CHAPTER 18 : The Demon In Him

Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table.  Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it.

 On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful.  The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper.  A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there.

 "Anger filled the young man.  There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart.  He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal.

 Sick!  The stocky man was flung backwards.  He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor.  Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor.  He knew it was his.

 "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?"  said the young man.

 Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack.  It doesn't matter if what they bully is a young man with his hands cuffed behind his back."

 For a moment, this man stopped moving his fingers.  He reached for the cup of coffee on the table and took a sip slowly, while a pair of beautiful eyes behind the round lens studied his handiwork on the ink-stained paper.

 His smile is always meaningful, his gaze is always like a dream.  Who else is he if not our favorite writer?  Fatamorgana.

 Ding dong ding....

 The sound of twelve o'clock in the evening echoed through the room for a moment.  Fatamorgana placed his cup carefully back on the table.

 "I wish I was paid for this fun overtime."  He muttered.  Expressing thoughts that make him ticklish.

 When the clock sound finally stopped, a lingering silence accompanied this man.  In gloomy room, the only thing that lit up was the table he was facing.  Not wanting to stay in silence for a long time, Fatamorgana was ready to make his ten fingers dance one more time.

"He remembered a sentence when he saw three men approaching him.  The sentence said:

'The most important thing to win in battle, is not to let the enemy call for help.'

 Lucky teenager, his memory came at the right time.  As soon as he saw one of the three uniformed men take a communication device out of his pocket, he went crazy.

 "Son of Devil!"

 One of them grabbed his collar.  But he quickly pulled himself up and swung his right leg and hit the man's neck with a bang.  A loud sound was heard, one second after the second man fell.

 "Quickly call for help!  This kid is crazy!!"  One of them fell first, instructing his comrade while escaping to a corner of the room to save himself.

 "I know! but this thing is really hard to turn on!!"  Said another man who was standing in place while busy fiddling with the object in his hand.

 This young man did not know what the man was holding.  His vision was too blurry to be sure.  But one thing was for sure, he knew that it needed to be removed.

 Unfortunately, it can't be that easy.  Because those who were standing were still two people, while he was already at the limit of consciousness.

 "You die!  Brat!"

 An angry scream was heard by him.  At the same time, another loud sound was heard.  He could feel the pain in the pit of his stomach that for a moment took his ability to catch his breath.  The young man fell again, and even spasmed this time.

Not quite there, a few stamps came a second later.  He would probably lose consciousness soon enough, and it was certain that he would be in prison when he woke up.

 'You know humanity's greatest weakness in close combat?'

 He heard the voice again.  At the same time, he was also able to see a face smiling at him.  While pointing to one of the blind eyes, the figure spoke.

 'Their eyes.'

 That is enough, now this young man knows what he needs to do."

 The clock ticked to the rhythm of the increasingly excited typing.  The smile etched on his handsome face confirmed how excited this man was with what he was writing.

 "Should I call you a masterpiece, my main character?"  Fatamorgana asks him who is not here.

***

 It was a hot midday, in front of the police station there was a large parking lot.  But instead of parking there, a taxi car prefers to stop right in front of the main door.

 "Hurry Dev!  Hurry!"

 A young man got out of the taxi.  His feet stomped impatiently, while another young man was paying the taxi driver so casually.

 "Be patient.  We've arrived."  Even the words he spoke were so relaxed.

 Sometimes Ivan doesn't understand, is Devan really born as a person who only has anger in his list of emotions?  But that's not important to ask now.

 Right after Devan finished paying the driver, the two brothers rushed into the police station.  They didn't even have time to see the taxi they were riding in was gone.

 If you remember again, Ivan and Devan did go from school by private car.  But thanks to a nail on the road, the tire punctured and they were almost half an hour late.

 Now even though they were in a hurry, the fact that they were late was undeniable.  Maybe that's why Devan chose to take it easy.

 "Sir!  We want to pick up our friends!"  Ivan cried out in panic.  Right in front of one of the officers who just passed in front of them.

 A teenager in uniform suddenly appeared and shouted at him.  Obviously the man was confused.

 "Which one ia your friend?"  asked the man with furrowed brows.

