ONE-Chapter 1

The Senders

Karma is real, that’s our existence for

Story by Z.U.M

It depends on yourself. If you do a good thing, then you get a good one. But, if you do a bad thing—you will pay for

your sins.

ONE

Two and a half years ago

A couple of husband and wife looked so gloomy. The wife was crying in sorrow and her husband hugged their son tightly. The boy was kept in silent, holding his tears with heavy pressure in his chest.

"Is there a way to prevent it, Doctor? Please, don't let my son be blind! He's still 14...." The man, begging for his son as a father.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lucius... But without a donor, all we can do is slowing down the process of his blindness." The doctor apologized, "Perhaps your son just has one or two years until he really loses his sight."

The boy held his father's hands softly, "Pa, I'm okay." He was gently smiling, "We still have a lot of time to find a donor, don't we?"

Tears almost ran down from a pair of sapphire blue eyes that man had—the same pair as his son's eyes. He didn't

believe that his only son would lose his eyes. It was the side effect of an accident Dzaky, his son, had before. The suspect of that accident ran away right after his car crashed into him. The police are still chasing the suspect, but the process was going too slow. It was just a common accident case, so they didn't give a shit. As a part of the middle-low people, Lucius and his family couldn't force such a thing. The inequity of the law and the justice that only

existed for middle-high people were such ironies in this country.

But on that day, both of Lucius or Yuna didn't know that the doctor said something important—really, really important—to their son:

"Do you want to get justice for you?"

Present time

Dzaky opens his eyes slowly. He yawns and stretches a bit after fall asleep on his Indonesian Literature Class. He looks at his small watch, seeing how long he was asleep. But in a glance, he sees his own eyes. Or no. It’s not his eyes. It's from a donor, if he can say so. Because the one who donated his eyes to him didn’t sign any approval letter before.

Now, his eyes are ashen grey. But he still wearing glasses because he loves it. And in addition, his face looks very

different without glasses. It’s good when he has to disguise. A lot of people won’t recognize who is that auburn-haired teenager.

Yoga, his friend, pats his shoulder, "Hey, Ri! We're going to the game center after school. Let's go with us!"

“Ah, sorry, Dhi. My cousin will pick me up.” Dzaky touches the back of his neck, a sign when he feels bad, “Maybe next time?”

"But next time you should come with us, okay?" Yoga pinches Dzaky's cheek, and his friend just nods to him while muttering to himself. Yoga seems like he wants to say something, but he only stares at Dzaky for a minute.

“What’s wrong, Big Boy? Is there something on my face?”

"No." Yoga slight blushing, Dzaky caught his stare, "No, I mean, you look good without glasses."

Dzaky chuckles, "Thanks, bro. You're not the one who said it."

“Make sure you hang out with us next time, Destarius.”

“I will, Mahardhika.”

And then Yoga walks back to his desk and have some chat with his other friends. Meanwhile, Dzaky checks his phone before the next teacher comes. Sometimes he still wonders, it has been two years that he has been living a life like this. Day by day passed with peacefully. Except for one thing:

‘You have a new job, Saber.’

He plays as an angel, represents of good karma.

Half an hour before school was over, a young man sat at the lobby, waiting for an auburn-haired teenage boy. Lucas

Iskariot, with his fake appearance, gives his charming smile for every woman who passes by in front of him. He said to everyone that he is waiting for his little cousin to take him to visit their grandmother. And after the bells ring and all students cheer up happily, Lucas gets up to greet his so-called-cousin.

Dzaky is still chatting with Yoga and the others when he sees Lucas waving his hand to him. "I'm sorry, Dhi... My cousin is coming, bye-bye!" He asks for leaving.

“Okay, be careful on your way.” Yoga rubs Dzaky’s hair.

"You too." Dzaky replies and then he leaves his friends behind. After that, he sighs at Lucas, "So, where are we going this time? To RSUD (acronym of the regional public hospital in the Indonesian Language) in Bhagasasi, or to a random orphanage, or-"

Lucas hands a piece of paper to Dzaky. "It's the case of the maniac who kidnapped and raped 9 boys since last

month."

