“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..:)
Episode 6: destiny
Faces. Everyday we see a variety of faces, in the streets, in the church, every breathing moment of our lives our brain register a new face, a different personality, someone new, neither menial nor inconsequential. Faces that we may forget in 2 seconds or faces we’ll remember for 3 centuries. For time does not tarnish the face of a savior, the face of a willing sacrifice, a face that forever hunts the hearts of the guilty. For that’s the good thing about human beings. We forget who we are but we, no matter how hard we try, shall never forget a face that touched our lives.
“She looks so alive” whispered Eunice to herself. She finds it easier to talk to herself when dealing with comatose patients. She explains this by saying she would rather look crazy, that go crazy being alone all the time at the ICU unit. As she moves her thin hands to finish the sponge bath on her patient, she cannot help but to admire the incredible beauty of the child that lies before her. Long, jet black hair, smooth skin, fair complexion, it’s obvious that this girl is very well cared of thought Eunice.
She wipes the moist cloth over the face of the little girl, caressing with all the tenderness that she’s known for. Nicknamed “Madre” by her co-workers, Eunice has always exuded a soft, overly caring aura to all. She’s easily approachable, friendly, and always extends a helping hand to anyone who desires it. Her melodic voice paired with a pure Filipina beauty makes her the sought after nurse in the whole unit. Every male doctor in the hospital has in some point, made a move on her (or rather, thought about it). But this unique beauty’s heart has always belonged to someone, a mysterious man unknown even to the closest of Eunice’s friends.
BEEP BEEP YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE.
Shit. Eunice drops the towel that she was holding, startled, she wipes her wet hands and fumbles for her cell phone. She flips it open and opened her inbox.
ð Michael
ð Bro ko!!
A strange smile creeps over Eunice’s face. It’s been a while since she heard anything from Michael, a guy she met at the nearby starbucks in UN Avenue. They exchanged no.s but never really went out on a real date. “Maybe today’s the day he finally got the nerve to ask me out!?” thought Eunice as she open’s the message:
Xan ka? Kung nxa hosp ka uwi ka na plz It’s an emergency. Get out of there ASAP. I’ll explain later.. ingat po..
“What the?!” Michael’s weird message brought a cold tingling sensation on her spine. “He’s practically a stranger and he’s asking me to leave the hospital?!” she started freaking out as she dial Michael’s no.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
No answer. Eunice sat down on the nearby stool to collect her thoughts. Then a strange idea passed trough her mind. “This is his way to ask me out! He wants me to walk out from my work so we could go out!” thought Eunice as she gathers her stuff preparing to leave the young girl’s room. Excited by this sudden revelation of thoughts, she completely forgot that she left her phone on the young girl’s side table. She was halfway across the wash white walled corridor when she remembered her phone. She ran all the way to room 187 to retrieve her phone. When she finally has her cell phone, she read the remaining message.
Dinner at 8.. kasama ko ci Omar,, see der te..
“Shit I totally spaced!” exclaimed Eunice. She promised her brother Luis that they’ll eat together on the hospital’s cafeteria for dinner. “I guess I’ll eat dinner before finding out what mike’s up to” thought Eunice as she makes her way back to the nurse’s station.
Sure mit ko keo dun
Replied Eunice to her younger brother, who at this very moment, is brooding over a weird parchment paper at the local library 4 blocks from the hospital. Her head nurse has given her the night off as there is practically no one at their unit. Except for a policeman that keeps guard by the young girl’s door. Why he’s there no one knows. One doctor speculated that the young girl is probably the daughter of a very rich and very influential person judging by the police being her personal body guards, the best doctors and consultants attending to her case, and the silence that lies behind her case. Not even Eunice who is the direct nurse in charge of her care knows squat about her. All she knows is that the girl lost consciousness and never came back. Her case is a tight lid that not everyone is privileged to know. But this does not bother Eunice at all. “I care for the girl. It’s my job. I like it. That ‘s all I need to know” thought Eunice as she packs her bag ready to meet up with her brother. She bid goodbye to her co nurses and walks out of the unit still thinking what Michael meant with his weird message earlier.
“She looks so alive” whispered Eunice to herself. She finds it easier to talk to herself when dealing with comatose patients. She explains this by saying she would rather look crazy, that go crazy being alone all the time at the ICU unit. As she moves her thin hands to finish the sponge bath on her patient, she cannot help but to admire the incredible beauty of the child that lies before her. Long, jet black hair, smooth skin, fair complexion, it’s obvious that this girl is very well cared of thought Eunice.
