“Must we all die? “whispered Michael as he steps out of his Black car. In a blink of an eye everything around him has been changed completely and horrifically. His dark visions of hell is no match to the horrific state of Manila tonight. Desolate. Dark. Reeks of death and sulfur. “The bitch is awake damn it!” thought Michael as he sprints towards the Hospital gate. He silently mourns for the people consumed by this hell on earth. By the fire and brimstone that fell from the sky. By the malevolent forces summoned by this dark awakening. He can’t help but to think how futile it is to prevent death. Why must we resist? Why must we fight when all hopes are yet to be shattered again? This insurmountable force that we mere humans cannot fight of? Why must we try and fail miserably?
Because you can..
Michael stops. He has heard this voice before. Years have tarnished his memory but not this voice. It’s the voice that has brought him back to the world of the living from that fateful night. The night that has determined his role in the upcoming battle He turns to look at the mysterious voice. Atop the brick wall flanked by two angel statues stood a hooded figure. Tall, commanding, even scary. The creature has two magnificent set of wings. The first being the largest, stretch at least 3 meters long. The second, shorter set of wings point slightly downward, as if preparing for flight. Combined, the wings mimic the shape of butterfly wings but the properties of the wings are that like no animal of flight in the world. it’s as if they are made of silver, shiny, metallic, silver. The creature flexes it’s shoulders, it’s wings making a loud, clanking sound similar to that of a machine.
“Do not be discouraged, “whispered the hooded creature as he disembarks from the wall he was standing at. He starts to walk towards the still stunned Michael. “You humans” commented the creature as he touches Michaels face. His hand was soft, even human. “Do you not understand? Evil must be created. Cultivated. The scourge of your kind has always been your own daughters. Born of your pride and your lust for the unreachable.” Remarked the apparent angel as he pace back and forth in front of Michael. Anyone would either be swayed to life or thrown to insanity with the quality of this creature’s voice.
“What are you doing here messenger? “Inquired the dejected Michael. His anger betraying his voice. “Why you ask? To bear a message of course!” bemused the messenger as he stops and faces Michael. “He wants you to know,” started the messenger as he points a finger towards the sky, “that not all hope is lost. This is the reason why he has you. As pissed off as he might be with your pathetic race he still instilled a savior among them in the form of you.” Stated the messenger.
“I know what I must do. I do not need his help.”
“Yes! The arrogance that has befallen man before!” mocked the messenger. “You are a man still, even if age has not tarnished your body through your core you are still one of them. That is why it must be you that is to be tasked with this mission. Because you humans have the luxury of choice.
Michael starts to walk towards the hospital gate, passing the angel as he hurries to the entrance.
“as you enter the depths of her power be reminded that she is still human. Frail, killable, and with freewill. You are not the only one that survived her holocaust. Humans still walk this world of hers. The capitulary requirements of her “ascension”” stated the messenger as his hands depict quotation marks. “Kill her before 12 midnight and you are saved. Fail, then your hopes for your precious humanity is lost to the abyss. Be warned though. Her mind is enough to destroy anyone. And her conviction is that of the highest powers. She has opened the door to the village below so imagine how strong she really is right now. She is flanked by the guards of hell. The Lion of Pride, the Leopard of Deceit, and the Mother Wolf of Suffering. Getting to her would be no easy task. But until she remains human, she CAN be dealt with. That is the message. May your strength of character not fail you “
“I won’t fail” replied Michael as he enters the hospital grounds completely turning his back to the angel. “sic transit Gloria mundi Mikael!” Yelled the angel to Michael. “sic transit Gloria mundi!”
“why do you even care for this arrogant fools?” questioned the angel as he races his head, letting the hood fall off and revealing his angelic features. In a flash the angel flies off to the sky creating a strong gust of wind on his wake.
Michael sprints towards the Hospital entrance. Realizing that time is one of the many things that are not on his side, he hurries to the front door. He looks up to the sky to see the dark clouds engulfing the manila skyline. With every flash of lightning he could see faint shadows of large, hideous flying creatures circling around the clouds. “Dragons of the apocalypse huh?” whispered Michael as he stops in front of the hospital door. “You do know how to start a party… baby sister.”
