Legionaries

Peter Priyambodo

October 27th, 2018

At 08.22

THE COLD BLOOD that flowed in his pulverizer was the most deadly weapon of destruction. The child has transformed into a predatory animal that is always hungry. No one thought that the frail and often sickly young man turned out to be the most feared life-taking figure in the country.

Rama Lazuardi's. I don't know where I got that name. Maybe I just chose it from old newspaper articles. But that's the name I've pinned to remove any trace of his true identity. The boy has grown up. He was no longer the boy who the other day came with a helpless body. The boy had grown up in a perfect body. But that didn't lead him to a bright world. Because only the smell of blood can satisfy his desire.

I never saw the wrath in his eyes. But seeing the way he played his prey, it was enough to melt my doubts all along. The various horrifying sights I witnessed on the battlefield were unable to match the brutality it displayed today.

The five-star general finally took his life at the hands of the boy. Even though his body was already drooping weakly, the young man did not just let go. Finished dismantling Edi Harsono's ribs, blindly, he uprooted his heart and heart. Already, his hand that decorated with blades tore all parts of the body of the poor general to ravage poranda.

"That's enough!"

I tried to ambush him, asking him to stop the brutal act. The young man according. That second too, he was pecking. He switched to look at me.

"GRAYR!" Unexpectedly, the boy again grinned. Faintly, the sound of molars clashed with each other. Thick burrowed through his beard, then went down to wet the face of Edi Harsono who had turned deathly pale.

"You hear me? Enough already!"

The boy flinched. It just gets louder and louder. Slowly, he began to move his heavy steps. He approached me. It's like he's done playing with Edi Harsono. Instead, he was targeting a new victim.

This time I found a worthy opponent to match my gaze. It's hard to believe, it's the kid who can do it. Meanwhile, the tip of the blade on his ten fingers squeaked, crashing against the floor of my room. I grimaced. My sense of hearing is disturbed.

"CLOUD! STOP THAT!" There was a loud sound from the doorway. Silence jerks. Dr. Edward, that bule guy came too. Then Teja, Raymond, and Mark. But the boy did not care about their presence. As fast as lightning, it moved against me.

BUKK! I didn't realize it yet, the pace of the child's attack stopped. Teja managed to fend it off. The East Wind was suddenly in front of me, clutching the boy's wrist. The faces of the two clustered, clashing with each other's strength.

"Retreat, Juragan!" Teja. Already then, he stomped his hand and the boy crashed. Pushed a few steps, the boy again growled. Not long after, he returned to Teja, trying to retaliate.

BUKK! The boy's fist landed heavily on Teja's cheek. The East Wind staggered as well. Not yet he had time to balance the body, the child immediately launched a follow-up attack. His claws were on Teja's right shoulder. The East Wind was lucky to have dodged. Already, the hands of the two are pounding each other, attacking each other, and agitating each other in seconds. Both were in a fierce battle. Rapid attacks go hand in hand with lightning sprigs. But Teja's focus is better. His elbow hit the kid's nose. There was the sound of broken cartilage. The attack was temporarily halted.

When the boy fell, Raymond took part. He grabbed the child's body. His puffy arms slipped on the boy's armpits and bent them firmly.

"TEJA!" Markus exclaims. He then threw a syringe at Teja. Deftly, the East Wind jumped up and grabbed him, then landed his knees on the boy's thigh to lock his legs, making him unable to move. Teja didn't waste the opportunity. He immediately stuck the tip of the syringe into the boy's neck.

"AAAKKHL!" The boy shouted. He rebelled. His hands and feet stomped with all their might to make the bodies of both opponents bounce.

The boy tried to get up. This time his steps were broken. But he didn't give up. He came back to me. Breath hunting. His eyes again looked at me. Luckily, the anesthetic liquid reacted quickly, preceding its tiredness. Before I could reach my body, the boy collapsed. No longer moving.

The situation is under control. I turned to Edward who was still stunned in the doorway. "What the fuck? You have a reasonable explanation? Why doesn't he recognize me?"

"Is that the monster you were referring to?" ask again.

"I never created a monster. After all, a personality that has animal instincts is created by itself. Is he a monster? Didn't you and the General label him Monster?"

For a moment I was stunned. Dr. Edward was not wrong. It was I who created a monster in that boy. It was I who facilitated Edi Harsono's desire to make him a predatory monster.

"One more thing. Is there any chance that the child's past memories will recover in the near future?" Markus apparently could not resist his curiosity.

"I can't be sure yet. Again, more research is needed to answer that question. In fact, I don't fully understand what really happened with the boy. The movement of the subconscious is very dynamic. It's very difficult to control. Therefore, we should take him to Germany for further investigation."

Silent atmosphere. Silence in the corners of the room. Seven men are born. Five people were shocked. A fainting. While another one was stiff.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!

Silence jerks. Bullets were heard from outside the building. I try to control myself. I exhaled a cynical snort. "They've come. The police members of that special detachment will destroy this place."

"Lalu kita harus bagaimana?" Wajah Edward panik. Jelas sekali ia tidak terbiasa dengan situasi seperti ini.

"Go. Take the kid. I'll hold them as much as I can" I said, relaxed.

Markus suddenly got angry. It seems that he did not want to accept my decision to stay in this place. "Edi Harsono's men might be able to hold them for a few minutes. That's enough time to escape together, Pap. Come on." Comeon."

Hearing the terrified reaction from the look in my son's eyes, I tried to look at him deeply. "I don't want to take your share. I raised that child. Now it's your turn. Go." I said, turning away and directing my way to my wardrobe. After opening the door, I grabbed a few clothes hanging in the closet.

The winchester model 70. It's been sitting in the corner of this closet for years with those magazine boxes that were his life. Slowly, I put my grip on the teak-handled long-barreled gun. I looked closely at his thin slender barrel body.

Finally we meet again, my friend, my broom in my heart to the thing that I had kept tight in that closet for a long time.

After picking up a box of magazines, I went to my bedroom window and observed the atmosphere outside. Several troop platoons appear to be engaged in a firefight down there.

"Go, Markus!" I cried, this time I insisted on keeping my eyes out the window.

I admit my mood is uncertain, but I keep trying to hide my face from Mark, my son. Maybe that would make it easier in a situation like this. All this time, I've never felt that water on my tongue. The water coming from both eyelids was like salt water.

Cocked trigger sound. "GO!" seruku, again.

Although somewhat hesitant and heavy-hearted, Markus seemed to start stepping out of the room slowly. Meanwhile, I stood facing the window. Again, I don't want to look Mark in the face for the last time. I think it will make things better, both for me and for him. Because if he sees salt water pooling in my eyelids, it will weigh down his steps.

The Sun God is with you, my son.