ORION
Existence, Towards Beyond the Negri
Strength has limits. So too with humans. Every human being who has the chance to live twice is a gift.
Chaos for chaos. Mysterious deaths and so on have become a daily life for NED Warriors.
A man named Orion Sadawira. Reluctant to meet his ex-wife because their son disappeared, kidnapped by Chameleon. Sneaky stratagem, Chameleon was about to play Orion, that's what he was waiting for.
Upset because it can't be anything but that doesn't mean he and all the existing NED Warriors will stop until then. Receiving, feeling or anything else. Whatever it is has become common. Everything that is easy involves a feeling.
“How can I look him in the face when his son is not. I was disappointed in my weak self. And true what Chameleon said back then.”
"Kill before being killed." The words of Chameleon were so piercing his conscience. He will not be able to kill another with his own hands. That hard.
"Isn't that the same thing as suicide?" This sentence once crossed his mind. As if to say, suicide is tantamount to killing others.
It was like the same blood. Just be right.
“Those humans have laws. But what about the law of the resurrected man with energy far greater than that of an ordinary man?”
If you think too long, then there's only a dead end there. Without light and going backwards, hands off all problems. It is the same as repeating the mistakes of the past. How could this old man who hates life repeat it again.
Orion clearly knows that Chameleon accidentally took Ade. Whether it's his real son or not. But the feeling of losing it cannot be deceived.
“I follow your game, Chameleon.”
***
Half a year has passed. The rest of all the NED Fighters who were in the main Organization still counted in the hundreds. Although the second life of those who had died again could not casually use the rare blood to be resurrected, they still worked hard.
Looking for any way to find Chameleon's whereabouts again. No matter in what way but the condition: not to kill cannot be broken again.
"Kill then it's the same, we're with them." That's what Gista Arutala said.
Arutala's house is the most chaotic among the others. It was a ruined basement, but now it's inside the house and the Arutala members. And so does the other Chairman.
“Hey, I heard there's an artist on the rise. About it's a City Hero or not, huh?”
“Do not ngaco, deh. The artist is a woman. And I heard this woman plays a kuntilanak ghost in that country.”
“That's a popular movie that lately rocked our own country, right?”
“Haha, yeah. At least there will be many people who forget the cruelty of Chameleon.”
A tratak!
A cup of warm coffee that Orion was about to eat was now cut off by Gista from behind. Gista then stared intently at Orion.
“Don't use my tea cup,” pinta Gista by frowning.
“The end of your cup is right for my favorite coffee,” Orion said as he reached out, asking for the cup containing the coffee back.
“Take another cup there. Besides, what are you doing in my workspace?”
“Of course for brewing coffee. And, aren't you on duty outside? I mean somebody needs your help, right?”
“Yes, you're right. But now it's done.”
“Chameleon.”
“Nihil.” Gista shook his head in a sign that he had found no whereabouts or traces of Chameleon left.
“Even with Dicky's identity you told me about doesn't exist. As if he had long disappeared or died,” added Gista.
The door of Gista's workspace is open. Found Mahanta with another figure behind him. Who then went inside to tell me something.
“Mahanta, what happened?”
“Sorry I interrupted you in your busy time now. But there is other information about Chameleon.”
Mahanta invited the figure. It was Chairman Nina Mirana, the chairman who was in the last position. A tall woman.
“From now on I will explain it, Miss Arutala. Ah, earlier ..good morning Miss Gista Arutala. How are you doing?” greet Chief Mirana.
“Good morning to you too, Miss Nina Mirana. I'm doing fine. What about you?”
“I am the same. Then I'll cut this short. I found Chameleon, but unfortunately he has already taken off heading to a country with liberal laws.”
Chief Mirana showed a shirtless doll with many nails on its doll head. For a moment the expression of the originally flat-faced puppet turned into a sumringah. But the grinning doll looked terrible.
“Country with liberal law? You mean the law free it?” orion asked in surprise.
“Can be said so. Free but not completely. By the way today I did not meet you huh, Mr Orion? Usually 'you jog in every morning with the City Hero.”
“Ah, the. Yes right.” Orion smiled wryly. Then he was actually practicing with Endaru. More precisely, study with Endaru.
But there was no way Orion would say that.
“My price as an adult can be shattered,” Orion's inner self while turning away.
“Chairman Mirana, explain more details to us. Then we immediately prepare members who will leave there,” said Gista.
“Good, Chief Arutala.”
The curse puppet that Chairman Mirana possessed was his own strength. Santet, that's another term. That can hurt someone from afar but Chairman Mirana also has more special powers than that, namely replacing the tracking device that will not be found even by the strongest NED Fighters.
***
Somewhere close to Arutala's house. There are several people who work in the workshop, along with repairing customer vehicles.
One of them, his presence was not so conspicuous. Men with mature brownish hair that also resembles his skin. He also looks moody while fixing the wheel with his key.
“Hei new boy! I heard you were placed in the Arutala Group, huh? Spirit yes!” said one by raising his voice while patting his back several times.
“Okay, senior! I was busy. Can't you interrupt first?” The man protested.
“Already, already. Don't be so moody. And you, instead of going to work, are still having that useless nightclub. Watch out if it gets breached!” chirping one of the other men.
“Don't say so out loud dong! Here 'to common.”
“You are the same. Even the origin of calling the name of our Group.”
The gloomy man returned to work but he was unfocused because the seniors spoke loudly around him. He wanted to curse, but he couldn't do it.
“Ru, I heard you have the same ice power as Miss Gista, right?” ask the man who had previously fought with his friend.
“Iya, senior,” the answer is limp.
“Then come with me to Arutala's house tomorrow. Incidentally Miss Gista also wants you to come!”
Instantly the gloomy man suddenly shivered. His bad feeling arises.