Lucky is His Power

⌊ It's been a day since we met him. We were on high alert, scanning every single corner of the city. We thought he would be back if we weren't cautious. The best we could do was keep moving. We couldn't be staying in one place.

"Yord!"
"Zeed!"
"Win?"
"She's in the shelter."

We signaled each other from afar. Thank goodness we both knew how to whistle, use hand gestures, and sign language. Those were good skills to have in a moment like this.

"Let's keep moving!"
"I go get Win."

He went inside the shelter and came out with Wiwin. This mission went well so far. A day without seeing him was nice, but the stress was getting to us. Our heartbeats were fast. We kept sweating because we were on high alert.

"Wait! Zeed, Jordan."

Wiwin stopped us when we were about to run.

"We can't stop here, Win. We have to..." I got cut off by Wiwin.
"What if that person is nice? We have no idea, right?"

I glared at her. I knew that after I shouted at the guy, Jordan and Wiwin had no idea what I was talking about, but how could she be thinking like this now? Didn't she hear what I said?

I was about to shout at her, but Jordan did it first. "Nice? NICE? WIN! HE WAS THE REASON MY PARENTS DIED! HOW COULD WE TRUST HIM?!"

It was my first time seeing him snap. He continued, "HE MADE ALL OF US SUFFER! THIS IS WHY OUR COUNTRY BECAME A WRECK. DON'T! BE! AN IDIOT!"

I tapped him on his belly. "Stop!" He glanced at me, then back to Wiwin. She cried and crouched. She slowly covered her face with her hands.

I crawled to her and said, "Win... We need to..." I was offering my hand. I was about to pat her, but she refused and slapped my hand.

"NO! Don't be... I am an idiot."
"Don't say that."

I glared at Jordan. In response, he turned away. I looked back at Wiwin and said, "We are in stress, three of us. I know Jordan didn't mean to shout at you."

Jordan was about to say something, but I quickly said, "RIGHT, YORD?"

I could tell he was annoyed, but he answered regardless, "Right... Sorry, Win."

Wiwin wiped her tears and said, "I will pay both of you back! I promise."
"You don't have..."
"NO! I will! Don't stop me! I'm a part of you. We are in the same group. This time, I will make it right."

In that moment, I felt chill. As I felt it, Wiwin did too. I looked back at Jordan. He also got chill.

"He's near."

We looked around, but no one was there. We continued running, but before we could get very far, a flyer suddenly flew into Wiwin's face, carried by the wind.

"AH! What the hell?!"

She wiped it and looked at it. I saw her face brighten. I asked, "What is it?"

She answered, "Nothing." If it was nothing, then why did she shove that flyer into her pocket? Was that something that interested her? She wasn't thinking of something reckless again, was she?

Before my mind wandered off, Jordan called, "Hey! Stop daydreaming and keep moving."
"Right!"

We ran again...
Didn't think where we would end up...

...

A week passed; we were still on the run. We reached the edge of West Jakarta. We knew where we were because of a massive man-made river called the East Flood Canal. Jordan scanned around and said, "Should we settle down here?"

I looked over and thought, "This is a good place to hide... but..."

Before I could finish my thoughts, Wiwin suggested, "How about there!" She pointed in a direction.

Jordan and I looked over; we both said, "An abandoned house?"

"It's safer... right?"

Jordan and I exchanged glances, and we nodded in agreement.

"Alright, we will settle there. Zeed?"
"I'll find food. Don't worry."
"Great. Win?"
"I will be sure to find good wood for fire tonight!"
"Don't be reckless."
"It has been a week. I know what I'm doing."

We were on our merry way to do our parts for the group. Not going to brag, but Jordan was really great at leading a group— Having him as our leader made things much easier for us. It was a miracle that we survived a week in a big city.

"Living a good life, I see."

I stood still, hearing that voice. I quickly panned back, but he stopped me mid-turn. His left index finger was on my neck while I looked to my right. He was there behind me, smiling sinisterly.

"Wh... What are you doing here?"
"Didn't I tell you?'

His face slowly crept into my right ear. He whispered, "I'm your saviour. How was it like to have my luck for a week?"

My body ached, and I felt as if a block of ice had just dropped behind me. I talked groggily, "Wh... What... do you want... with us... exactly?"

He didn't answer my question. He put away his left index finger and dashed back.

"HEY!" Before I could say anything or look at him, he vanished.

He talked to me telepathically...
How could he have done that? A hero could only have one power... right? Unless he had some help from someone.

"Listen here, non-believer. I'm Arkanda Malitopest. A priest of the East commands you to surrender to God and accept his offer. In return, you have to praise him with your dear life..."

I cut him off. "I would never!"

Then a strong wind blew straight into me. He continued, "Perhaps you need another week... or months to be convinced of God's power."

The voice vanished, and I screamed, "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? COME BACK HERE!"

Wiwin heard my scream and followed it right to me. Wiwin asked, "Zeed... Why are you screaming?"

"Win?"

I was about to talk about Justice Saint, but then I thought about it. Wiwin has been through more than she could chew. I ended up not telling her. "No... It's nothing."

This is the first time I was surprised by how easily someone could read my face. "Was it Justice Saint, or whoever that guy is?"

I looked at her, shocked. She continued, "I knew it!" She rushed into me and wrapped her hands around my left hand. She walked me to the abandoned house and said, "No secrets between us. We're in a group now. Tell everything that bothers you."

"I..."
"You know what? That could be our first rule for this group— No secrets allowed, unless it's a group secret."
"... That... How does that work?"
"Don't keep secrets between us, but keep it from outsiders."
"Oh... right." ⌉