She wipes the moist cloth over the face of the little girl, caressing with all the tenderness that she’s known for. Nicknamed “Madre” by her co-workers, Eunice has always exuded a soft, overly caring aura to all. She’s easily approachable, friendly, and always extends a helping hand to anyone who desires it. Her melodic voice paired with a pure Filipina beauty makes her the sought after nurse in the whole unit. Every male doctor in the hospital has in some point, made a move on her (or rather, thought about it). But this unique beauty’s heart has always belonged to someone, a mysterious man unknown even to the closest of Eunice’s friends.
BEEP BEEP YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE.
Shit. Eunice drops the towel that she was holding, startled, she wipes her wet hands and fumbles for her cell phone. She flips it open and opened her inbox.
ð Michael
ð Bro ko!!
A strange smile creeps over Eunice’s face. It’s been a while since she heard anything from Michael, a guy she met at the nearby starbucks in UN Avenue. They exchanged no.s but never really went out on a real date. “Maybe today’s the day he finally got the nerve to ask me out!?” thought Eunice as she open’s the message:
Xan ka? Kung nxa hosp ka uwi ka na plz It’s an emergency. Get out of there ASAP. I’ll explain later.. ingat po..
“What the?!” Michael’s weird message brought a cold tingling sensation on her spine. “He’s practically a stranger and he’s asking me to leave the hospital?!” she started freaking out as she dial Michael’s no.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
No answer. Eunice sat down on the nearby stool to collect her thoughts. Then a strange idea passed trough her mind. “This is his way to ask me out! He wants me to walk out from my work so we could go out!” thought Eunice as she gathers her stuff preparing to leave the young girl’s room. Excited by this sudden revelation of thoughts, she completely forgot that she left her phone on the young girl’s side table. She was halfway across the wash white walled corridor when she remembered her phone. She ran all the way to room 187 to retrieve her phone. When she finally has her cell phone, she read the remaining message.
Dinner at 8.. kasama ko ci Omar,, see der te..
“Shit I totally spaced!” exclaimed Eunice. She promised her brother Luis that they’ll eat together on the hospital’s cafeteria for dinner. “I guess I’ll eat dinner before finding out what mike’s up to” thought Eunice as she makes her way back to the nurse’s station.
Sure mit ko keo dun
Replied Eunice to her younger brother, who at this very moment, is brooding over a weird parchment paper at the local library 4 blocks from the hospital. Her head nurse has given her the night off as there is practically no one at their unit. Except for a policeman that keeps guard by the young girl’s door. Why he’s there no one knows. One doctor speculated that the young girl is probably the daughter of a very rich and very influential person judging by the police being her personal body guards, the best doctors and consultants attending to her case, and the silence that lies behind her case. Not even Eunice who is the direct nurse in charge of her care knows squat about her. All she knows is that the girl lost consciousness and never came back. Her case is a tight lid that not everyone is privileged to know. But this does not bother Eunice at all. “I care for the girl. It’s my job. I like it. That ‘s all I need to know” thought Eunice as she packs her bag ready to meet up with her brother. She bid goodbye to her co nurses and walks out of the unit still thinking what Michael meant with his weird message earlier.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Episode 5: souls entangled
“Dude, you’ve been reading that for ages” complained Omar as he flipped though centuries old text books. “I really think we should get something to eat”
“I am not hungry” replied the obviously irritated Luis. “sumama ka pa kase sabi nang wala kang trip dito” (I knew you shouldn’t have came with me, this does not interest you)
“Well, at least that librarian is hot” commented Omar as the librarian passes their table pushing a book cart bound for the back sections of the library.
Luis just shrugged and continued reading the article that so grasped his interest.
“What’s so special about this story anyway? I thought your writing about the Malleus Maleficarum? (Witch’s hammer) said Omar as he snatches the piece of parchment in Luis’ hands.