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Episode 12: Start
“Hurry up!” shouted Omar as he starts his black Mercedes “ that idiot keeps forgetting stuff everywhere “ mumbled Omar as he cecks his face on the side mirror. They would already be on the road if Luis didn’t forget his bag at the hospital cafeteria. The parking lot was empty considering it was only 8 in the evening much to the surprise of Omar. Bored and obviously irritated by Luis’s forgetful character, Omar scans the building in front of him. Omar never really liked old buildings, but somehow he felt quite at ease with the building in front of him. It has such an outstanding familiarity with home. “I guess it does look a bit like home” chuckles Luis. As e averts his line of sight, something at the second floor window caught his sight. On the other side of the glass wall at the second floor stood something that caught Omar’s attention. a young girl. Beuitiful, pale, with hair drooping to the floor, was staring at him. At first Omar ignored the little girl. He reaces for te sereo to play some tunes as he waits for Luis. But something about the little girl made Omar take another good look. As he takes another look he was surprised that the little girl was still staring at him. At that moment something has taken over Omar’s body. It like his eyes were suddenly glued to those green piercing eyes of hers. His body was stiff, he’s mouth was dry, sweat suddenly trickled of his face even though he was in an air conditioned car. Something about this girl was scaring the shit out of him. Even though confused, Omar manages to smile and wave awkwardly to the young stranger. The young girl smiles at him and is somehow writing something at the glass wall with some kind of paint. Confused, Omar steps out of the car to take a better look at the young girl’s message. He was mortified to see that the young girl wrote the word:
HI
She wrote it with blood.
Omar stepped backed, incoherent for a few moments, the letters H and I carved in to his mind in bright, beefy red. He was unconsciously stepping back with eyes still glued to the girl when he accidentally trips on something.
“hey!” shouted Chris as he tries to help up the baffled Omar.
“ sabog ka ba?! “ yelled the irritated Chris as he saw the condition Omar is in, he has quite a few experiences with incoherent stoners and addicts creating havoc at public places but he never thought someone would be doing drugs at a hospital parking lot. As if jolted back to reality Omar looks at the disgruntled police officer and tries to apologize.
“sorry po boss “ replied Omar as he cleans rubs the dirt of is pants. He races his face to look at the creepy site he saw earlier only to see a blank wall. The little girl was gone. Not even a smudge of blood was left at the glass.
“you look like you saw a ghost”
“ I may have as well saw one “ replied Omar as he turns his back and makes his way back to the car. With a sudden rush of vertigo Omar stumbles again, his body being brought back to the ground by gravity.
“oi!” shouted Chris as he dove to catch the now falling Omar. He was able to yank Omar back to a vertical position and started to assist him back to his car.
“ dude, whatever your taking, stop it. Big guys like you wont always find someone strong enough to haul you back” commented Chris as he helps Omar to te passenger seat. “ I sa someone “ whispered Omar, his eyes still fixed to the empty glass wall at the second floor.
“parem what exactly did you saw?” inquired Chris, as he impatiently looks at his watch. His bad luck day was about to end with this last assignment but it looks like fate wont be giving him rest any time soon. “a girl “ whispered Omar, eyes still fixed to the glass wall. “ a what?!” exclaimed Chris as the image of the young girl he rescued flashed to his mind. “What did she look like?” asked Chris. He finally grasped that this boy in front of him may have seen something after all. “Pale young girl, maybe nine or 10.”, recalled Omar as he shakes his head to bring back the morbid images. “she has long hair, umm,, her hands were bright red, as if soaked with,,.. blood.” Mumbled Omar, his eyes suddenly redirected to the infuriated Police officer. Chris, sensing the danger, immediately draws is weapon and makes a bee line towards the hospital entrance. “stay in the car!! “ shouted Chris to Omar as he makes his way to the lobby.
HI
She wrote it with blood.
Omar stepped backed, incoherent for a few moments, the letters H and I carved in to his mind in bright, beefy red. He was unconsciously stepping back with eyes still glued to the girl when he accidentally trips on something.
“hey!” shouted Chris as he tries to help up the baffled Omar.
“ sabog ka ba?! “ yelled the irritated Chris as he saw the condition Omar is in, he has quite a few experiences with incoherent stoners and addicts creating havoc at public places but he never thought someone would be doing drugs at a hospital parking lot. As if jolted back to reality Omar looks at the disgruntled police officer and tries to apologize.
“sorry po boss “ replied Omar as he cleans rubs the dirt of is pants. He races his face to look at the creepy site he saw earlier only to see a blank wall. The little girl was gone. Not even a smudge of blood was left at the glass.
“you look like you saw a ghost”
“ I may have as well saw one “ replied Omar as he turns his back and makes his way back to the car. With a sudden rush of vertigo Omar stumbles again, his body being brought back to the ground by gravity.
“oi!” shouted Chris as he dove to catch the now falling Omar. He was able to yank Omar back to a vertical position and started to assist him back to his car.
“ dude, whatever your taking, stop it. Big guys like you wont always find someone strong enough to haul you back” commented Chris as he helps Omar to te passenger seat. “ I sa someone “ whispered Omar, his eyes still fixed to the empty glass wall at the second floor.
“parem what exactly did you saw?” inquired Chris, as he impatiently looks at his watch. His bad luck day was about to end with this last assignment but it looks like fate wont be giving him rest any time soon. “a girl “ whispered Omar, eyes still fixed to the glass wall. “ a what?!” exclaimed Chris as the image of the young girl he rescued flashed to his mind. “What did she look like?” asked Chris. He finally grasped that this boy in front of him may have seen something after all. “Pale young girl, maybe nine or 10.”, recalled Omar as he shakes his head to bring back the morbid images. “she has long hair, umm,, her hands were bright red, as if soaked with,,.. blood.” Mumbled Omar, his eyes suddenly redirected to the infuriated Police officer. Chris, sensing the danger, immediately draws is weapon and makes a bee line towards the hospital entrance. “stay in the car!! “ shouted Chris to Omar as he makes his way to the lobby.
