ORION
Only Death
“I used a little bit of strength so as not to make my body fall quickly. But this is quite sharp,” Orion said as he raised next to his arm and tried to scratch a finger at the blade of the sword.
His finger was injured just from touching a little tip on the sword blade from the fire. His blood flowed so profusely that it soaked the backs of his feet.
The narrow view turned wide as if looking at the surface of the earth. For a moment, what did he dream of when he closed his eyes for a moment?
“Loh? His blood does not want to stop,” he said restlessly.
The ways people used to, when the finger was injured then he had to suck it and spit it out. New blood will stop flowing often as time passes. But not with Orion, his blood was still flowing even after he tried to stop the bleeding by tying his finger with a cloth.
“Duh, it hurts,” complained Orion.
Sparks that seemed to be twinkling like stars, surrounded around Orion's body. So too with the sword blade of a bit of power he could use and control.
A little slashed had already injured the finger so deeply as if it was cut off. It reminds him of Orion's death 20 years ago. The death is tragic and makes Orion's feelings even more unpleasant and uncomfortable.
“Ah, stop. I cape this wound. Importantly, I have done this as they taught me,” said Orion proud of the two blades attached to his arms, then smiled happily.
According to Orion this is thanks to the teachings of Gista and Mahanta, to always control the power every time he had. But actually, it's half right and half wrong.
Because Orion managed to do it because of a determination from his mind. It comes to mind, that gaining power is not as easy as turning a hand, but having to think of a way to use the power itself.
Because over time, in some way, a technique of controlling and using force is part of a person's strength.
“But it won't kill people with this, right?”
SRAT! As soon as Orion swung his arm upwards, involuntarily a dense and horizontal fire attack suddenly shot out and cut the trash can in half.
“Wah, you're pretty great, son!” praise someone from behind Orion.
Orion flinched because of his attack and also because of that someone. He looked back and saw who. It turned out that only the old man with the body bent down while holding a walking stick in his right hand.
He looked at Orion with a faint smile. Orion was in a panic because there were ordinary people who knew about it. Orion stepped back and walked away from the old man with a cold sweaty face.
Without saying anything, he intended to run away from this confusing situation.
“Do not be afraid. I am the same as you,” he said as he waved at Orion.
Maybe, get him to talk?
“Sorry, this must be scary,” Orion said as he hid both hands behind his back.
“It's okay. I'm used to seeing it. Let's sit for a while in the chair and talk?” he pointed to the long chair near them.
Feeling that he would be fine and there was no instinct to tell him to leave, Orion said the old man.
The two of them sat next to each other and were full of awkwardness tonight.
“Many people are like us but most of them are still hiding in the shadows of the world. The suffering they had gone through made him want revenge.”
I don't know if there's any wind, what he said. But for sure it offends NED Fighters in the present. Experiencing suffering and then revenge with their strength.
“Your blood is warm. Just one touch will make everyone complacent, all will obey and bend their knees in front of you,” he said with a grin.
Orion listened. While biting her lower lip and looking down, Orion tried to hold back on the instinct that told her to do something to the man.
Everyone was after him because of this blood. However, there are some people who know it even though Orion does not know them at all. That's too suspicious.
Including this man ...
“Sorry, rather than stronger, I would rather survive any way.”
“What's the difference? Just like ambition. If you have ambition, it will make you strong. Survival, training, fighting or any other way, it all sounds the same.”.
“Sorry only.” Orion again apologized, because such a mindset does not fit his personality.
“Without ambition, everyone can be strong. But being strong is not my goal,” Orion said as he moved off the bench.
“Then, what is your goal to train yourself like that? It is impossible that you prepare such weapons and deadly attacks aimlessly, right?” The man asked.
“All I want is death.”
He turned and walked away.
“Wait, what do you mean?!” The man did not really understand, so asked again with a raised voice.
“Yes, I want to die. That's it,” explained Orion then left.
***
Elsewhere, a motorway at night. The situation there is quite crowded with many police officers. They are investigating a case that happened there.
Where a large truck fell, one sedan car was destroyed and another car that had been cut into two parts was scorched.
Just then, Gista drove the car and stopped at a stop bar in the middle of the road. He comes with Endaru, Raka and his fiance Hery. They all got in one car. And there were a few other black cars that followed, they were veteran members.
“Gista! What the fuck? Why do we stop here after a long trip and even broke down in the middle of the road just now, hey?” Hery nagging.
“Do not fuss, here one of my members disappeared,” ketus Gista.
Gista told the other members to split up to the side behind this highway. They spread widely in search of Mahanta's existence.
“Hey, is Orion also missing here?” endaru asked Gista awkwardly.
“No, Orion is in L-Karta city. I'll be there soon but there are things I have to do with them.”
Gista then walked past the roadblock, he approached the officers to discuss something so that this incident was not spread.
“Ah, sorry, Miss. You better not come here.”
“Let me take over this task. If needed, I will contact the President now,” said Orion.
They look at each other. Wondering who was the woman before them until they dared to call the President because of the problems that occurred here.
And after that, their superiors were contacted by someone related to the President. With a restless and doubtful face, but after a while of chatting with that person, he then decided to retreat.
“Please, Miss. I will try to suppress this incident so as not to spread more widely.”