Revelation

Kemarin weekend entah kesambet apa akhirnya kamar bututku kurapikan, dan aku nemukan sebuah buku yang aku sudah lupa kalau pernah aku miliki….

Dulu, 9 tahun yang lalu, aku pernah membaca tips untuk mempertajam bahasa Inggris dengan dua cara, yang pertama dengan aktif melakukan percakapan, dan yang kedua adalah dengan menulis. Karena waktu itu mencari partner conversation susah, akhirnya aku memilih cara yang kedua, yaitu dengan menulis.

Dan apa yang dimulai sebagai satu keisengan ternyata berubah menjadi suatu obsesi yang sampai pernah membuat aku nongkrong di perpustakaan psikologi selama 4 hari di tahun 2005 untuk mencari literatur tentang penyakit jiwa skizoprenis, dan menghabiskan waktu total 6 tahun dari tahun 1999-2005 untuk membuat plot, membuat detil, merancang friksi, merombak ulang, menulis ulang cerita itu sebelum akhirnya kelar dengan total 1082 halaman! Tauk kesambet apa waktu itu…heheheh…

Cerita ini terinspirasi dari 2 ide sederhana yang ternyata memiliki kemungkinan tak terbatas :

1. Kepercayaan akan adanya reinkarnasi
2. Seandainya seorang pembunuh sadis bereinkarnasi kedalam diri kita, apa kita akan menjadi gila akan kenangan masa lalu yang penuh darah, karena sekarang kita berusaha menjalani hidup normal?

Cerita itu sendiri memiliki 2 cerita yang berdiri sendiri, namun saling berkesinambungan. Cerita pertama mengambil plot pada era medieval (abad 15); yang menceritakan tentang perseteruan dua orang manusia, yang bernama Sir Marcel Belucci dan Shane Allbaeck, dengan titik utama perburuan Shane aka Swordsman Hunter, seorang bounty hunter yang terobsesi untuk membunuh Marcel, yang akhirnya justru menjadi seorang penderita manik-depresi akut yang selalu mencium bau darah kemanapun ia pergi, dan selalu berada diambang batas ketidakwarasan sebagai akibat betapa mudahnya ia mampu membunuh orang. Perseteruan mereka berdua selalu melibatkan Fathima Lazma, seorang mata-mata kelas rendah, bekas pelacur yang terbuang sebelum dia akhirnya menjadi seorang pembunuh bayaran yang dikontrak oleh pemerintahnya.

Cerita kedua mengambil plot pada era modern; yang menceritakan perseteruan dua manusia; Astarte Vardhana dan Lauren Coster, yang merupakan penitisan Marcel dan Shane. Marcel menitis pada seorang politikus korup yang merasakan kenikmatan dalam melukai seseorang, sementara Astarte, yang merupakan penitisan dari Shane adalah seorang anak muda yang berusaha hidup normal walaupun dia berusaha menghindari fakta bahwa hidupnya tak pernah lepas dari suara-suara yang terus menggema dalam kepalanya yang menjelaskan bagaimana caranya menyembelih leher manusia.

Setelah bingung sekian lama, aku memilih judul REVELATION untuk ceritaku itu, yang memiliki arti ganda dalam bahasa inggris; bisa berarti wahyu keilahian, dan juga penyingkapan atas hal hal yang tak pantas.

Awalnya saya berpikir untuk membuat sekuel dari 2 cerita yang terpisah ini, namun semuanya saya bongkar ulang setelah membaca dua karya jenius dari Takeshi Matsuoka; Kastel Awan Burung Gereja dan Jembatan Musim Gugur, dimana beberapa plot waktu yang berbeda diacak secara liar namun memberikan hasil yang tak terduga di akhir cerita.

Berikut sebuah cuplikan dari tulisanku….