“Wait.” The younger stops his step, “You want me to do what?" his words were sharp as a dagger.

“Don’t make a fuss, Saber. You know I killed someone for your eyes.”

"No!" Dzaky refuses in a tremble, "I never ask you for! And you said all I have to do is a good thing, not something like this!”

Lucas grabs Dzaky's hand, "I don't want to force you, Dzaky Destarius. Just do it as Saber.” He lets go of the younger’s hand, “I’ll give you a week. Now, I’ll take you home.”

Two years ago

A deep voice hit the boy's ears when he awakened, "Congratulations, Destarius! Your eyes surgery was done well. We will open your bandages tomorrow."

“Who is my donor?” The boy asked calmly.

"It will violate the privacy policy if I tell you who your donor is."

“Is he dead?” Dzaky asked again, “I mean a man who crashed me by his car?”

That boy could hear the young man beside him chuckled, "I don't know what you meant, boy. But for your information, you can't be an eye donor if you still alive."

"Yesterday I heard a man was crushed by a truck and taken to this hospital. His body was a mess, but wonderfully,

his head is all okay and this morning I had eye surgery for free." His head turns to the young man that stays still beside him, "Dr. Tri asks me something 6 months ago. And it’s the first time I hear your voice. So you're not one of the young doctors that work with Dr. Tri, am I wrong?"

The young man whispers to Dzaky’s ear, “No, you’re not." He touched Dzaky’s cheek gently, “You’re quite smart. Now I understand why she chose you.”

“What do you mean? I was chosen for what?” Dzaky felt speechless for a moment, “Wait, don’t tell me that you’re a member of a hidden sect that Dr. Tri said before!”

“A hidden sect?” he chuckled, “How rude you’re. We are just some people who stand up on justice, sweety.”

Dzaky could feel pressure from that young man's aura, but he can't lose his courage, "What's your name?"

That young man speaks slowly, "You want to know me? Interesting." He exhales on Dzaky's nape, "Lucas Iskariot. You should remember the name of your savior, shouldn't you?"

An eye for an eye and blood shall be paid with blood.

Present time

“Lucas, please… I can’t do this. Please tell her that I’m not ready for this or anything!” Dzaky begs again, “Please, Lucas… You know me so well, right? Do you think I can... fuck someone just because–”

"He had raped 9 boys, Saber." Lucas glares at him, "Nine, and two of them were dead because of anal prolapse."

“But, I don’t want to make him got an anal prolapse with my member–”

"You don't have to." Lucas trying to explain, "You can stab that asshole with a blade, or a wooden stick, or a hot iron bar, or anything. Use your brain, baby boy."

Dzaky nods, "Okay, I'll make sure he is dead."

Lucas sighs in frustration, “Why do you so kind, Saber?" He is serious this time, "Don't let him die so easy. Torture him, until he begs you for his death."

“Honestly, I still think that I can’t make it.”

“I warn you, Saber.”

“I’m just 16! How can you force me to be a criminal on my age?!”

Lucas pulls a brake suddenly, he makes Dzaky's head hit a dashboard and that boy yelling to him, "Hell yeah! Just tell me if you want to kill me instead, Iskariot!"

"We've arrived, Destarius. Get out of my car." Lucas says with a cold tone.

At these rates, Dzaky gets angry too, "Fine! Gimme that bastard address and I'll send you his fucking dick!" He slams the car door, "I hate you, Iskariot!"

Lucius surprises when he sees his son goes home with anger. But before he asks why, Lucas comes to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucius. Destarius is mad to me because I forbade him to stay over in my place." Lucas gives confirmation.

Lucius sighs, “That boy… I’ll talk to him later.”

“Please don’t be too hard on him, Mr. Lucius.”

“Of course, Lucas. By the way, it’s been a month since last time you stop by.”

The young man chuckles, “I’m a bit busy, Mr. Lucius. But I’m glad I can see your son is healthy. My mother will be happy too.”

“Thank you, Lucas. Without Dr. Tri and the donor, probably my son wouldn’t live a normal life like this.”