“Because, that – is one of the first recorded events that the book was used” replied Luis as he snatches back the parchment much to the surprise of Omar. Luis knew that taking Omar to the National Library is a royal disaster, but the leech of a best friend that he has insisted of coming not to read; but to finally convince him to “finish” his thesis. Omar has been pushing Luis to shortcut his thesis so that he could finally join him in attending Grad parties and such events. Omar even said to him once “a senior not drunk is not a senior at all”. But Luis always shuts him down. This whole business of witches has totally engulfed all his attention. Finally accepting defeat, Omar sits on his side of the table, piling up books that he could use as a pillow. Luis takes a final look at his friend and returns to his reading. Luis is a good looking guy. A few trips to the shower and a good haircut would surely make him look like Mr. UST. But he chooses to grow his hair so that it covers most of his face, he only wears jeans, sneakers, and mono colored shirts, much to the disdain of Omar who, in the UST food chain, is the perfect guy. Girls line up to be Omar’s date for parties and social events all around school. This is the reason why many wonder why a good looking guy driving a Mercedes would choose to hang out with the Lit College’s resident geek. Omar’s explanation when confronted with this question is always “do I ask you where you crap? No. because that’s a personal decision. So don’t ask me who I choose to keep my crap” this undying loyalty and incredible affinity with books keep these freshmen roommates friends for their entire college life. And so is the reason why Luis has to finish this thesis. Omar’s thesis about the Noli Me Tangere has so astounded the Lit faculty in UST that it has already been deemed “thesis of the year” even though half of the thesis of the graduating class has not yet been reviewed. The entire faculty except 1, Dr. Mateo Chavez, head of the European department and Luis’ thesis adviser believes that Omar’s thesis is the best. Dr. Chavez or, Dream Killer as the students so affectionately calls him for his Zero Tolerance on sleeping students, believes that Luis’ may have stumbled upon a wonderful thesis. “The Malleus Maleficarum and its contribution to the persecution of early Filipino inhabitants during the Spanish rule” is truly a unique topic and has “great potential” as the Dr. often refers to it. Dr. Chavez’ continued pressure to Luis further drove his obsession to finish what he already has invested long hours of not sleeping into.
“I can’t get it” mumbled Luis as he parted his long hair that has blocked his view of Omar. “What?” Omar replied as he flipped open his cell phone to check for messages. “The book clearly stated that most witches are Women, but in this story, they burned the young man instead of the girl. What’s up with that?
“Maybe the girl’s too young” replied Omar as he searches the perimeter for the hot librarian that he’s been goggling at all day.
“Nah, no age restrictions for witches” mumbles Luis as he re-read the parchment again.
“Maybe their not burning a witch, like you said, he’s a murderer. He killed all those people in 1 night. Crazy son of a bitch. He deserves to be burned alive” stated Omar as he returns the books to the shelves that they took it from.
“something‘s not right with this story.”
Well, whatever it is, we can’t deal with it with an empty stomach. Let’s go have dinner. My treat” offered Omar, who after the long hours spent in the National Library, is willing to do anything just to get out of this “hell hole with books” as he likes to call it.
“I can’t bro, sorry. I am going to have dinner with my sister”
“si ate?! Sama ko!” exclaimed Omar as he rushes his book returning chore. “No one’s hotter that your sister man. That’s 1 of the reasons why I am friends with you” snickered Omar as Luis looks at Omar with a puzzled look. “I know you like my sister, but you’re actually volunteering to eat Hospital food?”
“Yup!”
“Then let’s go it’s her break in 20 minutes “said Luis as they Exit the main building of the National Library and into Kalaw St. where Omar parked his black Mercedes.
“Dude, there’s traffic at Taft, we should take this St.” pointing to a street adjacent to 711 store.
“You sure your Ate won’t mind me tagging along” asked Omar
“Yup. It can’t get any worse. They already serve crap food at PGH.”
“I am not hungry” replied the obviously irritated Luis. “sumama ka pa kase sabi nang wala kang trip dito” (I knew you shouldn’t have came with me, this does not interest you)
“Well, at least that librarian is hot” commented Omar as the librarian passes their table pushing a book cart bound for the back sections of the library.
Luis just shrugged and continued reading the article that so grasped his interest.
“What’s so special about this story anyway? I thought your writing about the Malleus Maleficarum? (Witch’s hammer) said Omar as he snatches the piece of parchment in Luis’ hands.
“Because, that – is one of the first recorded events that the book was used” replied Luis as he snatches back the parchment much to the surprise of Omar. Luis knew that taking Omar to the National Library is a royal disaster, but the leech of a best friend that he has insisted of coming not to read; but to finally convince him to “finish” his thesis. Omar has been pushing Luis to shortcut his thesis so that he could finally join him in attending Grad parties and such events. Omar even said to him once “a senior not drunk is not a senior at all”. But Luis always shuts him down. This whole business of witches has totally engulfed all his attention. Finally accepting defeat, Omar sits on his side of the table, piling up books that he could use as a pillow. Luis takes a final look at his friend and returns to his reading. Luis is a good looking guy. A few trips to the shower and a good haircut would surely make him look like Mr. UST. But he chooses to grow his hair so that it covers most of his face, he only wears jeans, sneakers, and mono colored shirts, much to the disdain of Omar who, in the UST food chain, is the perfect guy. Girls line up to be Omar’s date for parties and social events all around school. This is the reason why many wonder why a good looking guy driving a Mercedes would choose to hang out with the Lit College’s resident geek. Omar’s explanation when confronted with this question is always “do I ask you where you crap? No. because that’s a personal decision. So don’t ask me who I choose to keep my crap” this undying loyalty and incredible affinity with books keep these freshmen roommates friends for their entire college life. And so is the reason why Luis has to finish this thesis. Omar’s thesis about the Noli Me Tangere has so astounded the Lit faculty in UST that it has already been deemed “thesis of the year” even though half of the thesis of the graduating class has not yet been reviewed. The entire faculty except 1, Dr. Mateo Chavez, head of the European department and Luis’ thesis adviser believes that Omar’s thesis is the best. Dr. Chavez or, Dream Killer as the students so affectionately calls him for his Zero Tolerance on sleeping students, believes that Luis’ may have stumbled upon a wonderful thesis. “The Malleus Maleficarum and its contribution to the persecution of early Filipino inhabitants during the Spanish rule” is truly a unique topic and has “great potential” as the Dr. often refers to it. Dr. Chavez’ continued pressure to Luis further drove his obsession to finish what he already has invested long hours of not sleeping into.
