(Updated: fixed the bad phrase and some words.)
I don't know about what happened to my last account. There was no reader when it goes to 391 reader for this story, although I have add more chapter. Hhh . . . :((. I've been work so hard. Well, I guest I have to start it from 0. At least, with my Translate Google Apps from my android/gadget that help me to write my story (I come from Indonesian), I add more season to make this story more mysterious, interesting, and more. Plus, I wanna say thanks to James Dashner because of his book, he add me some figure of speech.
Well, enjoy, reader. Please R&R!
DUSTY WAS in somewhere he didn't know.
He just looked at that disgusting room. Many cables, gears, cans, oils, and fuels which scattered in rust gray metal floor. He thought—or the correct was to ask to his mind—Where am I?. He drove in, but, something was wrong, he didn't move to another place, even a centimeter. He looked his wings. How can this is happened?, he thought, realizing that his wings are locked by the gadget that he didn't know that thing's name. Dusty then brave himself to shouted, "Hey. Anyone here? Can you help me to get outta here, please?" No answers. In fact, there was nobody except himself who stuck and trapped. He then started panic, thinking about the things that would happen to him at next, Are someone will . . . kill me? He scared, believe that thing will happening. He started to start his engine, rolling his propeller, but it didn't work. Just a cold and strong wind that he could taste from his propeller. "HEY! SOMEBODY! HELP ME!" He shouted more loud, but still no answers, except the door that opened, showing someone, a black forklift truck. "Hey!" Dusty called him. "Help me to get outta here, please!" But, that person went, going to leave Dusty alone again. "HEY! PLEASE HELP ME! SOMEBODY!"
Dusty then heard something outside that room.
"He wake up, Rip," that was someone's voice.
"Prepare your knife, Zip," there was another sound, but Dusty thought that he had heard that voice before, but didn't know where, "but I will talk to him just a little bit."
"This will be nice! I will hear some amazing howl!"
Howl?, Dusty thought, scared, what howl that meant by them? Howling like a wolf?
"Well, psychos. Let's see. I will hear that, too, Zip."
Dusty wanted to leave this room quickly, feeling free, meet Chug and other, but he couldn't do that until someone let him free.
The door opened, showing that black forklift truck and a guy who Dusty know, Ripslinger. "This will gonna be great, Dusty," Ripslinger said in a scary sound. The aura of the killer had appeared. Dusty's heart was beating so fast. He breathed too fast like he need more and more oxygen to make him life for a while before he'd been killed.
Ripslinger licked his top lip, making him more scared, freezing too fast like in Arctic. "I wanna test about how well your howl, The Death Farm Boy," Ripslinger said, drove in to Dusty's propeller.
"The Death . . . Farm . . . Boy?" Dusty asked, trying to revolt. "What do you talking about, Rip? And . . . what howl you mean?" Dusty asked many questions, but Ripslinger just smiled with creased brow. He then showing his teeth who had stained by something that disgusting. "What about your teeth, Rip?" Dusty finally asked, feeling not okay, despite he had felt not okay after he woke up.
"Have just taste someone's blood," Ripslinger answered. "Do you want to taste, too? It's delicious, like a juice."
"But, I smell ferum[1] essence from your teeth. Ewh!"
"Why, Dusty? It's good. And now, you'll smell it from your body, The Death Farm Boy. Zipper, do it now."
Dusty confused, until he got stab by a knife. He then shouted, howling in pain. The knife then stabbed till the inside of Dusty's body slowly, making him howling very loud and more loud. He couldn't grin and bear that stab. His eyes just could look Ripslinger who laughed and said, "More, Dusty! More! Howl it more loud!" Dusty wanted to cough, but he couldn't let his howl to cough.
"This knife haven't stabbed more, Rip," said someone—Dusty, who breathed quickly to get more oxygen, thinking that he was Zipper, a black forklift truck that with Ripslinger. "I wish I had a samurai sword."
"He don't have that," Ripslinger said. "What a poor Professor."
He?, Dusty thought. His left eye was closed for hold the sickness of the scab at the same time he took a breath. Have more person who will doing this to me? And a professor? Is this the experiment while I was guinea pigs?
"Take it out, Zip. Slowly. Don't. Too. Fast. We will get more howl." Ripslinger smiled wide.
"What?" Dusty tried to said with breathless—his voice was very low, like an air-whispered that you just can taste it. He felt the knife was taking off, but very slowly, making him hurt while said, "Please. Not. To. Do. That. To. ME!" He then cried while the knife had taken off.
"It's just an inception, The Death Farm Boy. There will be more and more howl that will we hear from you. You know what? We waiting for you for a day until you wake up."
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Mayday felt sorry.
Dusty, don't worry. I will rescue you upon my life, Mayday thought, feeling sorry about the Dusty's abduction. He, as a worse witness, didn't know what to do while he saw Dusty had kidnapped by someone he didn't know—he just saw a shadow from a plane and a forklift truck. He had record what he look with a good quality camcorder, but the video just recorded a silhouette like what Mayday saw. As a fault as he had ever done to Dusty—he knew that—he would search him upon his life, although till death. He, with Blade, Chug, and Mater were discussed about where Dusty was.
Mater? How could that be? This is the prologue: Mater asked Lightning to visit Sparky and Skipper at Propwash Juntion Airport. They then came to Propwash Juntion and, at the same time, they had heard the news that Dusty had kidnapped. Mater interested to join Find and Rescue Dusty, but Lightning, who against Mater, denied Mater's ask because he wanted to celebrate his boy's birthday party. Lightning said that he felt sorry to not join his best friend, but he hope that Mater will safe and save Dusty.
