Ryll's POV
"Jaren that's enough."
He punched the already beaten up guy and held its collar. And yes, I said 'it's.'
"Who ordered you to do that?" singhal ni Jaren sa lalaki. "Who?" This time, he shouted at sinasadya niyang iuntog sa floor yung ulo nun.
I let out a sighed then tilted my head to the side to stretch my neck. "Try and move from where you are, and I'll make sure you won't be able to use one of your feet for the rest of your life," I muttered. My peripheral vision caught this second guy who is trying to get away from here.
Itong dalawang ito ang mga tinuro ng mga binugbog namin kahapon. We'd beaten up those group of men who we caught trying to steal the Trio's scores from the judges. While those three girls were dancing, the judges were going to announce about what happened yesterday. They were going to apologize to them by showing the real scores of yesterday, however, those guys managed to steal the evidence.
I don't know how they did it but something is definitely going on with those judges.
"H-Hin—"
"What did you say huh?" Jaren shouted at him again.
"H-Hindi ko p-po kayo m-maint-tindihan," the guy finally said. "M-My E-English is n-no good. I, uh I kennot i-intindi you."
Instead of laughing at the guy's situation, Jaren tightened his grip on him and smiled dangerously. Then he closes his face to him. "Tagalugin ko, sino ang nag-utos sa'yo para gawin iyon? Sino?"
"H-Hindi ko po pwedeng s-sabihin. M-Malalagot po ako sa kanya kapag—"
Jaren chuckled menacingly. "Malalagot ka lang sa kanya, lalagutan naman kita ng hininga kapag hindi mo pa sinagot ang tanong ko."
I sighed. "Is that gonna take longer?" I yawned. "I'm tired. I want to sleep." Bigla kong tinapakan ang binti ng pangalawang lalaki. "Crawling is still moving, boy." I pushed my foot even more until he cried out loud. "Right now, I am stepping on your gastrocnemius muscle and if I move my foot down and push it deeper, I would step on your soleus muscle."
"Ryll, your words are making my head bleed," side-comment ni Jaren. "And I'm sure as hell these two guys beside with bleeding mouth, nose, and brain, they are also having internal bleeding. Don't use your doctor words to these low-lives."
"Hn, I'll put in simple terms," mas diniinan ko pa ang pagtapak ko sa binti niya and he cried louder. "I will tear your gastrocnemius and soleus muscle that would cause you to scream on top of your alveolus. Not only it would tear your shin, you would also get throat polyps—"
"M-Magsasalita na ako!" sigaw bigla ng tinatapakan ko. "Tol, hindi ko na kaya!" daing niya sa halos sinasakal na ni Jaren. "M-Ma—ARAY! M-Masakit na yung binti ko tol k-kaso mas masakit ang ulo ko sa mga sinasabi n-nitong isang ito!"
I smirked and pretended to say something.
"W-Wag! T-tama na!"
I didn't know guys could be so dramatic. Wait, I did know. I just forgot. Jaren is so dramatic only when it comes to Rydel. Sigh, how could I forget?
"Then start talking," Jaren ordered.
"S-Si—Ah! T*ngna! Ang sakit naaarayrayray! S-Si emcee ang n-nag-utos sa'min!" sigaw ng lalaki na kinakunot-noo ko.
Emcee?
"Bakit niya inutos ang bagay na ito?" Tiyak ko, nandidilim na ang paningin ni Jaren.
The truth is, his memories are back. That day before the contests started while we were waiting for the girls, he told me that everything came back while he was sleeping. Para daw siyang nababangungot sa bilis ng mga pangyayaring nakita niya and siguro, what triggered that kind of dream was what happened to Rydel.
