remorse was slowly diminishing amongst themselves as their actions are now justified for sure.

The clock struck twelve and chimed the happiest tune. Everyone waited for sunrise and thought of home. There are 5 bodies and a murder accomplice they have to explain to the police once the delivery boy comes and bring the police in. All will be well. Thoughts of their dead friends soon filled their heads and finally, they grief. The entire night in the mansion was filled with sobbing, sniffs, and cries – including Susan’s.  

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Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with real people (merely borrowing Cohort 4 as my characters) or events. It just came out of my sick mind. Lol.