Payback

Yanto was sunk in his chair, the TV was showcasing a soccer game with his favorite time. The volume was at full. Even with the sound of the TV puncturing his ear drums, Yanto just stood there, leaning back. His hands were on the chair's armrests. He didn't feel like he was going deaf, or tired.

But he was burning, temperature wise. The air conditioner set up in his living room wasn't at its best either. He only felt a gush of wind compared to chilly air. He went over to the window, letting some air in.

Going back to his chair, he could not help but notice the sound of buzzing in the air, before it got closer, pinching his ears.

"Damn bee." the man said as he flinged his hand back and forth. The bee was all over the place, its buzzing louder than the TV itself.

The man flinched as he felt a force going through his ear, and came out of the other. He looked to see the bee flying upwards. He gritted his teeth, standing up. He stood on the chair's arm rest and jumped, clapped in the air to get the bee.

He missed, and his body wobbled upon landing. He took his newspaper and wrapped it around, before he chased the damn flt all over the place. The kitchen, the bedroom, the bee even tried to lead Yanto to the bathroom for crying out loud.

The bee started to spew out ringing. Yanto felt like his head was banging midway into his chase with the bee. "Damn thing hasn't flown out yet."

He threw out the newspaper, and went for the nearby dictionary instead. Opening it, his fingers grabbed hold of the word HIT, and its actual letters spewed out of the page. He shaped the HIT into a fly swatter.

And as soon as the bee made a pass at him, just in front of his eyes, he took a step back, and his wordly shaped swatter slammed the bee against the ground. Even with the swatter pinning the bee, Yanto raised the swatter and slammed it down onto the floor. It was a repetitive process, invoking spasms of death toward the bee.

The dying bee gave a few more rings, before its lifespan ended there.

Putting his swatter away, the man proceeded to go back to his chair, but stopped midway. Knocking was on his door. He sighed as he went to the front and opened.

His eyes became larger than life as he saw bees floating above him. A swarm of them, if not an entire army. Each of them went into groups and formed into various shapes. First it was a P, then an A. Yanto soon realized a sentence was created.

PAYBACK TIME, was there words that was made out of the bees, buzzing in anger.