ORION
Makian Jhon, Orion's Rage Stirred Later
Orion came back through the same window. After entering, one of the people who was about to enter the toilet was shocked.
“Sorry.”
That one word was all Orion could say and left as if nothing had happened. In hospitals, everywhere there is always an antiseptic smell and honestly this smell is very disgusting. Making Orion unable to bear it, even if he wanted to leave, he actually thought of the old man's words before.
“Blood that makes people fall asleep. Bend and bend the knee. But somehow for me, this blood is such a coward. Who can only run when they feel danger or kill if they feel they can,” muttered Orion.
While walking back to his room, he again met one of the sisters who looked as if he was pacing in front of his room.
“I'm here. No need to worry,” said Orion called him.
“Ah, thank goodness! I came to check on you again, but where have you been?”
This sister who always worked to take care of him, he also had witnessed Orion standing at the window and made him afraid.
“I'm fine. So maybe it is not needed,” Orion said with a smile.
The nurse held Orion's forehead and felt that her body temperature had returned to normal. Not like a few hours ago.
“Can't just be like this. Bones, heart rate and breath should ..”
“Bless Dr. Eka, I'm totally healed. If my parents come, maybe I'll go home. And ..ah, yes! I have his permission,” said Orion bouncing.
The nurse took a long breath. He doubted the words of a child, but he remembered the words of Dr. Eka who said that Orion has a mature mind, mature, healthy and agile child.
“Good. But sleep for now. Your parents will pick you up, so at least take a break.”
After the sister's departure, Orion opened the door and stepped in.
Brak! Someone slammed the door until Orion's leg was pinched. He looked back and saw a man with a black mask.
“Jhon, why are you here?” orion asked tightly, vexed every time he saw such a proud brat like this.
“I should have asked. Why are you here, so alive?”
Jhon stepped back, immediately Orion opened the door and deliberately let Jhon into his room.
“So, what do you want? I'm sure you were injured and had a hard time fighting ahead of him,” Orion thought.
“Heh, cocky. You think that just by hurting my shoulder, I'll fall as easily as your friend? Don't be a pussy,” says mock.
Orion's eyes were shocked. Hearing the words of Jhon, it means to lead to Mahanta.
“Where is Mahanta?! Where is that guy?” asked Orion raising his voice.
“Do you think?”
Jhon looked at her with a frown, as he drew his face closer to her. Showing deep incision wounds on the face.
“I just smeared my face with ointment, because bandages would block my view. Surely you know, why am I like this and stay alive now.”
The slashed part of the face shows reddish flesh that is still clear enough to be seen up close. The former attack of some kind was hit by such a thick sharp weapon, it was obvious because of Mahanta's wind-powered attack.
Who else but him, since last night they met and set him apart.
“Ah, it looks like you've made a full recovery. Don't tell me, you've met Dr. Eka, yes?” jhon chirps while circling around Orion's body.
The flames are rising. Orion's emotions peak when Jhon indirectly says that Mahanta is gone. It is difficult to control emotions at an older age (real age 50).
“Wah, it looks like we can't talk anymore.”
A shadow appeared irregularly. Fly anywhere until finally covering the floor and walls around. Which then stopped moving as the edges of the shadows swooped down from the room sky.
“Mahanta is a strong man. Although I do not know how much power, but I can kera.”
The ends of each shadow made point toward Orion and his fire. The pitch-black shadow grew thicker considering that Orion was resting on the floor.
“So, you mean he's stronger than me?” sahut Jhon's.
“Ya, of course,” said Orion sure but he is still late to his feelings of regret.
A man he knew had died because of someone? The fact is unbelievable, even killing as if it were such a commonplace thing ...
“Hm, but as I recall he was already lying limp with a pool of blood there. Well, at most he has become a wild dog food,” he said demeaningly.
“The longer you've pissed me off. If you're after me, then never touch anyone else with your dirty hands,” ketus Orion.
Orion clenched both fists, his anger getting ignited as well as the fire that continued to burn as if oil and charcoal were piled up in it.
It was set on a great fire, and made the fire grow bigger like a living creature.
“Mahanta, he's just a bully. And now it's your turn!”
Jhon raised his hands high, instantly the end of each shadow formed sharpened and thickened.
Cracks! Cracks! Cracks!
For a second, all the pointed ends came down and hit the floor and body of Orion until Orion's body was invisible because it was covered by all the shadows.
Jhon stood just behind Orion and was only about 20 cm away from him. Of course he was affected by his own attack but it all vanished and was swallowed into Jhon's own body.
Orion's fire was extinguished once all the shadows hit his body but not long after, the fire came back to life and cut the shadow with a red dagger attached to one of his arms.
All the shadows returned to Jhon's body and not a single blow damaged the floor except Orion's body which was scratched in every part of his body.
Gradually, the fire was extinguished as Orion himself as well as the sharp blade melted like blood.
“B*j*ng*n! This boy seems to have looked at me like that, even though he was badly injured. Still lucky you get treatment from him,” kecam and Jhon told him.
With a sharp look in his eyes, Orion glanced at him. Orion's emotions peaked after this youngster cursed at him.
“Hey, son. Watch your talk with the parents!” peekik Orion advised him. But with a feeling of annoyance, anger was always ignited even until his face looked scary like that.
With both eyebrows bent, the corners of the lips and eyes are flat. Orion spoke resolutely when advising him.
“Hah? The boy? What are you talking about? You brat!” ketus Jhon was upset as he opened his black mask.
Orion is an old, elderly man. Grandparents with gray hair, should. Once angered and sickened, it is unforgiving to forgive someone who made it so.
Unless you pass the qualification.
“Basic brat!”