The Weakest Undefeated
Prologue: Where I stand
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|Novel is not intended for readers under 17 years and who are easily disturbed, this whole story is just fiction should not imitate or bring it to the real world. Just enjoy it and take the lesson (if any), again this is not a novel for your underage already big all your actions please bear alone do not try to copy the kayak scene in the film or novel and end silly truss in fact the creator, do not try to imitate, again, don't be silly. So much Thank you.|
Caste...
A chasm created between difference, poor and rich, talented and without talent, smart and stupid. A dark world without dreams or hopes, the best will be destined to get the best while we who are wasted will always fight for the rest. That's what I realized when I was 8.
Taps... Taps... Tap
I stopped my steps when I heard a small groan,
“To-please..”.
I lyric around nothing but darkness. hallucinations? Or misheard? I removed the headset that clogged my ears to make sure. However, only the silence and the sound of the night breeze could be heard. The clock showed me at 8pm on my phone screen that was starting to dim.
Silent.....
After being sure there was nothing and only the sound of the wind was heard I finally put my headset back on and played back the song while continuing my way home from the bookstore.
Taps... Taps... Cpleks... Cpleks...
Suddenly my shoes became wet after passing through an invisible puddle of water. “Yeah, damn it I am. This is why street lights must be repaired immediately, haduh. hopefully tomorrow can be dry for sekola-“.
The mat! The mat! The mat!
The drops of water dripping over my head stopped my sentence and made me aware of the irregularities. The rain? In the middle of this summer? I secured my phone into the bag with my headset and rushed home.
“To..long...” The sound of moans that are getting weaker is not up to my ears that continue to run without looking back.
The next day I was petrified while tying my shoes to go to school. Sweat kept pouring out of my head nonstop with both of my hands constantly shaking.
“Eh, you know enggk? Earlier this morning the corpse of Mr. Erno was stuck in a roadside tree," said one resident from outside the door.
“Already said it is still stubborn old man bangka, that's the result so kapok,” say his friend happy.
Last night it wasn't raindrops. From the beginning it was impossible to rain in the middle of summer like this. Everything was clear, the answer was already plastered in front of me.
It was not water either, it was not a puddle and it was neither a hallucination nor a mishearing. All the question marks that flooded me that night were answered. The faint piece by piece became clear, the feeble groan I thought was a hallucination and almost inaudible it became clear as I recalled.
‘Please...'
And what I passed by was not a puddle of water, that's what my shoes were said to be mixed with blood. I threw away my shoes and ran to the bathroom sink with a cracked mirror.
Yuck....
My whole breakfast and my energy went straight out to make me limp. A paled face and a trembling body.
"Then again." Every time I look at the blood I instantly remember the incident, "I am Dion, I am Dion, I am Dion, I am Dion, I am not He!"
With my spare shoes I left my house to go to school. However, my steps came to a halt, without me noticing that suddenly the world went dark. I saw the clock still showing at 7 am but the street atmosphere was so dark as night.
I looked around but there was nothing but darkness, no sound, no sign of life, everything was so silent....
"A - What is this!" I tried to mutter but my mouth made no sound at all. Street lights one by one lit up consecutively from a distance. Every dim light illuminated the fear in my body that was growing.
The road I walk every morning is covered with blood everywhere. I was silent with both of my trembling legs looking towards the light that was guiding me.
Clip!
The sound of the street lights on my head shone and drove out a small amount of darkness around me and showed a pair of girls' legs facing towards me.
Mats... Mats... Mats...
Blood kept dripping down beside his feet until it formed a small puddle.
"Run!"
"I have to run!"
All the cells in my body were shouting danger warnings to get out of there. However, my feet would not listen to my will. Sweat pouring profusely, the heart beating fast, I immediately panicked and hit my legs so I could move when I saw the two legs of the girl began to step closer to me.
"Hey, do you know where Artia's sister is?" ask the girl spookily.
My body was overwhelmed with fear and panic to the point of ignoring his questions.
"MOVE!!!"
"MOVE!!!"
The more he approached, his body slowly began to be seen from the light rays of the street above me.
Taps!
Taps!
Taps!
The sound of his footsteps was getting closer and clearer.
Clip!
The light of the crossing sign illuminated the street and created a shadow of the girl under my feet,
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
"I'LL BE KILLED!!!"
*"RUN! I MUST***LARI***!"
Shouting couldn't, moving couldn't, all I had were two hands trembling in fear, fighting him was a suicide what could an 8-year-old boy do against him?
"COME ON!!!!!"
"MOVE!!!!!!"
I hit both of my thighs. But there is no result. Slowly the girl got closer to her knife covered in blood.
Taps!
Taps!
Jem!
The shadow of the girl came to a halt and suddenly a blood appeared flooding her shadow. I raised my face and saw the figure of a tall, masked man standing behind the girl with his hands piercing through the chest of the girl.
The man pulled out his hand with the heart of the girl within his grasp,
*Brak***!
The girl fell down and at the same time the world returned to normal light again. I was just astonished to see that man standing there with no shadow and soon a woman of her age walked up behind me and passed me by.
"Time's up, we need to get back, Mr. Dion." The woman said with respect. The woman glanced at me and immediately turned her body and approached me with an enthusiastic face, "Hey, look at Mister. He looks a lot like you." Show that woman to me who is in shock.
"It's not similar, but he was me 20 years ago" he replied with a grimy mask.
"Hmm.. what a wonderful coincidence that you can meet the Master while still naive." He turned around and went back to the man.
Suddenly the bodies of the two of them began to shine, "Hey, boy!" remember the person who claimed to be me from that future.
Before I answered her words they both instantly disappeared along with the bright light. However, the girl's corpse was covered in blood and everything still remained behind, with a thought filled with questions I left the place.
Reporting everything that just happened to the security side is also meaningless. The law will not move for the people of the lower class like us (Seed), there is no such thing as security, justice or trust. Cheating or being deceived, betrayed or betrayed, killed or killed, all just for the sake of fighting over the rest of the seats from the top to achieve a slightly better future.
The strong will endure, the intelligent will move, the wise will fall silent. That's the world I knew when I was 8. That's the world I live in, that's the destiny I have to live, accept and face. There's nothing I can do to change all this, I'm not an Exceed born with superhuman abilities, I'm just a Seed or in other words, no power. my life is like a little pebble on the side of a highway. Whether or not I am, struggling or standing still will not bring any change to the world.
But even so, I still want to live. There are things I want to achieve, there are things I want to achieve, there are things I want to protect, a comfort that arises between us that continues to grow. 10 Years did not seem to have passed and I finally found the answer to my feelings...
"I love you, Artia."