Episode 11: The Order
Detective Chris Santos has been running into bad luck these past few days. His dog just died, his girlfriend dumped him for a Senator’s son, he just got shot in the chest 2 times, and now he got a busted tire in the midst of a Pedro Gil avenue afternoon rush hour. He reluctantly steps out of the black 98 Honda Civic to survey the damage.
“Move it bitch!”
“Sir, putang ina mo get out of the vehicle please!” yelled an irate Chris to the foul mouthed commuter. The 40 year old balding guy probably never knew that Chris was a police officer. “Now I have someone to deal this shit for me” whispered Chris to himself. The good detective “kindly” explained to the poor guy how to call the towing services and get his car out of the road. In a sudden rush of panic, the commuter motioned to leave as Chris was gives directions on how to deal with this incident. He reminded the guy that e could arrest him for misdemeanor since he did, insult a member of the police force. When the commuter finally conceded to take care of the mess Chris started walking along Taft Avenue towards is destination.
Chris is a picture of a train wreck. Curly unkempt air, creased, white shirt with sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and the “walk” that is so natural to “pasayeños”. But his appearance betrays his true nature. Chris is actually a funny guy, always cracking jokes even in dire circumstances. He’s an avid animal lover and a shoe in for the boy next door/ bad ass image. As he traverses the crowded sidewalk of Taft Avenue, Chris can’t help but to reflect on these past few days. Sparky – the beloved Pit bull who accidentally got out of his cage and consequently got hit by a car. “How I love to get him back “
Maya – “ that bitch deserves to rot in hell “ murmured Chris as he grind his teeth on the mere thought of his X. finding someone cheating on you is bad enough, but finding your girlfriend cheating on you on your own bed, that – requires a lot of drinking to get out off. But drinking would have to wait. All that’s left for todays work was to check on the little girl he found on some whacko’s basement. Something he did not expect since the raid’s purpose was to search for drugs. But all they found was a well armed private army guarding a comatose long haired girl – and 2 bullets to the chest. “Thank god for Kevlar” whispered Chris as he runs his hands over his chest. He makes a quick turn towards the hospital gate and walks directly to the hospital’s entrance.
“Move it bitch!”
“Sir, putang ina mo get out of the vehicle please!” yelled an irate Chris to the foul mouthed commuter. The 40 year old balding guy probably never knew that Chris was a police officer. “Now I have someone to deal this shit for me” whispered Chris to himself. The good detective “kindly” explained to the poor guy how to call the towing services and get his car out of the road. In a sudden rush of panic, the commuter motioned to leave as Chris was gives directions on how to deal with this incident. He reminded the guy that e could arrest him for misdemeanor since he did, insult a member of the police force. When the commuter finally conceded to take care of the mess Chris started walking along Taft Avenue towards is destination.
Chris is a picture of a train wreck. Curly unkempt air, creased, white shirt with sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and the “walk” that is so natural to “pasayeños”. But his appearance betrays his true nature. Chris is actually a funny guy, always cracking jokes even in dire circumstances. He’s an avid animal lover and a shoe in for the boy next door/ bad ass image. As he traverses the crowded sidewalk of Taft Avenue, Chris can’t help but to reflect on these past few days. Sparky – the beloved Pit bull who accidentally got out of his cage and consequently got hit by a car. “How I love to get him back “
Maya – “ that bitch deserves to rot in hell “ murmured Chris as he grind his teeth on the mere thought of his X. finding someone cheating on you is bad enough, but finding your girlfriend cheating on you on your own bed, that – requires a lot of drinking to get out off. But drinking would have to wait. All that’s left for todays work was to check on the little girl he found on some whacko’s basement. Something he did not expect since the raid’s purpose was to search for drugs. But all they found was a well armed private army guarding a comatose long haired girl – and 2 bullets to the chest. “Thank god for Kevlar” whispered Chris as he runs his hands over his chest. He makes a quick turn towards the hospital gate and walks directly to the hospital’s entrance.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Episode 10: run
The South Luzon Expressway. The deadly highway connecting the bustling city of manila to the rest of the southern provinces. As a testament to the lethal curse set upon this freeway, one death is recorded everyday due to irrational drivers speeding through it’s treacherous spine. This Thursday was no exception. A giant pile of scrap cars has occluded the traffic for nearly 2 hours. The collective emotion on this highway is that of anger, pity for the victims, and frustration with the slow progress the traffic. Michael steps out of his car and survey the accident. Apparently, a truck lost control and meets the side rails causing 4 cars behind it to pile up making an enormous wreckage big enough to convert this 5 car free way to become a 1 car alley. Michael has no choice but to accept that his only choice is to wait this one out. “Dammit” exclaimed Michael. No one in the planet can grasp the urgency that he’s in right now. No one knows how much he has sacrificed to get where he is right now only to be hampered by a roadside accident. Michael enters the car and retrieves his cell phone. He redial Eunice’s no. after 3 rings the voice mail kicks in. “hello, please Eunice get out of the hospital. Just trust me on this one ok”.
