"Jerome... Bring Nico with you, and run" Roger said standing in front of them.
"But..." Jerome.
"Can you fight him?"
"No"
"Then run."
"But Roger..."
"My uncle is from the military. He thought me how to fight. I can at least fight him, but you need to run, or else I can't protect you." Roger spoke, eyeing Zest. "After that, call out for help."
"But..."
"Jerome! Just do what I said!"
Jerome peered at him with his snot and tears on his face and nodded. He piggyback-ride and ran away.
"Ehhh... Where do you think your goi---" Zest looked down on Roger, touching his face that been cut by something. "A mere lowly being like you! there to wound me!" Zest glaring at him.
"Tsk. Annoying."
"Why you!!!"
"What anime have you been watching and you also copying the villain way of speaking?"
Zest pouted at him. "Ah! I will just kill you,"
"Why?"
Zest stop and then stare at him. "Why?"
"Why do you kill?"
An arc is formed on the corner of his Zest mouth. "Because it brings pleasure."
"Pleasure?" Roger finding a good time to escape, studying his surrounding.
"Yeah, I love it when people shout hopelessly in fear, and then little by little their body been ripping apart. Ah, the sound of those shouts is so good." Zest even licked his lips showing how much he loved those screams. "Now that I thought about it... Roger, I wonder how good your shout will be... A high and mighty Roger shouting in misery.... hahahahaha... That would be a funny thing to watch." then he laughed maniacally.
Roger just looked at him as f looking at a retard. He then ran toward Zest.
"Ehhh... so You wanna play with me~ then I shouldn't let our Roger sama down. I will make you cry in misery by pulling out his limbs apart~" Zest chuckled.
Roger threw rocks in his direction, then a few grains of sand.
"That is nothing to me! hahaha" then with his psychic ability, he made those to stopped midway, while grinning. but surprised to see that Roger was not around. "Roger... You guys, have left me..." then he smiled as his body started to convulsed and back to normal again. His eyes had started to cry a red liquid, caressing his cheeks. "Blood... I need to see blood... I want to see and eat fresh meat..." He spoke as if it was not him anymore but someone else speaking.
Roger, on the other hand, ran as he hid behind the trees. "Idiot," he whispered. then he sprinted only to be stopped by Zest.
"Hello, my friend..." Zest. The corner of his mouth salivating with blood and so does his nose. "Kill..."
Roger clenched his fist, his brow furrowed.
.
On Jerome's side...
Jerome fell on his face making Nico fell too, and waking up in the process.
"Ouch, that hurts big bro--- huh?" Nico's eyes went toward Jerome whose body was already full of bruised. "Jerome, what happened to you?" He walked toward him.
Jerome's eyes were already red in crying. "We-we need to run away and ask for help. *sniff*"
"I understand." Nico put the arm of Jerome on his shoulder. "We need to get away, right? and asked for help."
"Hmm... *sniff*" Jerome nodded.
"It will be okay..." Nico hushed Jerome.
"This is all my fault... If only... If only..."
Their eyes were blinded by the sudden light in front of them.
"There are kids here!" Shouted the voice of a man.
"We are safe now," Nico said, smiling with assurance to Jerome.
.
"Hah... Hah..." Roger's clothes were torn apart and some of those were drenched with his own blood. There was even an open wound on his shoulder, legs, and heart but he was still standing and watching Zest on the ground with his face bathing with his own blood.
"You--- Roger... How come..."
Roger sat below the tree. "You are just a failure..." Roger said, watching Zest's body rot. He closed his eyes and spoke in a soft voice. "Disgusting..."