Blade wanted to visit Dusty in Propwash Juntion on his take-off day. No more fire which burned the forest in Piston Peak, anyway, making him bored and wanna talk to someone, but no with Maru, Dipper, Cabbie, Windlifter, The Smokejumpers, and a new guy—he felt bored to talk to them too much. He settled up to visit Dusty. Maybe he will not make me bored, Blade thought, and he keep Propwash Juntion safe from fire. He, who came before Lightning and Mater, shocked when he got some news about Dusty's abduction from Mayday.
Mayday operated the Find and Rescue Dusty with Blade, Chug, and Mater. Mater suggested that Mayday must invite Finn and Holley; Mater's wife (they married ten years ago and have a son named Sebastian), but Mayday denied. Mayday know some organization who will helpful. The organization name is Anti-Virus Trans—a. k. a. AVT. AVT is the best organization where the members are a Lieutenant rank four. Many case that they finished, approximate up to 1.200 case about ten years. AVT then employed James and Dashner, they are a forklift truck, to handle that case completely. James was a detective who employed to AVT's organization because he deserving the case about Mordor's death case; Mordor is a jeep car from AVT who killed by a mafia from Japan named Satoshi. Satoshi then was caught quickly because James and his partner, Dashner. Dashner was James's best friend and his partner all at once. They worked together in every case. When they employed at AVT, they still work together. If James got case for just himself, he would suggesting Dashner to join him, and the other way, Dashner would doing it, too. Sparky and Skipper couldn't join it because they were busy to come to Jolly Wrenches, had to finish the new case. They'd just gone before the incident happened—a day ago. Dottie was sick and unconscious after heard that news from Chug. Leadbottom? He didn't care—he just wanted to taste his greatest vita-minamulch.
Mayday, Blade, Chug, and Mater waiting James and Dashner. In a round table, they were rested and tried to make Mayday happy.
"Just tell me, Mayday," Chug started. "What happened a day ago about Dusty? He kidnapped by who?"
Mayday sighed for a thousand times, tired, and said, "I don't know. Swear."
"Then what did you see, Mayday?" Blade asked then. He thought that Mayday would cry like a baby who had gone his pleasure toys.
"Just a plane, I thought it was Dusty, and a forklift truck, don't know who," Mayday answered, sighed again. Had one thousand one I sighed, he babbled on his mind, counting his sigh as could as possible, for a day. Now, I breathe, taking the free oxygen, for more billion times for my life as a firefighter with Dusty.
"Don't sad, Mayday," Mater said. "Dusty will safe. He was a best air racer that I've ever watch in TV." Mater just know about Dusty as a race-plane.
"Hope so," Mayday just could said that thing, remembering his moment with Dusty. Heroic. Humble. Inspiring. He would forget those three characteristic about Dusty.
"Mayday, please, don't show that sad face to me," Blade was utterance. "Though you're strong for now. I know you feel sad about Dusty. Me, too. But, be brave. Life doesn't always go the way you expect it. Sometimes it will happening: the sad thing that make our heart break, or hurt, or something. But, just be brave. I'm sure we can help Dusty."
Mayday sighed (again), trying to smile to say, "Thanks, Blade."
Chug shocked by two military forklift truck. "Who the heck are you guys?"
The one forklift truck from left then drove in to near the table while said, flatly but quickly, like a beat box without tone. "Hello, everyone. I'm James from AVT organization who appointed for handle the Dusty's abduction. I came here with my partner, Dashner. Thanks for use our service because we work for solving and saving, not for money and happiness. As a detective, I will help you with my conscious-brain, greatest logical and intelligent, and an imaginary-think. And, also my partner, Dashner, we can solve this case quickly."
"And my name is Dashner," the another forklift truck from right said, but not as same as what James do, "James's partner. Well, don't want to say this things, but James always labor the point."
"Not labor the point, you silly partner!" James said, hitting Dashner's front wheel. "It's vivid and specific!"
"Whatever you said."
"Well, just let move the case on," Mayday said, putting his camcorder out. "I've record that tragedy with this one, but I just a silhouette video." He then gave his camcorder to James, letting him watch the tragedy-video.
"It's okay, Mayday. We'll work on it."
"How do you know my name, anyway?"
"Your sound, of course. You called AVT at six o'clock, didn't you"
"Well, ow-kay . . . . You're right."
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"Please . . . don't do it . . . to me," Dusty cried, making a best howl was very hard to do to gratify Ripslinger who want his howl more loud—he even didn't know what howl. He had scabbed three time, just enough to make him pain too much, tired to make more howl sound. "I feel pain, Rip." His tears made him feel cold because the snow in outside.
"I know it, Dusty. More howl, more pain, more fun, The Death Farm Boy."
"I'm not a Farm Boy again!" Dusty felt mad. "You can see that I'm now a firefighter!"
"I don't care!" Ripslinger yelled, throwing his saliva to the rust gray metal floor. Dusty's brow creased, pitting his tooth, feeling mad. "More scab, Zip. And now, scab with a movement. We will hear his loud more long."[]
[1] Some unsure that you can find in iron, or blood, or anything that smell like an iron substance. There some ferum in our blood because the iron substance that we eat from green vegetables like spinach.