“I can’t get it” mumbled Luis as he parted his long hair that has blocked his view of Omar. “What?” Omar replied as he flipped open his cell phone to check for messages. “The book clearly stated that most witches are Women, but in this story, they burned the young man instead of the girl. What’s up with that?
“Maybe the girl’s too young” replied Omar as he searches the perimeter for the hot librarian that he’s been goggling at all day.
“Nah, no age restrictions for witches” mumbles Luis as he re-read the parchment again.
“Maybe their not burning a witch, like you said, he’s a murderer. He killed all those people in 1 night. Crazy son of a bitch. He deserves to be burned alive” stated Omar as he returns the books to the shelves that they took it from.
“something‘s not right with this story.”
Well, whatever it is, we can’t deal with it with an empty stomach. Let’s go have dinner. My treat” offered Omar, who after the long hours spent in the National Library, is willing to do anything just to get out of this “hell hole with books” as he likes to call it.
“I can’t bro, sorry. I am going to have dinner with my sister”
“si ate?! Sama ko!” exclaimed Omar as he rushes his book returning chore. “No one’s hotter that your sister man. That’s 1 of the reasons why I am friends with you” snickered Omar as Luis looks at Omar with a puzzled look. “I know you like my sister, but you’re actually volunteering to eat Hospital food?”
“Yup!”
“Then let’s go it’s her break in 20 minutes “said Luis as they Exit the main building of the National Library and into Kalaw St. where Omar parked his black Mercedes.
“Dude, there’s traffic at Taft, we should take this St.” pointing to a street adjacent to 711 store.
“You sure your Ate won’t mind me tagging along” asked Omar
“Yup. It can’t get any worse. They already serve crap food at PGH.”
Friday, April 11, 2008
Episode 4: Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away lives a beautiful woman loved by all in the village. It was a small town on the edge of the snowy mountains. She was of royal blood, as manifested by her long locks of golden hair and magnificent beauty. This beauty attracted all the men in the town and even in the nearby villages. They would argue about whom the most is fit to become the lady’s husband. Her beauty so intoxicated them that they would go to such extent as to killing rival suitors, holding fights to the death by the house of the lady, even building small personal armies to exterminate the opposition. This brought immense chaos to the town. The river flowed with blood; the streets littered by the dead, the killings not only destroyed the town, but the thriving life in it. Her father, a power landlord of the town ordered that her daughter will never be wed, and that a fortress built with walls as high as mountains to serve as her daughter’s prison. This is his way of protecting the town from her maddening that bewitched men young and old.
This saddened the young woman. The only thing that she wanted was to live normally and have a family of her own. Inside this castle she felt like a cage bird, slowly rotting in her prison of concrete. Her only comfort was the guiding words of the only person her father allowed to enter the fortress. The local bishop reverend Ricardo Celest.
After the second visit, she would not be at peace anymore. For her entire life.
Ricardo Celest.
He is the local bishop of the village and the only person allowed inside the walls of the young woman’s “fortress”. He was a man admired by all. His presence triggered respect and even fear to the flock that he tends. The mere sight of his near balding head and piercing blue eyes makes any sinner confess of their guilt. A man of rigor beliefs, bishop Celest imposes a near martial rule over the town that both gripped their minds and hearts. But the trust that everyone gave him including the young woman’s father would soon be betrayed by a dark obsession. As soon as he enters the young woman’s room, the poor girl would wish that death would be sooner. For this holy man bring with him the pain and humiliation that even hell would not rival. He raped her over and over again; torture her, physically and mentally. He would subject her to all the dark malice that his “holy” mind could imagine. He would do this every visit, inflicting more pain that the first one. He would bring tools of torture, slashing and bleeding the young girl until she loses consciousness from the pain.