“Meeting Eunice was a story worth of a movie” Thought Michael. It was two weeks ago. He was busy reading an article at a local Starbucks when suddenly, a girl in a nurse’s uniform trips at the adjacent table. Acting on his reflexes, Michael immediately catches the dazed Eunice before she hits the ground. Eunice was amazed by how fast this guy could move but this thought was gone from her mind after she saw Michael’s features. Tall, fair skinned, incredible body, with long black hair falling over his face, Michael has somehow captivated this young girl.
“um,, miss?” inquired Michael as he looks at Eunice who is still dazzled by this young man. “ok ka lng ba?” asked Michael as he resettles to the chair that he was occupying moments ago. “Ok lng, thanks” replied Eunice as she turns to hide her blushing face. She slowly walks back to the laughing group of nurses at the other side of the room. Her so called “friends”. As she waves a signatory fist towards her friends it occurred to her again how hot that guy was. The whole 1 hour of her break was spent looking at the mysterious guy, who’s obviously engrossed at whatever he’s reading. This caused a slight upheaval at Eunice’s chest. Doctors at PGH would kill each other if the Price was a date with her but here is this pompous guy, obviously not smitten by her beauty or charm. As the group decides to leave Eunice takes a last look at her night in shining armor before exiting the café. She was surprised when he suddenly drops the book that he was reading, stares momentarily at her, and suddenly stood up, stretches a bit, and walks toward the door. Eunice felt a feeling of victory. “I knew no one can resist me” though Eunice as she exits the café with her friends. Just when she thought Michael was behind her, she slowly turns, with a smile ready, only to be suspired to see that there was no one following her. Looks at the Starbucks’ direction and saw Michael, Sitting by the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
Since then she made it her mission to get to know this Michael. Every afternoon during her break she would make it a point to return to the Starbucks at UN Avenue, and strike a conversation with Michael.
Michael drops the cigarette and steps on it. His regret for not taking a more that casual interest at Eunice slowly haunts his every thought. She was always there, at the Café, at the same time, just to yap away about her life and everything else that interest her. But he would not respond. He would still continue whatever he was doing, occasionally glancing at this young girl she barely knew. Once he was so irritated with her he caved in and gave her his Cell phone number. Now even at home he’s plagued with text messages containing random things happening with the life of this girl she barely knew and cared less to know about.
As a slow drizzle pours over the South Luzon expressway, Michael has no choice but to return to the safety of his car. The digital clock on the dashboard shows 6:37PM. He rereads his messages at his cell phone. He has found it. The message that has caused him to rush back to manila. He clutches the cell phone with both hands, his forehead touching the edge of the steering wheel. With eyes closed, he utters a silent prayer. The prayer for damned souls.
Hi mike!! Hope oki ka lng,,
kakadating ko lng xa hosp,,
pinalipat ako ngyn xa ICU
coz kulang cla ng nurses.
I knw ala ka xa manila coz
I havnt seen u 4 3 days na..
lam mo,, cute ng patient ko!!
Comatose cia pero ganda
parin niya. She’s about 9,
Amputi tska yung hair nya
ang haba hanging knees.
Sana gan2 maging anak
ko wen da time comes.
Nweiz,, mishu na!!:)
“Meeting Eunice was a story worth of a movie” Thought Michael. It was two weeks ago. He was busy reading an article at a local Starbucks when suddenly, a girl in a nurse’s uniform trips at the adjacent table. Acting on his reflexes, Michael immediately catches the dazed Eunice before she hits the ground. Eunice was amazed by how fast this guy could move but this thought was gone from her mind after she saw Michael’s features. Tall, fair skinned, incredible body, with long black hair falling over his face, Michael has somehow captivated this young girl.
“um,, miss?” inquired Michael as he looks at Eunice who is still dazzled by this young man. “ok ka lng ba?” asked Michael as he resettles to the chair that he was occupying moments ago. “Ok lng, thanks” replied Eunice as she turns to hide her blushing face. She slowly walks back to the laughing group of nurses at the other side of the room. Her so called “friends”. As she waves a signatory fist towards her friends it occurred to her again how hot that guy was. The whole 1 hour of her break was spent looking at the mysterious guy, who’s obviously engrossed at whatever he’s reading. This caused a slight upheaval at Eunice’s chest. Doctors at PGH would kill each other if the Price was a date with her but here is this pompous guy, obviously not smitten by her beauty or charm. As the group decides to leave Eunice takes a last look at her night in shining armor before exiting the café. She was surprised when he suddenly drops the book that he was reading, stares momentarily at her, and suddenly stood up, stretches a bit, and walks toward the door. Eunice felt a feeling of victory. “I knew no one can resist me” though Eunice as she exits the café with her friends. Just when she thought Michael was behind her, she slowly turns, with a smile ready, only to be suspired to see that there was no one following her. Looks at the Starbucks’ direction and saw Michael, Sitting by the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
Since then she made it her mission to get to know this Michael. Every afternoon during her break she would make it a point to return to the Starbucks at UN Avenue, and strike a conversation with Michael.