That young man smiles politely, “The doctor is only a helper, Mr. Lucius. The God who gave your son a miracle to get his sight back.”

Lucius chuckles, "If Destarius is a girl, I'll arrange a marriage for both of you."

They laugh together and chat for a few hours before Lucas asks for his leave.

Time passes quickly, and before the day ends, Lucas had to complete all tasks from his side job. Some people send him messages or voice notes, give him a lot of information at least in his territorial only. After that, he must make a report to his mother. Tri Herlina, a woman who adopted him 17 years ago. And she also made him become a member of The Senders, an organization that she build-up for years.

Maybe I need more hands for this job, his inner mumbles. As a college student, he has enough tasks to do, and

his mother gives him more and more papers. And when his phone ringing, he throws his attention to a message that Dzaky sent him.

‘If I can finish him in 3 days, don’t give me another job.’

‘As long as you didn't skip your school, it's okay, Saber. Take your time.' He replies.

Actually, it's too sudden to give Dzaky a filthy mission like that. What he always doing is just a simple thing. Like

accompany the kids in his mother hospital, make a donation to some orphanage, or give help to people in need. And sometimes he gives punishment to naughty kids. Not something like facing a rapist. That is excessive to him. But it's about time to The Senders make him do such a thing. So Dzaky couldn't help but he must get used to it.

‘Should I record when I torture him?’ Dzaky sent another message.

Lucas chuckles before he replies, ‘I appreciate whatever you will do for this mission. It's your first time, is it?

Just make sure it’s all clear, Saber.’

‘You sound like my father.’

Lucas can imagine Dzaky’s face when he said it, and he chuckles with shivers. “How can you be so cute, Destarius?”

***

DZAKY closes his eyes again. He is still feeling nervous even though he has been planning this for days. He bites his lips and looking to a random direction. That maniac always show up around the playground, because this place is close to 3 elementary schools and one middle school.

That maniac had been targeting boys who walk alone. Then he tricks them by giving a smartphone or money before he kidnaps them. And according to the information that Dzaky knows, that maniac rapes the boys in his house for days until a week.

That’s why Dzaky dressed up as a kid. And waiting for—

“Hey, little buddy! Are you lost, kiddo?” an adult comes to Dzaky, pats his head gently. When Dzaky nods, that man smiles at him, “Don’t worry, boy! I’ll help you go home.”

“Um, thanks, sir.” Dzaky replies with an innocent face.

“No need, boy! Oh, call me big bro, okay? Let’s go!” He holds Dzaky’s hand, “By the way, what’s your name, kiddo?”

“Desta, big bro.” Dzaky answers, “But, what’s big bro name?”

“Daddy.” He mumbles.

Dzaky blinks his eyes in confuses, "Huh? Did you say 'daddy' before, big bro?"

“Yes, kiddo.” Dzaky hears a deep voice before that maniac injects anesthesia to him. “I will be your good daddy,

sweet boy.” He whispers on Dzaky’s ear while he lifts Dzaky's body.

Dzaky feels dizzy when he opens his eyes. He shocked when he realizes that his clothes are gone and his hands had tied at his back. Shit! Fuck this! What has he done to my holy-virgin body?! Am I still a virgin!? Damn it!

“Ah, finally… My sweety Desta awake.” That maniac lay his finger on Dzaky’s cheek.

“Wha-what are you doing, big bro?” Dzaky tries to look like a scared innocent boy.

“Don’t be afraid, my boy. Daddy will show something that you love, sweety.” He kisses the edge of the boy’s eye passionately.

Calm down, Saber… Calm down… Dzaky’s inner a bit crowds right now. “But why you tied me up, big bro? It’s hurt...” he sounds a bit tremble with watering eyes.

Sees the boy that he ties up sobbing, that man kisses his cheek gently, “Sshh… Don’t cry, sweety. Daddy will give you pleasure.”