Every night the young woman would pray to god for salvation. She looks at her wounds and starts to cry all over again for no matter what happen, she would receive new wounds tomorrow from her benefactor. Her only salvation was the creature growing on her womb. The new life that has sprung from the malicious evil that has befallen her. Her son was her only solace from the pain that everyday living would inflict on her. But fate has been kind to her. Upon discovery of what happened, the young woman’s father was so outraged that he burned the church thus, killing the malevolent priest in his sleep. This deed has freed the young girl from her infernal prison, but it also caused the authorities to apprehend and sentence her father to be hanged. The young woman was left alone, with a son she named Michael (like god), who, on the eyes of the village, was the son of a disgraced man of god, thereby causing her young son to be excommunicated. The young woman was forced to a life of poverty upon learning that all her father’s wealth was removed form her by the church upon accusations that her father was a “heretic” and his wealth was product of “dark magic” that opposes the teachings of the church. Undaunted, the young woman accepted her fate for she is now content with what se has. She was freed from her captivity, and she has a son that loves and cherishes her. She lived on a small farm, planting crops to ensure her son’s survival. Her life was as peaceful and tranquil as she had imagined. She remarried, to a young farmer much to the disdain of the farmer’s family, and lived the remaining days of her life with him and Michael. She bore a daughter this time, which she named Lyra.
But peace would not last very long. A famine has struck the village rendering the once fertile land to dust and ruble. It did not take long before the villagers accused the woman of witchcraft, blaming her for the predicament that they are in right now. They gave her name to the inquisition, which then sent soldiers to abduct her. Her husband fought to defend his wife from the wretched hands of the inquisitors, but was murdered in cold blood in front of the woman, her young son Michael, and 8 year old lyra. In did not take long before they passed judgment on her. She was sentenced to be burned at the stake in front of the whole village. She died crying out to Michael to protect young lyra with his life. And she died, never knowing what happily ever after means.
That night Michael murdered the entire village in their sleep. 666 men, women, and children, were killed in cold blood that authorities from neighboring villages immediately apprehended Michael and burned him in the very spot that her mother was killed. The fire was so great that when they finally doused the flames, no remains where found. They say young Lyra was so scarred by the events that she lost her mind and wandered the world as an insane woman, while others say she fled to the forest and became the witch of the northern mountains, forever torturing malignant souls that dare venture into her lair. For all we know, she could be dead, freed from the dark curse imbedded in their blood line..
This saddened the young woman. The only thing that she wanted was to live normally and have a family of her own. Inside this castle she felt like a cage bird, slowly rotting in her prison of concrete. Her only comfort was the guiding words of the only person her father allowed to enter the fortress. The local bishop reverend Ricardo Celest.
After the second visit, she would not be at peace anymore. For her entire life.
Ricardo Celest.
He is the local bishop of the village and the only person allowed inside the walls of the young woman’s “fortress”. He was a man admired by all. His presence triggered respect and even fear to the flock that he tends. The mere sight of his near balding head and piercing blue eyes makes any sinner confess of their guilt. A man of rigor beliefs, bishop Celest imposes a near martial rule over the town that both gripped their minds and hearts. But the trust that everyone gave him including the young woman’s father would soon be betrayed by a dark obsession. As soon as he enters the young woman’s room, the poor girl would wish that death would be sooner. For this holy man bring with him the pain and humiliation that even hell would not rival. He raped her over and over again; torture her, physically and mentally. He would subject her to all the dark malice that his “holy” mind could imagine. He would do this every visit, inflicting more pain that the first one. He would bring tools of torture, slashing and bleeding the young girl until she loses consciousness from the pain.
Every night the young woman would pray to god for salvation. She looks at her wounds and starts to cry all over again for no matter what happen, she would receive new wounds tomorrow from her benefactor. Her only salvation was the creature growing on her womb. The new life that has sprung from the malicious evil that has befallen her. Her son was her only solace from the pain that everyday living would inflict on her. But fate has been kind to her. Upon discovery of what happened, the young woman’s father was so outraged that he burned the church thus, killing the malevolent priest in his sleep. This deed has freed the young girl from her infernal prison, but it also caused the authorities to apprehend and sentence her father to be hanged. The young woman was left alone, with a son she named Michael (like god), who, on the eyes of the village, was the son of a disgraced man of god, thereby causing her young son to be excommunicated. The young woman was forced to a life of poverty upon learning that all her father’s wealth was removed form her by the church upon accusations that her father was a “heretic” and his wealth was product of “dark magic” that opposes the teachings of the church. Undaunted, the young woman accepted her fate for she is now content with what se has. She was freed from her captivity, and she has a son that loves and cherishes her. She lived on a small farm, planting crops to ensure her son’s survival. Her life was as peaceful and tranquil as she had imagined. She remarried, to a young farmer much to the disdain of the farmer’s family, and lived the remaining days of her life with him and Michael. She bore a daughter this time, which she named Lyra.