Michael drops the cigarette and steps on it. His regret for not taking a more that casual interest at Eunice slowly haunts his every thought. She was always there, at the Café, at the same time, just to yap away about her life and everything else that interest her. But he would not respond. He would still continue whatever he was doing, occasionally glancing at this young girl she barely knew. Once he was so irritated with her he caved in and gave her his Cell phone number. Now even at home he’s plagued with text messages containing random things happening with the life of this girl she barely knew and cared less to know about.
As a slow drizzle pours over the South Luzon expressway, Michael has no choice but to return to the safety of his car. The digital clock on the dashboard shows 6:37PM. He rereads his messages at his cell phone. He has found it. The message that has caused him to rush back to manila. He clutches the cell phone with both hands, his forehead touching the edge of the steering wheel. With eyes closed, he utters a silent prayer. The prayer for damned souls.
Hi mike!! Hope oki ka lng,,
kakadating ko lng xa hosp,,
pinalipat ako ngyn xa ICU
coz kulang cla ng nurses.
I knw ala ka xa manila coz
I havnt seen u 4 3 days na..
lam mo,, cute ng patient ko!!
Comatose cia pero ganda
parin niya. She’s about 9,
Amputi tska yung hair nya
ang haba hanging knees.
Sana gan2 maging anak
ko wen da time comes.
Nweiz,, mishu na!!:)
Episode 9: girls just want to have fun
7:00 PM. Night has slowly taken over the proud city of manila. Thousands of humans release themselves to the bondage of life called work and return to their normal processes. Men in ties and folded sleeves running to catch the remaining trains home. Buses crammed with college kids eager to return to their dormitories after a long boring school day. Random people. Human beings going around the monotony of conventional living. From the sky you could see the bustling of excitement overflowing the city completely transforming it to a being of night. Somehow these people feel connected in some way. Like theirs an invisible line connecting each one of us, directing our lives to the standards dictated by normalcy. But this could also signify how disconnected we are. For all we know, the kid next to us will be the next Philippine president. That guy waiting for the evening bus might be planning a Terrorist attack on one of the Universities nearby, or some young girl in a hospital just murdered a police officer in cold blood. If you come to think of it, this disconnection protects us. What we don’t know can’t hurt us right?
“Nice night” said the little girl as she stares into the cloudless skyline of modern day manila. She cannot hide the excitement she feels upon seeing this world. A world that is so unlike the previous one that she inhabited. Like a newborn she scans the room, eager to feel and touch this strange world filled with see through walls and weird machinery. She kneels down in front of the mangled corpse of the police officer. She looks hard, squinting her eyes as if looking for some minute particle that has caught her interest.
A letter.
The little girl removes the piece of paper that was securely tucked at the officer’s front pocket. She starts to read the letter as she sits down besides the corpse.
Lyra,
Welcome back to the world! My servant is probably dead as you already have found my letter. I am sorry I was not there when you woke up, a father must always be at her daughter's side but, due to some unforeseen circumstances I have to delay our long awaited reunion. As promised, you will commence your ascension tonight. And I will be there as the clock strikes midnight. Until that time, do as you like my child, for this world will be yours tomorrow.
A smile creeps upon young Lyra’s face. She folds the letter and throws it unto the adjacent table. She never thought that the day of her awakening would come. Her slumber has been long and frustratingly agonizing but now she shakes as if a cold draft has suddenly entered the room. She could not hide the excitement she feels during this momentous night. As she scans the room with her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her reflection on the mirror hanged at the opposite wall. Quickly, she stands up and stares with awe at the reflection standing before her. Short, skinny frame, long, straight hair reaching her knees, pale white skin, brown colored eyes.. She marvels at her own beauty, untouched by time, for 300 years. She twists her neck as if testing her ability to move it.
“Good evening”
Marissa nearly screamed in shock as she slowly turned around to see if what she heard was truly what she thought it was. To her horror she saw Lyra standing in front of her, her head slightly flexed to the left. The same position her head was in when she saw her inside the room a moment ago.
“But,, how,, that man,,” Marissa’s tears starts to fall as she forces the words out of her mouth. She was about to change the linen of Lyra’s bed when she saw that she was awake and talking to the police officer. She was about to go in to assess Lyra’s condition when the police officer suddenly grasp his left hand. And what followed was the reason why she’s still standing in that very spot. The monstrosity that has befallen the poor officer was enough for her to lose her own sanity. She can’t move, she can’t talk, all she can do was to watch. Until this very moment. In her mind she knows that this little, sweet, girl killed that poor man. What her mind cannot grasp was how – how in god’s name can a little girl murder in cold blood an armed police officer.
