Revenge of the Disabled
Afraids

What was going on outside, Megan again listened carefully. Afraid that someone might come to steal or rob his house. His mind immediately imagined the possibility of strangers trying to get into his house or even thieves hiding around. His imagination was running wild, and fears of danger were increasingly filling his mind.

Suddenly, a sound was heard. This time it is not clontang like the sound of a falling bottle but the sound of crackles produced from objects made of plastic.

Megan heard a sharp crackle beside her house. His heart was pounding even more, and a sudden fear enveloped him.

He decided to check the source of the sound. His heart was racing as he took his phone for lighting and walked slowly to the window facing the side of the house. Through the gap of the curtain, he tried to see what was going on outside. The dark night makes it difficult to see clearly, even though it has been helped by lighting from his cellphone. Plus the dew that littered his window slightly as it had just stopped raining

Megan's fear intensified when the crackle was heard again, this time sounding closer.

He tried to calm himself. However, every little voice that sounded around made him even more afraid. Any flashing light or shadow that flashed outside the window made him feel constantly watched. Dark thoughts about real threats or dangers that might lurk continue to haunt him.

As fear overpowers Megan, she decides to wake her mother for help. He feels that the presence of a person can provide strength and a sense of security.

Megan came out of her room and walked towards her mother's room, but she was already in dreamland. Megan didn't wake him up. He contacted his neighbor but did not get a response

While waiting for help to arrive hoping for her neighbors to retaliate, Megan locks the doors and windows carefully, trying to keep herself out of danger that may be beyond.

Megan was not calm, she moved and peered again at the window.

Lonely, there's no one, inner Megan

Megan opted out to check on the situation. Walk sagging until the front door is next to the house .

He took a broom and held the handle ready to hit. At the side door of the house, and ventured forward with a hand ready to hit

Sretttch

Swung the broom handle forward, but there was no one. What Megan found was that the crackle came from a tree branch driven by strong winds. A sense of relief encompassed Megan as she realized that there was no real threat. The fear that engulfed him slowly subsided.

Circularly look to the left and right, making sure once again, but no one. Megan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then as he stepped inside the house, someone smothered his mouth from behind.

Megan rebelled, moving her body, stomping her legs.

The man who smothers his mouth is of great stature and powerful strength. Megan is pulled out of the house and cornered to the wall.

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Dalton, who had reached home, immediately took the drinking water in a glass and downed it. Then he opened his wet shirt with a drizzle of rain.

Prawn

Glass fell off the kitchen table, nudged by Dalton as he opened his shirt.

Then he walked to the side of the kitchen turning on the cleaning robot that could sweep and clean the floor. (The Rich)

Lazily Dalton threw himself onto the sofa. But his feelings continue to be agitated. He stared at half of his hand made of iron.

I shouldn't have planted this stupid thing. Soon I will enter the life of the man who killed you, I will make them suffer to the rest of his family

The cleaning robot has already successfully cleaned the floor and automatically stops itself. Dalton was sleepy because the silence came back

When Dalton wanted to fall asleep, something rang from the outside of his porch. He turned to the window and listened carefully.

Dalton got off his couch and turned off the lights, picking up the gun he had stored in the buffet drawer. Then hide behind the curtains and pin his back to the wall.

He closed his eyes, listening carefully step by step to the sound of boots. The same sound as the sound of shoes that continued to haunt his life as a child.

Then he opened his eyes again. His breathing began to become irregular. Increasingly hunting and sure if the killer at that time came to approach him.

Kretek Kreetek

The voice sounded again. Noisier as the sound of a key being opened

Dalton unlocked the gun, opened a bit of the curtain and peeked out of the window slit.

Someone stepped near one of the windows. Trying to open the window with iron wire.

The man was wearing a long hoodie coat. A different type of coat than the perpetrator of the murder of his parents at that time. His face wears a head covering and leaves only his eyes.

The man managed to get into Dalton's house. Dalton was still watching quietly.

Dalton should have added a trellis to his large window, so that no intruders would come in.

The mysterious man who had just entered was seen observing the atmosphere of Dalton's house. Dalton's eyes squinted, looking at something the man was carrying, a gun with silencers.

Dalton pulled the trigger and pointed towards the mysterious Man as the man wanted to climb the stairs

Dorian

The shot was right about the man's arm.

"Arghh shit," the man murmured and went down again looking for Dalton's whereabouts

He pointed the gun in all directions while continuing to search for Dalton's whereabouts. The eyes of the mysterious man were fixed on the moving curtains. He pulled the trigger and shot him many times. Then he opened the curtain.

Blank

He moved his gaze in all directions but his eyes were on the recently opened Window.

Apparently he had left, the mysterious inner man and left Dalton's house

Meanwhile, Dalton is hiding in his hideout. The basement that no one knows.

Ahh shit I should have filled that bullet full Dalton's indignant mind

The assassin was already in front of his eyes, yet it felt futile.

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Megan widened her eyes, her breath hunting and wanting to scream. But the man's big hand covered his mouth and pressed his body tightly against the wall.

His face was closed, only a pair of eyes were visible that he was very familiar with. Megan stared at the arm of the lria, which was tied with a light-colored cloth but had turned red.

"Megan, it's me" said the man