ORION
Lute player
Memory after memory forcibly enters. Flowing rapidly, like a waterfall that falls down and hits the rocks at the base hard.
The pain to make Orion's head turn, his ears were ringing loudly and the whole body trembled strongly. He huddled in the street holding his head and screaming in pain.
The man who was originally faceless as well as his old stature turned younger to around the age of 20 years. A tickling laugh stared at Orion who was wriggling like that, he was very satisfied.
What Orion saw at the moment was, the memory of one of the people. Which is where he stands parallel to some people. Both men and women.
View of a city seen from above. Orion realized that when he was on the hill. The figure he lives in memory is not so clear, only this figure is deformed in the slightly blurry part of his eye.
“I am in the memory of a stranger. Who her? I can't see clearly. Just vaguely.”
“You're struggling what?”
“Eh?”
It was unexpected that Orion spoke and could be heard by the person beside him. Orion feels that he is in the past itself.
“That man ..what else did I do? But, when viewed this way, I seem to know them a little including ..” Orion.
Orion now saw everyone around him. 5 people were in the front row, and 5 more people were behind him. Orion is on the left side.
There was a woman on her right side, a tall posture with curly hair tied up. His face was neither too old nor young, but there was something of strength encompassing his right hand. Sort of wind.
“Like Mahanta,” think Orion.
Some others are just as striking. But only one of these women was in the front row. And again, one of the men with a large body dressed in a furry black suit.
His face was invisible as it was covered in half a mask. In the end, all he saw was the posture, the manner of dressing and the one-sided smile.
“Chameleon?” That's what he thought he saw the man.
And now, after a while. He suddenly held a stringed instrument, a lute. Then a group of people around him moved to destroy the city in front of them.
Burning, shapeless, corpses, blood pooled like a sea of red. Screams were heard to echo all over the surface of the city.
“What?”
The body of the figure that Orion was in moved involuntarily, Orion could not control it at all. His fingers played the strings of the lute freely, sounding a melodious but painful voice for the people around.
The purpose of the group Orion believes is Chameleon is unclear.
“Hei!”
Orion is trying to call someone who might recognize the person he is living with. And then the woman reappeared.
“Why just bengong? Hurry hurry! Destroy the city and make this region Chameleon!”
The deg! His heart beats harder in one go. As the clouds blackened, the atmosphere in the city grew increasingly gripping with the smell of death gushing all over.
Reflex, he closes his nose.
“I get it, something. Chameleon, intending to make everyone in the city of Y-Karta as a NED Warrior just like him.”
That's what Orion believes, and rightly so. Highlight the eyes of the comrades this figure looked cold yet also enjoyed this massacre.
Taps! Someone patted his shoulder. The man with bandages all over his face.
“You're right. The city of Y-Karta is its beginning.”
Memory is back mixed. Nausea, sick of how he felt. His head was back in pain. Shortly after that, he returned to reality.
“Halo? You still alive? Because we're a little bit alike, so I think those memories will come to you smoothly too. How?”
Still in his position, he groaned in pain. Orion tried to say a few words.
“Mak ...what do you mean? Show it all directly!”
“Yes, geez. If you already know what happened, it means we share memories. Don't you understand why you're alive now?”
There was only one thing Orion could think of when this man said that.
“Blood connecting soul and body ..”
“Really! Now, try to look at me! Don't you feel like I'm a little different?”
The young face was indeed unfamiliar but there were some items surrounding it and one of them Orion recognized. Lutes.
It turned out that the figure he had inhabited earlier in memory, was this man.
“Ha ..we are the same? You have rare blood like me and you also make us share memories. Who exactly are you? I don't feel the intention of killing you, but I suspect,” ketus Orion.
“Of course. I intend to hide it. After all the things you want to know, everything has gone into your head,” said the man as he pointed at his head.
Orion slowly moved from there. He was lunglai, his steps were limping and his vision was a little blurry. Then, there was something strange happening to his body at this moment.
Orion then raised both hands, seeing the lines on both of his wrists appear, he gasped. For a moment he was silent with trembling hands, he panicked.
Orion walked away from the man. Raising the sleeves of the clothes and again he saw lines like stitches on his upper arms.
“Back again, I'm almost back to my form?” orion muttered.
The drap! The drap!
Sima came right after Orion left that alley. Sima glanced around and could not find what he was looking for. And his gaze then fell on a man there.
“It turns out, are you here?” sima tangent.
“Why is it cold?”
“You, have you seen a child here?” Sima changed the subject.
“No, tuh.” The man then shrugged both shoulders while shaking his head.
Sima looked at him cynically. He did not believe the man's words.
“While Mr. Chameleon is looking for you. But now you're doing great here. Then, you even lied?” he walked forward.
“What does this have to do with you, and please don't connect with Mr. Chameleon. I already intend to get out of there,” he said with the biggest smile.
***
Orion ran in any direction. By withstanding his changes until he gains a hiding place around. If you hope not to meet the enemy, it looks like it will be very difficult.
Especially the complexion that was on his back was still felt, and at any time the woman would find Orion again.
“I could be very unlucky, yes. Eve killed this I feel, surely that woman again.”