“Please don’t hurt me please!” pleaded Marissa as she slowly walks away from Lyra.
“Your beautiful” whispered Lyra as she puts her soft hand on Marissa’s cheek, her face as expressionless as a frozen corpse.
“Please don’t please”
“shush” gestured lyra, finger at her lips.
Suddenly Marissa starts to cough violently. She has saw this incident moments ago, and as she spit copious amounts of blood she knows what’s coming out next. In 3 seconds she’s staring at the blood spattered floor. And at a pink fleshy thing that was once her tongue.
“Nice night” said the little girl as she stares into the cloudless skyline of modern day manila. She cannot hide the excitement she feels upon seeing this world. A world that is so unlike the previous one that she inhabited. Like a newborn she scans the room, eager to feel and touch this strange world filled with see through walls and weird machinery. She kneels down in front of the mangled corpse of the police officer. She looks hard, squinting her eyes as if looking for some minute particle that has caught her interest.
A letter.
The little girl removes the piece of paper that was securely tucked at the officer’s front pocket. She starts to read the letter as she sits down besides the corpse.
Lyra,
Welcome back to the world! My servant is probably dead as you already have found my letter. I am sorry I was not there when you woke up, a father must always be at her daughter's side but, due to some unforeseen circumstances I have to delay our long awaited reunion. As promised, you will commence your ascension tonight. And I will be there as the clock strikes midnight. Until that time, do as you like my child, for this world will be yours tomorrow.
A smile creeps upon young Lyra’s face. She folds the letter and throws it unto the adjacent table. She never thought that the day of her awakening would come. Her slumber has been long and frustratingly agonizing but now she shakes as if a cold draft has suddenly entered the room. She could not hide the excitement she feels during this momentous night. As she scans the room with her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her reflection on the mirror hanged at the opposite wall. Quickly, she stands up and stares with awe at the reflection standing before her. Short, skinny frame, long, straight hair reaching her knees, pale white skin, brown colored eyes.. She marvels at her own beauty, untouched by time, for 300 years. She twists her neck as if testing her ability to move it.
“Good evening”
Marissa nearly screamed in shock as she slowly turned around to see if what she heard was truly what she thought it was. To her horror she saw Lyra standing in front of her, her head slightly flexed to the left. The same position her head was in when she saw her inside the room a moment ago.
“But,, how,, that man,,” Marissa’s tears starts to fall as she forces the words out of her mouth. She was about to change the linen of Lyra’s bed when she saw that she was awake and talking to the police officer. She was about to go in to assess Lyra’s condition when the police officer suddenly grasp his left hand. And what followed was the reason why she’s still standing in that very spot. The monstrosity that has befallen the poor officer was enough for her to lose her own sanity. She can’t move, she can’t talk, all she can do was to watch. Until this very moment. In her mind she knows that this little, sweet, girl killed that poor man. What her mind cannot grasp was how – how in god’s name can a little girl murder in cold blood an armed police officer.
“Please don’t hurt me please!” pleaded Marissa as she slowly walks away from Lyra.
“Your beautiful” whispered Lyra as she puts her soft hand on Marissa’s cheek, her face as expressionless as a frozen corpse.
“Please don’t please”
“shush” gestured lyra, finger at her lips.
Suddenly Marissa starts to cough violently. She has saw this incident moments ago, and as she spit copious amounts of blood she knows what’s coming out next. In 3 seconds she’s staring at the blood spattered floor. And at a pink fleshy thing that was once her tongue.
Episode 8: Good evening
“Where am I?”
“You’re awake!!” shouted the police officer keeping guard outside the room. He walks into the room slowly, maintaining his puzzled look on the newly awakened girl as if her waking up is the last thing that could happen in the world.
“Yes I am. Answer me, where am I? “
“This is a hospital in Manila. You’re in the Philippines right now.” Replied the police officer still awestruck by this girl waking up. “I kept watch over you. When they took you from the safe house I knew I have to watch over you.”
“That’s your job servant.” Replied the little girl. She tries to sit up and the police officer tried to help her but she abruptly pushes him away.
“What year is it?” questioned the little girl.
“2008”
The little girl replies with a soft nod. She stands up and walks around the room, her long black hair almost touching the floor. The police officer cannot help but marvel at what he’s seeing right now. “This girl has been asleep for almost 300 years and she’s walking around like she just woke up from her afternoon nap” thought the officer. The little girl then suddenly darts a piercing look on him as if she can read what’s going on in his head right now.
“You do know I can read your mind?”
“Yes mam”
“Are you scared of me servant?”
“I am in the presence of a higher being. I can feel nothing but ecstasy”
The little girl did not reply to this comment of undying devotion. She still walks around the room like a little child, admiring every piece of this world that she cannot understand. She runs her hands on the IV line, breaths air though the face mask the hospital provided her, but what mostly caught her attention is the mish mash of wires attached to her chest.