Book II, Chapter 11: The Bloody Knight
The sting.
The sting.
Reminds him to that time .
He was 12 years old, having himself on a brawl.
The hit he can take.
The pain he could bear.
Then that sting. Stick hits his head.
The blood blurred his vision.
He’s lying on the bed for a few days that time.
His mother watch him quietly.
Her eyes..where the tears sometimes rolled.
His dead mother.
Oh..the falling down.
Up, down sky, cloud, soil, ground, left, right.
Who care about it?
Who care about it when you fall down forever?
Will your body splash into pieces when hit the ground?
Will you feel your flesh and bones scattered all over?
Will you feel the pain or die directly when it happen?
Will you feel your body dying?
Oh..the falling down…
Her mother..her sad mother…sit beside his bed. Her eyes turns cold…her face turns pale. Her lungs scattered by gunshots.
She smiles, and raised her dirty hands around your neck. Strangling…strangling…strangling…
Her eyes…where the tears sometimes rolled.
Will he die if he fight back? Will he wont if he don’t?
His soul floated, traveled through distant thunder…and he feels his body again.
Blood, flesh, bones, His weight. His own presence. Then he see everything clearly.
White ceilings.
“ASTARTE!” Flori’s voice waking him. He feels his clothes wet by his sweat.
The sad nightmare still haunted him.
“That dream again,eh? You always freak the shit out of me when having that..”
He sit on his bed.That stings on his chest.
“Take it easy..you have few broken bones…”
He sighed, reach a pack of cigarettes beside his bed.
Flori sit beside him, watch him quietly.
"How it feels like?"
Astarte watch the white smoke floating to the ceilings.
"its like a thousand of fuckin asshole, male and female, speak at a time, but you can catch their feelings and their every single words from every single person…but this time is different"
Flori waits.
"Now I see the person in past who already dead. I think im really paranoid this time".
Astarte starts to laugh as it’s a funny joke.
Flori watch him quietly.
Astarte laugh is the only thing she heard before she left the room…..

Chapter 18. Poerna, Quin Daran. The Clash Of the Titans
…now he fight Marcel fastly, undisturbed by the Blackmoon men that surrounded them in bows and arrows in each of their arms, aiming at his head.
Shane realize it, but didn’t pay much attention to it, since he knows, they will never dare to take the chance to hit their own boss by mistake.
And he is right. But suddenly a loud whistle stops the sound of sword clashes.
Without warning, an arrow fly to Marcel’s face from his right. Unfortunately, Marcel dodge it and just leave a scar on his cheek.
“Tch! God damn it…I missed that one” a sounds heard. It was Fathima, holding her bow. The rest of Blackmoon men take aim at her.
“HOLD!” Marcel shout.
The room is freezing.
Unmove, Fathima take aim at Marcel; which also being a target for the rest of Blackmoon men.
Meanwhile, Shane and Marcel still pointing their swords at eachother. Emotionless, Marcel stare at Shane.
“Now, Shane. I have a riddle of life and death to you. Which one you will choose; the bitch, me, or your fuckin self. I will count to five”
“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t give a shit about her.” Shane reply coldly.
“We’ll see about that. One.”. Shane look around. There are no doubt in Blackmoon men. They will shoot on the simplest sign.
“Two.”. Now is the chance. One move and Marcel’s head is his. Just one move.
“Three.”. Shane glanced at Fathima. Her eyes is cold. She will kill Marcel at any price. Poor woman.
“Four.”. Jasmine…she smells like jasmine..Fathima look at him, smiling. Is she crazy? Something very wrong….
“Too bad. Very very bad. I guess you just too coward even to take any action….” Marcel voice stopped by the sound of Quin Daran army that surrounded them all, and take aim at everyone in the room.
The tension is still there.
Marcel and Shane stare at eachother. Cold sharp steel on eachother neck.
“Now, Marcel Belucci. I have a riddle of life and death for you. Which one will you choose ; me, your men, Swordsmen Hunter, or your pathetic self. I will count to five. One" Fathima's cold voice break the silence.
"Damn bitch. So this why you whistle for"
"Two". Marcel laugh. He open his palm a ball of fire appear.
"Three" "Of course I choose myself." By this words the ball of fire explode , made a strong light that blinded everyone in the room.
Shane close his eyes. Whistling sounds of flying arrows heard around him.
He feels some stabs his body. He open his eyes. All the Blackmoon men already dead. Now the army aiming at him.
"Freeze! Put your goddamn swords now. And do no fuckin tricks." Fathima talks to him, aiming her bow at him.
He close his eyes. The sounds of crows sings far away. What was that his teacher always say?
Oh yes…crow sing is sign that some one will die soon. He drop the swords on his hands and smiling coldly….

PS= maaf atas isi yang vulgar, karena aku banyak terpengaruh oleh gaya penulisan Ambrose Bierce, Edgar Allen Poe, dan gothic lyrics dari My Chemical Romance, Enya, dan Nightwish