The Price of Sainthood
God's help is real

"Closed eyes! Don't let him know our direction and purpose!" The young man on Alisha's left side gave instructions, while behind Alisha moved quickly to tie a black cloth over Alisha's eyes. The girl who originally still had hope was instantly feeling hopeless.

There is no other choice but to leave. Facing four sturdy people is not an easy matter.

I don't know how long the car drove, until finally the car engine stopped and Alisha began to listen to the movements of the four men. He heard the door open, and the man on the right side who had tied his hands behind his back gave instructions to let himself down in a high tone.

With her hands tied and eyes closed, what can she do to get down? The girl shuffled little by little towards the right, but instead ignited the man's anger.

"Basically slow! Getting out of the car is not bad! You deliberately want to buy time!"

"Hey, don't yell!" It was the voice of the young man who had fooled Alisha. "Bos said don't hurt him! Don't make him depressed!"

"Don't make him depressed, how? By telling us to kidnap him already makes him depressed! Pake sok-sokan forbid any loud talk. The hunted! Hunts are seeing us!"

Alisha can only remain silent as she guesses who is behind her kidnapping. Very quaint. Is it possible Dante? I don't know. What was clear now was that he felt someone helping him get out of the car. Then he felt led to walk somewhere. He does not know where this is, because there is only darkness.

Moments later Alisha felt her steps being stopped. Soon, he heard a creaking door and one of them ordered to walk, but not for long. Alisha finally believes they have arrived at the place after someone untied his hands and blindfold.

"For a while you'll be doing everything here."

Although her gaze was blurry, Alisha believed the man in front of her was the young man earlier. He is the more subtle when talking and treating Alisha. The young man then instructed his friend through a twinkle on the chin to confiscate Alisha's cell phone.

"Why should it be taken? I'm not gonna call anyone. I'm even very curious as to who's behind this kidnapping." Alisha spoke very calmly to the kidnappers. But what he said was not a lie. He had no intention of contacting anyone to see who kidnapped him.

"Well, won't call anyone?" The man who confiscated Alisha's phone asked that like making sure. It was clear that Alisha immediately nodded confidently. However, it turns out that Alisha had to swallow disappointed because she only pranked it. The man pulled back Alisha's phone as the girl was about to grab her. "Just want to be taken again. How do I know if you're not going to make a promise!"

Alisha just snorted softly in response to the person. And himself is strange. Any kidnap victim is allowed to hold his cell phone. He'll call the police.

Alisha initially thought the four men would leave after locking themselves in a room, but they did not. They stay there just in case.

Alisha looked around the room. There is a bed and a set of table chairs, each of which is just one. Alisha also can not make the call of nature as an excuse to get out, because there is also a door that connects the room with the toilet. Plus half of the wall is made of glass, so that all its activities in the room can be monitored by outsiders. Sucks.

Alisha sat on the edge of the bed. There was nothing he could do but give up for now. Since childhood he was trained mentally strong, but not with a fight for strength. Even if he had to fight against the four people out there, he was sure it was just a waste. Who hurt themselves yes.

Is correct. That belief was firmly planted in Alisha's heart. He believed that God's help was real. At once, he corrected his sitting position and raised his hand to give hope, very solemn and with all humility.

Suddenly a loud bang came from outside. The four people guarding him stood together. Everyone was shocked, and Alisha was no exception. The girl stood up after praying. The noise out there successfully made him curious.

Alisha's eyes were in disbelief. In the doorway that was forcefully opened, a young man was standing valiantly. His right hand held an iron. His gaze circulated like it was looking for something, and instantly came to a halt after turning over with his eyes.

"Alisha." He hissed in relief.

"Dante?" reply Alisha does not believe. He moved closer to the glass wall and put his hand there. "What are you doing here?"

"Of course to set you free."

Not replying with words, the teary eyes of Alisha already represented everything. Her lips covered a full smile. His heart was made trenchant by the young man's actions.

Apparently Dante is not alone. Several other youths appeared from behind him and began to clash with the guards, not least Dante himself. He gets a young opponent who tricked Alisha while on campus. Furiously, Dante beat the young man. Punching, kicking, until the young man was drenched in blood and drooped weakly.

With a horrified look, Alisha silenced her gaped mouth. Not that he felt sorry for Dante's opponent, but that Dante would kill him. He never expected Dante to have such a capable martial art. Dante's got an unbalanced opponent. Just a few blows. Dante did attack at the prone point, so easily his enemy fell floundering.

As if unsatisfied, Dante pierced the young man's chest with his knees. He pounded his face with a few blows.

From where she stood, Alisha watched it in horror. However, a moment later he opened his eyes to see something he saw. From behind Dante, someone stepped with a knife in his hand. Spontaneous Alisha screeched giving warning.

"Dante lookout!"

Dante spontaneously looked back. His brain was shouting a warning alarm. Danger threatened. Instantly he rolled his body to the right, just as the man had planted a sharp knife.

"Let's!" The pain sounds terrible. Fresh blood spurted from the left chest. The piercer looked surprised because he was wrong target. His hand spontaneously released the handle of the knife that stuck right in the chest of the friend. He sat down with a paled bottom.

Instantly his body froze with a regretful look. His eyes saw for themselves how the body of the friend twitched. The smell of carnation meets the sense of smell.