“But my hands hurt so badly!” Dzaky starts crying, “Please, let me go, big bro… It’s hurt…”

That man pauses a minute. Some boys that he raped before trying to run away or against him. So he tied them or give them a drug or anesthesia to makes them stay still. But this kid—

“You will not untie me, brother?” Those around ashen gray staring at that man with sadness. “Why are you hurting me? Are you a bad person, big bro?” he keeps sobbing.

That man almost lost his control. This boy looks so innocent. He even didn’t refuse him, and he sobbing and crying just because he had tied up his hands.

“I’m afraid…”

And when he hears that boy’s voice again, all he wants to do is comfort him. So he unties that boy and hugs him gently. “Sshh, I’m not a bad person, little buddy… See, I untie you. So stop crying, my boy.” He kisses Dzaky’s forehead.

Like I will have faith in you, Dzaky's inner rolls his eyes. But opposite with his inner, Dzaky reaches his neck and hugs him tightly. "Thanks, big bro..." he still a bit sobbing.

"No need, my angel." that man smiles at that boy. He strokes Dzaky's hair, then kisses that boy's lips gently. And when he sees his boy closes his eyes, he can't help but think that his boy enjoying his touches. That really makes him turn on. So a light kiss turns more passionately with their tongue locked to each other. Dzaky's hands reach that man's neck and stop at his hair, squeezes it softly.

Hold on, Dzaky reminds himself, Just a little more…

So Dzaky keeps pretending as if he falls to that maniac. He tried so hard not to puke or look disgusted with the kiss

from that maniac. Because he has a hard time not to bang his head to that filthy maniac. But it's not a perfect time to, so he wait a little more.

The boy panting with moans when their lips separate. The man smiles widely, satisfied with his work. He gives the boy one more kiss, but this time, he shouts out in pain and anger. That boy just bites his tongue and almost broke his neck at one time when he grabs his hair.

"You feel like crap, big bro." Dzaky splits out that man's tongue with disgusts feels. And in no time, Dzaky slams his hind leg to that man's stomach until he chokes.

"Wait me here, big bro.” his voice is so soft while he broke that man's legs one by one.

Dzaky takes a step to the kitchen and took some objects that he thinks can be useful.

“Hey, big bro.” He starts, “You said that you will show me something that I love, didn’t you?” He picks a fork, “So how dare you dying so fast, big bro?”

Dzaky pokes the maniac's cheek with a fork and tore the flesh little by little. But before that man cries out, Dzaky rips up his tongue and make him swallowed it whole.

“Tsk, why do you so noisy, big bro? I can’t play if you keep yelling at me!” Dzaky pouts his mouth.

“Huumm… I guess this finger,” Dzaky tap a forefinger that maniac, “And this, and this one too,” Now, he grips a middle finger and ring finger that man too, “Had touches sooo many boys’ hole before?”

Dzaky nods cheerfully, “Can I chop them off, big bro? Chop, chop~” While Dzaky said it, he stabs that man’s right hand and all his fingers with a fork. There’s should be a loud scream, but without a tongue, that man can't express his pain with screaming.

“Ah, it’s not fun!” He complains. Then he gets up, stepping on that man’s ribs firmly until he can hear a 'crack' sound,

and keep pushing his feet down. Still not satisfied with it, Dzaky jumps and lands on that man’s chest. When that maniac choking so badly, Dzaky grips his mouth so that maniac can’t help but drink his own blood.

Dzaky pauses for a while, seeing his target dying so fast just the same as ruining his plan. “You wasted blood too

much, Mr. Bastard.” he mumbles while trying to contact Lucas.

“What’s wrong, Saber? I have an afternoon class right now.” Lucas picks up quickly.

“Do I have to keep him alive for a few days while torturing him?”

Lucas chokes with Dzaky’s words, “Are you working on it right now?!” he gasps, feels like get thunderstruck.

“Yeah, but he is dying and covered in blood. I think I made a mess?” he sound confuses.

“No. Just do what you want to do. We talk again later.”

And Lucas cut off their calls. Leaving Dzaky with his target alone. He smiles widely, “You’re so lucky, big bro. But I will not finish this quickly."