She watches as this tiny probes count the speed of her heart beat. Funny. She never thought in 300 years that she still has a heart. The monitor shows that she “still” is technically, HUMAN.
“Servant, what time will the master arrive?”
“After you have finished your ascension madam” replied the faithful servant, now, eyes to the floor, kneeling before the little girl, scared of those immense black eyes. “The final weapon of a long living rebellion. And i am first to see it” mumbled the police officer, obviously elated at the position that he’s in right know. Fidgeting and constantly rubbing his hands together because the room has suddenly become insanely cold with every word uttered by the little girl.
As the servants raise his eyes to see his master, he was shocked to see the face of the little girl, nearly touching his own face, those black pools of eyes suffocating his very existence. Somehow the servant doubted his timing.
“Tell me servant, are you afraid of death?” asked the little girl in a voice betraying her true intentions for the poor servant.
“uhh uhh no madam” replied the trembling servant. He tries to rub his hands together only to discover the dripping stump where his left hand is supposed to be. He tries to scream but no words would come out. He looks to his master for salvation but all he saw was a little girl staring blankly at him, no emotion whatsoever betraying her face. He saw her as somewhat indifferent, maybe bored even, with the situation his loyal servant is in now.
The servant falls to his knees, clutching the stump, writhing with the pain that suddenly ensues. He coughs, trying to clear his throat, trying his best to scream his lungs out. With a sudden episode of violent coughs, the servant spits out blood, teeth, and to his horror, his tongue. As a final ditch to escape, the servant bolts for the door only fall back again to the ground. Then he saw it. His legs have been severed.
“You’re awake!!” shouted the police officer keeping guard outside the room. He walks into the room slowly, maintaining his puzzled look on the newly awakened girl as if her waking up is the last thing that could happen in the world.
“Yes I am. Answer me, where am I? “
“This is a hospital in Manila. You’re in the Philippines right now.” Replied the police officer still awestruck by this girl waking up. “I kept watch over you. When they took you from the safe house I knew I have to watch over you.”
“That’s your job servant.” Replied the little girl. She tries to sit up and the police officer tried to help her but she abruptly pushes him away.
“What year is it?” questioned the little girl.
“2008”
The little girl replies with a soft nod. She stands up and walks around the room, her long black hair almost touching the floor. The police officer cannot help but marvel at what he’s seeing right now. “This girl has been asleep for almost 300 years and she’s walking around like she just woke up from her afternoon nap” thought the officer. The little girl then suddenly darts a piercing look on him as if she can read what’s going on in his head right now.
“You do know I can read your mind?”
“Yes mam”
“Are you scared of me servant?”
“I am in the presence of a higher being. I can feel nothing but ecstasy”
The little girl did not reply to this comment of undying devotion. She still walks around the room like a little child, admiring every piece of this world that she cannot understand. She runs her hands on the IV line, breaths air though the face mask the hospital provided her, but what mostly caught her attention is the mish mash of wires attached to her chest.
She watches as this tiny probes count the speed of her heart beat. Funny. She never thought in 300 years that she still has a heart. The monitor shows that she “still” is technically, HUMAN.
“Servant, what time will the master arrive?”
“After you have finished your ascension madam” replied the faithful servant, now, eyes to the floor, kneeling before the little girl, scared of those immense black eyes. “The final weapon of a long living rebellion. And i am first to see it” mumbled the police officer, obviously elated at the position that he’s in right know. Fidgeting and constantly rubbing his hands together because the room has suddenly become insanely cold with every word uttered by the little girl.
As the servants raise his eyes to see his master, he was shocked to see the face of the little girl, nearly touching his own face, those black pools of eyes suffocating his very existence. Somehow the servant doubted his timing.
“Tell me servant, are you afraid of death?” asked the little girl in a voice betraying her true intentions for the poor servant.
“uhh uhh no madam” replied the trembling servant. He tries to rub his hands together only to discover the dripping stump where his left hand is supposed to be. He tries to scream but no words would come out. He looks to his master for salvation but all he saw was a little girl staring blankly at him, no emotion whatsoever betraying her face. He saw her as somewhat indifferent, maybe bored even, with the situation his loyal servant is in now.
The servant falls to his knees, clutching the stump, writhing with the pain that suddenly ensues. He coughs, trying to clear his throat, trying his best to scream his lungs out. With a sudden episode of violent coughs, the servant spits out blood, teeth, and to his horror, his tongue. As a final ditch to escape, the servant bolts for the door only fall back again to the ground. Then he saw it. His legs have been severed.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Episode 7: 7:00 PM
“Took you long enough” grumbled Eunice as Luis leaned in to give his big sister a kiss. “We could have gotten here earlier if Omar here wasn’t driving like a Lola”
: Dude, that’s a Mercedes! I can’t just drive it around like it’s a cheap piece of junk!” protested Omar who obviously did not appreciate Luis mocking his driving in front of Eunice. “Ok fine let’s just order food. I got somewhere to go”
“You’re going on a date? Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s this guy?!” pointing to Omar.
