ORION
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Orion left, he returned to his original home. A place where he had fought hard but ended horribly. In the garbage stamp, the man who deserved to die. That's how the people around him call Orion.
Taps, tap!
Orion stepped foot into the house. Shortly before he entered, he approached someone who was playing with his cell phone.
“Later, I ask for help to immediately call damkar after this. No problem?” orion asked, smiling at the woman.
“Eh, is there a fire? The feeling is not steady,” he said while shrugging his shoulders.
“There. At the home of a man named Orion Sadawira.”
“Oh, you mean that useless guy?”
Without answering, Orion left. He then went into the house and rubbed something in some places.
Orion's house has not changed. Dirty things stay dirty. Maybe even now the dirt is getting bigger. Many pests, rats or other insects that come to take food scraps.
A foul smell was smelled when Orion opened the refrigerator. He then slammed the lid of his refrigerator door and went to a small, narrow room.
Drakes!
He pushed a heavy wooden cabinet. Grabbing something behind him.
“I just remembered. The last time I divorced her, she threw these earrings in front of my face. I am angry, just back throw it until tucked into the back of the closet.”
A small box containing a pair of pearl earrings. It is white and still looks very bright. Awake well even after years have passed.
Clap up! After opening it he closed the box again which he then kept in his pants pocket.
After the business was finished in his own house. Orion immediately lifted his foot but his steps came to a halt when he stepped on a framed photograph.
“Since when did this fall to the floor?”
He held up the photo upside down. It was a photo of Orion in his time of hard work, banging bones for the sake of the family. The photo, taken when he was about 30 years old, just before he became depressed and died.
“Last time wasn't always beautiful. Why should I think about it?”
The photo slowly burned. Leave the ashes scattered on the floor. Orion deliberately set it on fire first. Then he burned down his house.
Taps!
Many people came after the fire came from inside the house. The figure of the boy came out from the flames by stepping back casually as if it was a normal thing.
“It turns out to be burning?”
After leaving the house, the fire grew. Scorch all the things inside quickly. However, the house next to him was not hit by the slightest spark.
“Thus. I have nothing to show my identity. And an ordinary person would say, "A useless, geeky, stupid man is dead! Forever!", haha.”
Orion laughed insipidly with a sad look lowered his head down. After leaving Arutala's house and even burning down the house he used to live in, Orion will now go somewhere where he can meet Chameleon again.
“Hm, the only way to communicate with him. Is that place!”
Informant House, that's the place he came to this time. As usual there are many. Not many people were paying attention to Orion especially Orion right now without covering his face at all.
“You must be looking for something, come here,” said the informant as he swung his index finger forward.
“Of course. He was like that,” said while opening the back door and allowing Orion to go inside.
The usual atmosphere. Because it's too ordinary, Orion becomes suspicious, wary of going around. The man as an informant was just sitting opposite him while being rancid like that.
As if knowing the intent of Orion's current arrival. He stared and waited for Orion to sit down. Because since then, Orion just stood up while watching around.
“Before to core. I'd like to ask you one thing, why did you sell my information?” Orion asked while sitting down.
“Of course for money. Why?”
“Then I ask you not to sell my information. In exchange I will inform anyone I know except me or my family,” Orion gestured.
Orion intends to negotiate with him because it is likely that the Arutala Group, or even the other chairman, will move to seek his whereabouts. And Orion doesn't want them to know the location.
“Wah, what's going on? Last time you came here, it was with the bodyguard. Uh, no. Unfortunately it's Mr Chameleon, huh? Hihi,” chirped the informant with a tickled giggle.
“Please do not make complicated the current situation. Because I will soon also want to go somewhere after going to your rotten place,” Orion said coldly.
“Don't be so fierce, boy. Well, because you're asking for a slightly impossible request. How about a pile of money? Maybe about 5 stacked mountains?”
“Hah? That expensive?” orion did not believe.
5 stacked mountains, the range of many sheets of money can be counted more than 70 and above. That's a fantastic price.
“But for you. You can pay for it with a drop of blood,” the informant added while thrusting a clean ashtray.
“Good. So, I want you to say it right now. What message did Chameleon deliver?”
As he asked, he stretched out a bloody palm. Which then the blood dripped onto the ashtray. The top payment covered all the information about Orion, already fulfilled.
“The message, "Meet myself on the Expanse Street, on the corner of the road there is a large building resembling a factory. Go alone," so he said.”
Upon hearing his message, Orion simply stared cynically at the drop of blood that flowed to cover the bottom of the ashtray. Then leave without saying goodbye to the man.
“Who is weird. He asked to cover everything about her. But this payment even exceeded his own. Orion Sadawira, your blood will be auctioned off well.”
***
The weather's getting hotter. The steps are getting heavier. While muttering something, Orion saw his polished arm engraving.
Two wings are orange-colored. It is pale and looks like a piece of cheese. Orion took a long breath. Recalling that he had yet to fully master the Eternal Flame, he again sighed.
“Huh, this looks like a tattoo too. I could've guessed a thug kid if anyone saw. Hey, is there some other way to develop this power? Besides waiting for him, Karura?”
A figure named Karura appeared from behind. He was invisible so only Orion saw his form.
“Then try to kill yourself. Because usually great powers will appear when you're dying.”
“You told me to die? Then this power is so useless base,” grumbled Orion.
“What do you want to do with that power other than to make your body come back?”
Orion cleared his throat then replied, “Possible to beat up people who are pretentious to power.”