Petir in MafiaLand

Chap 3

There were few things Petir had caught up on the way to his 'enemy's base.

Besides some minor changes in the city, everything was practically the same as his world. Except for his old, cozy house in his memory, well, in his original form's memory, in Malaysia capital had been somehow replaced with a giant mansion at the end of the city. Petir had gaped at its size as they got out of the car. At his awe, Yaya chuckled into her hand and pulled the dazed boy inside.

Fang had excused himself and drove off to the airport after dropping them at the mansion, but his older version was a different story. The man continued to follow them down the hall and Petir could feel he was being watched closely like prey in the predator's den. Well, it was not much wrong in his current situation, but it didn't mean he found the sensation of someone's gaze burning a hole in his back the most pleasant thing in the world. Petir grimaced and shifted closer to Yaya, retraining himself from turning back.

The empty hall echoed their footsteps, one was noticeably lighter than the rest, the hunter footsteps. The lack of conversation started driving Petir up to his limit.

Fortunate for Petir, his torture ended as they reached a room with a door painted white. Its contrasting appearance to the other dark color ones they had passed identified it was an infirmary. Before she opened the door, Yaya turned her head at the other him.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" A statement, not a question. She didn't sway when the stubborn man growled out a 'no'. "I don't think he will be happy if you keep acting on your own."

"The second time today."

The sentence slapped the older Petir hard in the face, or that was what appeared to the boy. The man gawked at her then looked down to Petir, but he swept his head to the side, promptly ignoring him. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance. He glanced back at Yaya, opened his mouth, but thought against it and stomped away without another word.

The girl in pink shook her head at the display of childish behavior. She opened the white doors and uttered Petir in.

"Come on, Let's have your wounds checked, the sooner the better."

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Yaya blinked at the radiograph of Petir's left leg, which was in her hand. She double checked it while a patched Petir shifted on his spot on the white bed.

"It's lucky that the bullet completely pierced through the muscles of your leg, so it didn't leave you a broken bone or a bullet inside your leg," Yaya said, squinted at the radiograph. "However, I admit that I'm amazed by the healing ability of your body. The bullet hole is almost closed itself. Its regenerative process is even faster than the Mutant!"

Petir pressed his lips tight as he peered down the said leg, now had been covered in a fresh white bandage. Indeed to her words, the intense pain in there had vanished not long ago, replaced by a numb sensation. Peitr doubted it was the result of the whatever-their-name-were medicine she had given him. Hence, there was a tiny little problem...

How could he explain to her that his miraculous recovery might come from the fact he wasn't human, but some sort of elemental power materialization? Heck, Petir even didn't belong to her world from the beginning.

He decided that fending innocent would be the best solution.

"I don't know. It has always been like that." He answered, as nonchalant as a fourteen could be.

That was not a total lie, just a half-truth. Peitr heard Yaya hummed at his reply, for his eyes had glued to the floor ever since he replied. The boy was aware of the familiar presence of a pair of dark amber orbs trailing on him. However, Yaya placed the radiograph down then processed to rearrange some papers scattering on her table. If the girl didn't buy his reply, she seemed to keep it for herself. Petir couldn't stop himself from letting out a relieved sigh.