 "Is your friend a celebrity?  to the extent that this officer can know without you needing to mention his name?" Devan sneered, then sighed in disbelief because Ivan was still so panicked.  In the end, he was the one who had to intervene.

 "Deandra Atma Wijaya, sir.  He was brought here about half an hour ago.  The case of the death of a high school student who committed suicide four days ago."  Devan's words are solid and clear.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment.  He seemed to be deep in thought, then his eyes opened wide.

 "Oh!  That one?  he's in the interrogation room.  He should be finished now.  Want me to take you?"  the man gave a friendly smile.

 "Of course!  Where is sir?!"  Ivan answered excitedly, while Devan just nodded.

 "Come with me."

 They followed in the man's footsteps.  Ivan smiled lightly, making Devan who saw him raise an eyebrow in surprise at his brother's behavior.

 "The officers aren't as bad as we thought, are they?  Dean is probably being fed well by them now.  Dean is good at talking, he must have been able to convince them that he was innocent without us having to interfere."  Ivan spoke in a whisper.  There is confidence in his words.

 But unlike Ivan, Devan is a very critical person.  He will not easily believe in the friendly demeanor of an officer.

 If one could say that not all of them were bad, then Devan could also say that not all of them were good.  But of course he wouldn't say that to Ivan.

 Not long after, the three of them arrived in front of an iron door.

 "Well here.  It's still locked, looks like the interrogation isn't over yet."  Said the man while turning the doorknob a few times.

 "We have evidence that must be submitted to them.  Can we come in?"  Devan didn't seem to want to mince words.

 As expected, the uniformed man was silent and stared at her for a while.  Devan knew the man was suspicious of him, but he also knew he would just let him go.

 "Yes you can.  Come in."

 Again, right on target.

 The door is opened with a spare key.  Surprisingly, no sound was heard when the door finally opened.  The dark scenery was what greeted them.

 "Help ...."

 There was another one who greeted the three people at the door.  It was none other than the low voice of a man asking for help.

 "Waaah!"  The big man in front jumped up and shouted.

 His voice suddenly surprised Ivan and Devan behind him.  But this man was not to blame.  Because anyone would be afraid if suddenly a hand grabbed his leg from behind the darkness.

 "Please… Sir… that child is descended from a demon."  Blood splattered from his mouth which he forced to speak.

 "Oh Mr Herman?  How could it be like this?!"

 The stocky man was finally helped up by his colleague at the door.  Meanwhile, Ivan and Devan had already stepped in.  Facing the dark scene in the room.

 "Van, don't go too far."  Devan gripped his twin's arm tightly.

 The shock of what had just happened still affected Ivan.  It left him unable to do much other than stand still and try to stare into the darkness.

 Ctak!

 A distinctive voice sounded from behind them.  At the same time, the light came on.  Maybe that man did it, the two brothers thought.

 Neither Ivan, Devan, nor the officers who escorted them, had no idea what kind of sight would greet them when the lights finally came on.

 "What is this ...?"

 The man behind them muttered in surprise.  Meanwhile Devan was frozen to the spot, and Ivan of course immediately screamed.

 "DEANDRA!"

Ivan ran past the bodies lying unkempt.  Only to approach Dean who was sitting in the corner of the room.

 Meanwhile, Devan needs time to regain control of his own body.  A little slowly, he stepped after Ivan in front of him while his eyes wandered one by one the bodies of the officers on the floor.

There were deep bite wounds on the back of the neck, and on the wrists of two of them.  One of them was even worse.  Many open wounds, and tears in the uniform the man was wearing.

 While the remaining one, just by looking at it Devan can tell.  The impact had caused the man to lose most of his teeth.

 "Who can cause all this?"  Devan's mind wondered.

 Devan knew that the answer was right in front of his eyes.  Blood dripped from Deandra's mouth to his chin when Ivan lifted the young man's face to look up.  A small radio – a communication device, was in the tight grip of Dean's hand which was cuffed behind his back.

 "It can't be him, can it?"

 But Devan refuses to admit it.  Indeed, if someone said that a high school teenager with both hands cuffed behind his back had just toppled four officers by himself, who would believe it?

 To be continued....