But peace would not last very long. A famine has struck the village rendering the once fertile land to dust and ruble. It did not take long before the villagers accused the woman of witchcraft, blaming her for the predicament that they are in right now. They gave her name to the inquisition, which then sent soldiers to abduct her. Her husband fought to defend his wife from the wretched hands of the inquisitors, but was murdered in cold blood in front of the woman, her young son Michael, and 8 year old lyra. In did not take long before they passed judgment on her. She was sentenced to be burned at the stake in front of the whole village. She died crying out to Michael to protect young lyra with his life. And she died, never knowing what happily ever after means.
That night Michael murdered the entire village in their sleep. 666 men, women, and children, were killed in cold blood that authorities from neighboring villages immediately apprehended Michael and burned him in the very spot that her mother was killed. The fire was so great that when they finally doused the flames, no remains where found. They say young Lyra was so scarred by the events that she lost her mind and wandered the world as an insane woman, while others say she fled to the forest and became the witch of the northern mountains, forever torturing malignant souls that dare venture into her lair. For all we know, she could be dead, freed from the dark curse imbedded in their blood line..
Episode 3: eye of the beholder
Have you ever seen the unseen? Have you ever felt the indescribable urge to cry or scream every time you’re alone in a dark place? Have you seen shadows move at the edge of your eye? How about the feeling of a strange presence at the bathroom or inside your car? The human imagination is like an immense video collection of memories but when does memory become reality? Reality becomes fantasy? Fantasy becomes insanity?
These are strange questions that plague the mind of a genius like Elise. Questions such as these keeps her awake at night, keeps her from looking at any glass surface, keeps her from keeping real friends, keeps her from living.
“Fuck”
Mumbled Elise as she accidentally drops her cigarette to the concrete ground. With shaking hands she picks up the cigarette butt and takes a quick puff. She’s hiding out on the roof top of PGH. This small rectangular top floor most commonly used by doctors and nurses for reasons that may not suite their chose profession is her favorite hiding spot. Strangely, she finds comfort on places that oversees manila. Wiping her teary eyes with a flower printed handkerchief she tries t digest what she just saw in Mr. Elmira’s room. The very scene that caused her to momentarily lose her grip to the real world. The very incident that makes her wish she would just drop dead.
Judgment eye! Exclaimed aling Merced as she first laid eyes on little Elise. She was 8 yrs old at that time walking the long streets of Divisoria with her “yaya”. It was her mother’s birthday and by some strange twist of fate she convinced her driver to drop her of in Divisoria with her yaya to buy a gift for her mother.
“Lumayo ka sa kanya!” shouted Marissa as she yanks Elise from the grip of what she sees as an insane beggar. One scratch on Elise would cause Marissa to board a boat back to samara and return to farming.
“tama ang sabi ni amang. Bago ako mamatay makikita ko ang bata ng mga mata” (father was right! Before I die I’ll actually see the child of the eyes! ) said the feeble looking aling Merced as she returns the lifeless gaze Elise is pointing at her.
“Anak ng mga mata? “ (Child of the eyes?)
oo anak. Anak ka ng mga mata, sapagkat ang mga mata mo ay mata ng langit at impyerno. Explained the feeble old lady as she kneels down in front of Elise, holding her hands to her heart as if she was a long lost daughter. Much to the horror of Marissa.
Tulong! Tulong! Shouted Marissa, as she tries to yank of Elise from the grip of the old lady. Shoppers and store clerks alike now start to notice the little commotion in the middle of the pavilion. 2 guards from the nearby bank tries to convince aling merced to let go of the little girl, but her grip was so tight that they have to practically tear of her hands from Elise’s limbs. On the contrary, the situation did not scare little Elise. Rather, the crazy old lady’s words caught her curiosity. Deep in her mind she’s thinking, “This lady is really crazy”
“ konti na lng. Hindi na ko mukhang baliw sayo bata.” (in 30 seconds I’ll no longer look crazy to you kid”
Replied a restrained aling merced. She was surpassingly stronger that she looks and it took 2 middle aged guys to keep her from running back to what they thought was a very scared child.
Those words were like a wake up call to little Elise. And a warning to what is about to happen. In a split second aling merced frees herself from the arms of her captors. She falls to the ground and starts to flail her hands forcefully to the air.. Her eyes were as white as static from the television and spit was pouring out of her mouth. Her body was jerking sideways as if a deadly electric bolt has passed through her body. Everyone was stunned. Onlookers were horrified with what they were seeing. One girl fainted on the sight of aling Merced”episode” No one dared to touch her during the seizure episode. Or perhaps, no one knew what they could have done to help her. Death is ripping her soul of her body and no one knows what or how they could help her hold to life. All they could do was look on. And watch a scene that all of us are required to play sooner or later. Death’s finale.
