Hermes walked over to him, then he crouched down in front of Matheus. Hermes smirked, very sinister, his sharp fingernails forcing Matheus' head to look up at him. Without a word, Hermes suddenly strangled Matheus by the neck and lifted the body of his bodyguard. Matheus endured the pain, trying to free Hermes' hand from his neck. Unfortunately, Hermes' grip was too strong to resist.
"Master Hermes, why is he suddenly so strong. Even twice as strong as his usual strength and strength," Matheus thought through pain. He grabbed Hermes by the arm and tried to pull the choke off his neck. Unfortunately, it was Matheus' effort that hurt his neck. Hermes' fingernails had pierced the epidermis of his neck.
"Damn, this hurts so much!" moaned Matheus grimacing. The wound was very sore. However,
"Arrrrgh!" Hermes suddenly screamed very loudly. Until the grip of his fingers slipped from Matheus' neck. The body of his bodyguard fell.
Hermes' body stiffened, the veins all over his body were visible. And it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. He pulled his hair as hard as he could, falling with his knees bent. Not only did his head hurt, but he couldn't stand the pain in his chest. Hermes squeezed the skin on his chest. Clear granules came out from behind the pores all over Hermes' body. He felt that his whole body was very hot, very tortured, his skin also felt like it was burning.
Matheus found Hermes with a confused look on his face. He got up and walked over to Hermes. "Mr. Hermes!" Call him slowly with a face like a fool. He hesitated to touch it, afraid that Hermes would react so brutally like before. Matheus realized, this still has something to do with the vampire virus that is controlling the entire DNA structure, red blood, and white blood in Hermes' body.
Hermes got up, the boy's spontaneous movement made Matheus undo his intentions and move away from Hermes. He was on guard against his master's attack. Hermes was like a confused person, he looked left and right like someone who was looking for something.
"What's wrong with Mr. Hermes? And what is he want looking for?" Matheus thought he could only pay attention to Hermes' movements which were quite suspicious to him.
The young man ran on the roof of the car that was stuck with the horrific event. "Mr. Hermes, where are you going?" Matheus shouted. Like it or not, he had to follow where his Master went. He was afraid that Hermes would wreak havoc in the middle of the city and attract the attention of the crowd and would also cause a lot of news on television and in the newspapers.
Hermes' footsteps stopped midway on the bridge. He stood, his eyes searching for something Matheus didn't understand. His bodyguard also stopped and stood at a distance.
Hermes' body still felt very hot. He needed water to cool his very boiling body temperature. Hermes started to move again, he then got out of the car and walked slowly towards the edge of the bridge which had broken off the ropes and links.
"What do you want, Mr. Hermes, to the edge of the bridge?" Matheus asked himself. His form has returned to being human. He slowly followed Hermes from behind. The distance between the two is very far.
Hermes' steps got faster, he even ran to the edge of the bridge and then jumped into the rushing river. Matheus' eyes bulged, "Master Hermes, stop that!" he shouted, then he rushed after his master without thinking.
By.
Hermes' body went into the river first. Soon Matheus followed his master into the river. Hermes was unconscious, Matheus knew his master couldn't swim. He rushed to swim and help Hermes who was falling into the bottom of the river. His body slowly turned back into an ordinary human.
Matheus managed to catch Hermes after a few meters of swimming, and immediately he brought his Master ashore. He was panting for breath when he made it to the surface. He held his breath for a moment and put Hermes' body on the bank of the river. Matheus placed both palms in the center of the chest parallel to the Hermes nipples, performing Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) or cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He continued to press with a panicked face, worry and fear combined into one expression.
He had pressed his chest many times, but Hermes had not yet awakened from his stupor. "Come on sir, you have to wake up! I know you won't die easily like this! You must be strong, Master Hermes!" Matheus said that he didn't want to give up on Hermes' condition which still hadn't changed.
Matheus was silent, he had followed the procedure he had read in an article on the internet. He carefully pressed Hermes chest with both palms about five cm deep, he had also pumped thirty times at an average rate of about a hundred times per minute, or squeezed thirty times in about twenty. second. Matheus had also made sure the chest returned to its original position before being pressed again. He also did not forget to check whether the victim was breathing.
He was silent, between resignation and still not believing what had happened to Hermes. His master's breath was no longer blowing, his heart not beating as he listened to Hermes' chest. "Are you kidding, sir? Do You know? isn't a movie, so, please, You don't joke with me about death!" Matheus performed CPR one more time, then he gave Hermes artificial respiration. He didn't care if his master would be angry with him. Pressed again and again on Hermes' chest, hoping that the young man would breathe again.
And then,
Hermes coughed, he finally woke up from his stupor. From his mouth came out a lot of water that had been swallowed. "Master, Master Hermes, are you awake?" Matheus asked a little relieved to see Hermes had opened his eyes. He was also grateful that the full moon had ended.
"What's the matter with me, Matheus?" Hermes asked confused. He looked around. The river and bridge conditions are quite severe and messy. Smoke rose high into the dark, blackened clouds. "Did I spoil all that, Matheus?" Hermes stared intently at Matheus after he saw the badly damaged bridge.
"No sir, we both broke the bridge." Matheus dodged, he didn't want Hermes to think about the bridge.
"Is that true, Matheus?" Hermes was not convinced by Matheus' answer. Matheus' eyes were suspicious. He lied to Hermes. His bodyguard nodded slowly.
"Alright, now we go home! Master must rest!" Matheus's suggestion. Unfortunately, Hermes did not listen to Matheus' words. Instead, he looked around him. Looking for something he remembers in his mind.
He stood up, looking once more at every corner to where he was. "Where is that woman?" Hermes was starting to feel anxious. He couldn't find her anywhere.
"Master, what's wrong? Who are you looking for?" Investigate Matheus curiously.
"That girl, Matheus! I don't see her anywhere in this place!" Hermes said spinning on the spot. "You know where he is, Matheus?" Hermes asked without looking at Matheus' face who was hiding something from Hermes.
"No sir, I didn't see her!" Matheus said quietly. Lying to Hermes.
Hermes was silent, he lowered his head as he thought about where the girl had last seen him. Hermes' brain is at work among thousands of ever-expanding memories. The nerve cells in his headroom sort through memory after memory that he had gone through, to where he and the girl were in a car after he fought John. The young man also remembered Christ who last fought and held Claudia hostage.
"Damn it!" Hermes cursed after remembering all one by one the events that he had experienced a few minutes ago. "That bastard took her hostage!" Hermes said clenching his fists. Frowning his forehead between his wide-open eyes, his jaws widened as the white teeth rubbed against each other and creaked.
"I have to find him!" Hermes said without noticing that Matheus had helped him. Hermes left, leaving Matheus dumbfounded and confused.
Matheus ran and restrained his steps. He held Hermes by the arm, not letting Hermes get into any more trouble. "Where are you going, Mr. Hermes?"
"I want to go save the girl and kill the boy who dared to kidnap my girl!"
"What? I won't let Master do anything stupid again!" exclaimed Matheus. He spread his arms while showing a firm attitude to Hermes.
"Get out of the way, Matheus!" Hermes orders. Matheus stood his ground, blocking his often troubled Master's foolish intentions.
"No, I won't let the master go and act stupid!"
"I said get out of the way, Matheus! Or I'll--" Hermes stopped him. His eyes are pretty scary.
"Or what sir?" Asked Matheus stubbornly.
"Get out of the way, Matheus! I don't want to see you die by my hands!" Hermes' tone of voice sounded very frightening. Loud and full of murderous aura.
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To Be Continued.