He stabs a scissor on that man’s palms. Then Dzaky jabs two spoons on that man’s stomach, rip the flesh while stabbing him deeply. The boy grabs a cutter pliers and pins it up on that man’s left nipple. And for the other one, Dzaky piercing a fork on his areola. After that, he swinging a 19.7” wooden stick next to that maniac. "Hm, what should we do with this, big bro? Can you gimme some ideas?"

But in a sec, Dzaky pokes his forehead, "Ah, how foolish I am. Big bro has lost his tongue, so how can he talk to me."

He stabs two forks on that man's butt-hole, and push it up with his feet. "A study said that the prostate and stomach are close. I wonder is it true or not." he put his finger on his lips. "Ah, let's prove it!"

So Dzaky penetrates that man's hole with a wooden stick—all in with one movement. Unconsciously, Dzaky enjoying his victim's face, "Aaw, it's not long enough!" he sighs, "Big bro will not satisfied with that~"

He pushes that wooden stick until he can seeing the tip of the fork pop up on that man's stomach. "Woah! That's cool!" Dzaky shout out with pure admiration, "Do you see that, big bro? That fork just pop out like, puff~!"

But in a glance, it looks disgusting, "Eekh, your blood is too much, big bro! You will die in a few hours, I guess." Dzaky wipes his hands with a towel that hangs in the wall.

“I’d love to torture you more, big bro. But I can’t do the same as your depraved behavior. So I’ll let The Death comes to you.”

And with that, Dzaky is leaving that room. He saw a shower before, so he doesn't need to go with a dirty body. Dzaky also wrapped a thing that he promised to Lucas too.

“Can you pick me up? It’s getting dark, Iskariot.”

That teenager calls Lucas only to give him his present.

“Are you sure you okay, Saber?” Lucas asks again before they’ve arrived at Dzaky’s home.

It’s about a few blocks again, and they will be separate. And the younger must face his father, while his head is not clear enough. He had killed someone. He tortures him until that man dead. And he got sexual harassment too.

“Lucas,” Dzaky’s voice was so heavy, “Please tell me that I had done the right thing.” He almost begs to, “I just get their revenge, right? It’s not—a mistake, right?”

“Of course, Saber.” Lucas trying so hard not to hugs that teenage boy immediately, “You do a good job.”

“Am I?” That teenage boy chuckles, “I don’t know, Lucas… I don’t know if I can continue this shit…”

“Saber-”

“Can you just taking back my eyes?” Desperate covers those pair of ashen grey. Dzaky had a mental break-down right now. He trembles with fear and feels guilty.

“I’ll tell your father that you sleepover at my flat.” Lucas passes Dzaky's house just like that. He drives over to his own flat. "Clear your mind, Destarius. I told you, you're not doing the wrong thing. That is our responsibility to stand up on justice.”

"Then who will be our judge, Iskariot?! Who will be the judge for The Senders?! We do the same as those bad people do!" He crying so loud, "That's not justice, Lucas... It's wrong..."

Lucas looks at Dzaky’s face, “But you do a good thing too, don’t you? Stop blaming yourself.”

"Can you compare a sin of killing someone with tiny merit?" he sobbing with hurt, “I’d rather be blind, Lucas… I’d rather be blind…”

“Did he say something or do something to you?” The elder asks in worry, “Did he hurting you, Destarius?”

“I’m the one who killed him, Lucas. Don’t you understand?” Dzaky rolls his body, hugs his knee so tight. “I kill him..” he keeps mumbles in shivers.

Seeing that teenager so down makes him remember his first filthy job. He robs a gangster leader and almost kills that gangster leader's partner because of a task from The Senders. Yeah, almost. Because in fact, he makes her disable.

Lucas takes a breath, he understands that not every people are the same. It’s natural for Dzaky to feels that way. He just an ordinary teenager that lives a normal life before he got an accident and lost his sight and The Senders interfere with his life. But Lucas had watched him for more than two years, and he knows that this boy was never been broken just like this even though life push him down. So he let him cries as much as he wants—as long as that teenage boy can calm down again.

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