Marissa could barely stand on her own feet. Tears flow through her eyes as she watch aling Merced twist and jerk her way out of the living realm. Too stunned to moved, she slowly moves her gaze to her young charge.
She nearly lost her grip on reality when she saw what was happening to Elise.
Down on her knees, Elise was crying. With tears of blood.
These are strange questions that plague the mind of a genius like Elise. Questions such as these keeps her awake at night, keeps her from looking at any glass surface, keeps her from keeping real friends, keeps her from living.
“Fuck”
Mumbled Elise as she accidentally drops her cigarette to the concrete ground. With shaking hands she picks up the cigarette butt and takes a quick puff. She’s hiding out on the roof top of PGH. This small rectangular top floor most commonly used by doctors and nurses for reasons that may not suite their chose profession is her favorite hiding spot. Strangely, she finds comfort on places that oversees manila. Wiping her teary eyes with a flower printed handkerchief she tries t digest what she just saw in Mr. Elmira’s room. The very scene that caused her to momentarily lose her grip to the real world. The very incident that makes her wish she would just drop dead.
Judgment eye! Exclaimed aling Merced as she first laid eyes on little Elise. She was 8 yrs old at that time walking the long streets of Divisoria with her “yaya”. It was her mother’s birthday and by some strange twist of fate she convinced her driver to drop her of in Divisoria with her yaya to buy a gift for her mother.
“Lumayo ka sa kanya!” shouted Marissa as she yanks Elise from the grip of what she sees as an insane beggar. One scratch on Elise would cause Marissa to board a boat back to samara and return to farming.
“tama ang sabi ni amang. Bago ako mamatay makikita ko ang bata ng mga mata” (father was right! Before I die I’ll actually see the child of the eyes! ) said the feeble looking aling Merced as she returns the lifeless gaze Elise is pointing at her.
“Anak ng mga mata? “ (Child of the eyes?)
oo anak. Anak ka ng mga mata, sapagkat ang mga mata mo ay mata ng langit at impyerno. Explained the feeble old lady as she kneels down in front of Elise, holding her hands to her heart as if she was a long lost daughter. Much to the horror of Marissa.
Tulong! Tulong! Shouted Marissa, as she tries to yank of Elise from the grip of the old lady. Shoppers and store clerks alike now start to notice the little commotion in the middle of the pavilion. 2 guards from the nearby bank tries to convince aling merced to let go of the little girl, but her grip was so tight that they have to practically tear of her hands from Elise’s limbs. On the contrary, the situation did not scare little Elise. Rather, the crazy old lady’s words caught her curiosity. Deep in her mind she’s thinking, “This lady is really crazy”
“ konti na lng. Hindi na ko mukhang baliw sayo bata.” (in 30 seconds I’ll no longer look crazy to you kid”
Replied a restrained aling merced. She was surpassingly stronger that she looks and it took 2 middle aged guys to keep her from running back to what they thought was a very scared child.
Those words were like a wake up call to little Elise. And a warning to what is about to happen. In a split second aling merced frees herself from the arms of her captors. She falls to the ground and starts to flail her hands forcefully to the air.. Her eyes were as white as static from the television and spit was pouring out of her mouth. Her body was jerking sideways as if a deadly electric bolt has passed through her body. Everyone was stunned. Onlookers were horrified with what they were seeing. One girl fainted on the sight of aling Merced”episode” No one dared to touch her during the seizure episode. Or perhaps, no one knew what they could have done to help her. Death is ripping her soul of her body and no one knows what or how they could help her hold to life. All they could do was look on. And watch a scene that all of us are required to play sooner or later. Death’s finale.
Marissa could barely stand on her own feet. Tears flow through her eyes as she watch aling Merced twist and jerk her way out of the living realm. Too stunned to moved, she slowly moves her gaze to her young charge.
She nearly lost her grip on reality when she saw what was happening to Elise.
Down on her knees, Elise was crying. With tears of blood.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
episode 2: the tomorrow of dreams
"Code blue!" shouted Elise when she found out that her patient Mr. Elmira is already missing a pulse. In a flash the room is filled with random people, or health care professionals, as they like to be called, doing things that normal people would not even be able to understand. ECG leads are attached, Emergency Meds are being prepared, and a cardiologist bends down to pick up an apical pulse using his stethoscope. Utter chaos. Elise steps back to get a better view of the impending death that is approaching. 24 year old Elise would probably have a better understanding of death than most people in the room. She chose to be a nurse to be near death. She’s practically dating death. But every time death knocks on her patient’s doors, she refuses to answer. She just falls to her feet, eyes staring out in space, her long dark hair that she keeps tied up neatly falls of creating the impression of an insane woman.