“Of course not! No offense Omar but your just not my type” replied Eunice much to the disappointment of Omar. The very thought that some other guy is going to take her out tonight irritates Omar so much that he keeps on glancing to the door, expecting that the mystery guy would enter the crowded cafeteria.
“I bet he doesn’t drive a Mercedes”
“What’s that Omar?”
“Nothing, let’s just order food” replied Omar as he removes the realistic day dream from his head.
“If you have a date, why the hell are you eating dinner with us?” asked Omar as he simultaneously chew spoonful of spaghetti. “First, don’t speak with your mouth full of food, it’s disgusting” “second, I already promised Luis here that we would eat together. You’re the one who’s out of place” finished Eunice that surely embarrassed Omar. He tried to find an ally in Luis but all he saw was his “friend” trying to hide his laughter underneath the table.”
“That’s a really nice thing to say considering your brother has been treating me like a P.A. and a driver all day long”
“Well, you did volunteer” replied Luis in a matter-of – fact type tone suggesting that this embarrassment that Omar is currently enduring is self inflicted.
“This is why I hate going out with you two. You both bring out the devil in each other. Maybe I should write a book about how you two treat me.”
“No ones gonna read it” said Luis
“Why not?”
“Cause you wrote it perhaps?” remarked Eunice
“Ok that’s it! No one insults my writing!” said Omar, his voice showing frustration with the argument he obviously cannot win.
Heheheheh and the two Mariveles just laughed at how frustrated Omar is with the two of them.
“Ok boys, got to go” said Eunice glancing at her watch. It shows 6:47.
“So soon? We haven’t even made Omar cry” remarked Luis earning him a punch in the stomach from Omar.
“You two play nice. Omar, take good care of my brother.”
“You mean your sister?”
“Yeah, my baby sister that just almost made you cry!” shouted Eunice as she stepped out of the cafeteria irritating Omar more by not letting him say the last word.
“Those 2 jackass better not do anything stupid here” said Eunice to herself as she walks the short walkway from the cafeteria to the PGH gates. She can’t stop thinking what it is that is so important that would make Michael ask he to skip work.
Beep..
“Eunice fumbles inside her purse to retrieve her cellphone. She flips it open and reads the msg
She’s awake..:)
: Dude, that’s a Mercedes! I can’t just drive it around like it’s a cheap piece of junk!” protested Omar who obviously did not appreciate Luis mocking his driving in front of Eunice. “Ok fine let’s just order food. I got somewhere to go”
“You’re going on a date? Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s this guy?!” pointing to Omar.
“Of course not! No offense Omar but your just not my type” replied Eunice much to the disappointment of Omar. The very thought that some other guy is going to take her out tonight irritates Omar so much that he keeps on glancing to the door, expecting that the mystery guy would enter the crowded cafeteria.
“I bet he doesn’t drive a Mercedes”
“What’s that Omar?”
“Nothing, let’s just order food” replied Omar as he removes the realistic day dream from his head.
“If you have a date, why the hell are you eating dinner with us?” asked Omar as he simultaneously chew spoonful of spaghetti. “First, don’t speak with your mouth full of food, it’s disgusting” “second, I already promised Luis here that we would eat together. You’re the one who’s out of place” finished Eunice that surely embarrassed Omar. He tried to find an ally in Luis but all he saw was his “friend” trying to hide his laughter underneath the table.”
“That’s a really nice thing to say considering your brother has been treating me like a P.A. and a driver all day long”
“Well, you did volunteer” replied Luis in a matter-of – fact type tone suggesting that this embarrassment that Omar is currently enduring is self inflicted.
“This is why I hate going out with you two. You both bring out the devil in each other. Maybe I should write a book about how you two treat me.”
“No ones gonna read it” said Luis
“Why not?”
“Cause you wrote it perhaps?” remarked Eunice
“Ok that’s it! No one insults my writing!” said Omar, his voice showing frustration with the argument he obviously cannot win.
Heheheheh and the two Mariveles just laughed at how frustrated Omar is with the two of them.
“Ok boys, got to go” said Eunice glancing at her watch. It shows 6:47.
“So soon? We haven’t even made Omar cry” remarked Luis earning him a punch in the stomach from Omar.
“You two play nice. Omar, take good care of my brother.”
“You mean your sister?”
“Yeah, my baby sister that just almost made you cry!” shouted Eunice as she stepped out of the cafeteria irritating Omar more by not letting him say the last word.
“Those 2 jackass better not do anything stupid here” said Eunice to herself as she walks the short walkway from the cafeteria to the PGH gates. She can’t stop thinking what it is that is so important that would make Michael ask he to skip work.
Beep..
“Eunice fumbles inside her purse to retrieve her cellphone. She flips it open and reads the msg
She’s awake..:)
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