"Elise!"
"Get her out of this room!" Yelled the obviously irritated Cardiologist. His voice echoes across the halls of ward 2c prompting 2 medical students watching the resuscitation to carry of the obviously dazed Elise out of the room.
“Martha, I will tolerate fear but not incompetence, I don’t want her attending to any of my patients” said Dr. Vasquez, head of the cardiology department in Philippine General Hospital and attending physician of Mr. Elmira. Elise’s “accident” during the code is the second incident of her blacking out during life threatening situations. Co workers are starting to doubt Elise’s competence and are hell bent on getting her out of the ward. After all prestige is the greatest price in a government funded hospital. And a loose cannon like Elise could easily remove any merit the ward receives with her “accidents”.
“Doc, I understand that your really pissed,” explained the head nurse Martha in a calm soothing voice that truly suites her matron like image. "But Elise is a good nurse. She has proven that with 2 unquestionable years of hard work and dedication. She is a great nurse, and that’s on UP standards” explained the head nurse while sorting out the charts on the rack.
"Tell that to dodong’s family, I am not the one who’s dead." Said Dr. Vasquez in a totally soulless voice. Dr. Vasquez is a very influential doctor on this very prestigious hospital. He can get nurses fired just because he does not like them. If not for Martha’s convincing speeches about second chances, Elise would be working on some sub standard public hospital instead of the great position that she’s in right now. After all, how many non-up nursing grads can get accepted to 1 of the most sought after hospital in Asia? But her luck may be running low this time.
“I don’t know how long I can cover her ass” whimpered an obviously exhausted Martha as she slumps down to her chair and bury her chubby little hands on her face.
“why don’t’ you just fire her. No one really likes her here” snickered Emmy, the short haired suma cum laude know it all charge nurse of ward 2c. It has been obvious to any one who has passed by ward 2c that Emmy hates Elise. Elise’s silent yet smart image truly irritates Emmy. Known for her”I don’t care who hears it” approach in insulting co-workers, everyone in 2c, not even 1, dares to get on her bad side. Her short hair and slanting eyebrows give everyone the impression that she can take you on a fist fight, regardless of her punitive appearance.
“I may have no choice” sighted Martha much to the delight of Emmy. Martha has always liked Elise. Even though she too is not spared by Elise’s cold aura. Her hypnotic voice and calming approach to everyone does not even break the barrier that Elise has created to keep everyone out. Much to the disappointment of Martha. A psychiatric nurse by heart, Martha has always been intrigued by the misunderstood. Her chubby exterior and excessive use of smiling hides behind a very scientific, methodical, even manipulative persona. The quiet, nearly deafening lack of communication skills, the emotionless stares, the fascination with the hospital rooftop, and recently, the “blackouts” during emergencies has tweaked Martha’s curiosity level to an all time high. This may be the reason why she took a very special interest on Elise. The weird attracts the weird. People with secrets would always have someone gunning for a revelation.
"Elise!"
"Get her out of this room!" Yelled the obviously irritated Cardiologist. His voice echoes across the halls of ward 2c prompting 2 medical students watching the resuscitation to carry of the obviously dazed Elise out of the room.
“Martha, I will tolerate fear but not incompetence, I don’t want her attending to any of my patients” said Dr. Vasquez, head of the cardiology department in Philippine General Hospital and attending physician of Mr. Elmira. Elise’s “accident” during the code is the second incident of her blacking out during life threatening situations. Co workers are starting to doubt Elise’s competence and are hell bent on getting her out of the ward. After all prestige is the greatest price in a government funded hospital. And a loose cannon like Elise could easily remove any merit the ward receives with her “accidents”.
“Doc, I understand that your really pissed,” explained the head nurse Martha in a calm soothing voice that truly suites her matron like image. "But Elise is a good nurse. She has proven that with 2 unquestionable years of hard work and dedication. She is a great nurse, and that’s on UP standards” explained the head nurse while sorting out the charts on the rack.
"Tell that to dodong’s family, I am not the one who’s dead." Said Dr. Vasquez in a totally soulless voice. Dr. Vasquez is a very influential doctor on this very prestigious hospital. He can get nurses fired just because he does not like them. If not for Martha’s convincing speeches about second chances, Elise would be working on some sub standard public hospital instead of the great position that she’s in right now. After all, how many non-up nursing grads can get accepted to 1 of the most sought after hospital in Asia? But her luck may be running low this time.
“I don’t know how long I can cover her ass” whimpered an obviously exhausted Martha as she slumps down to her chair and bury her chubby little hands on her face.
“why don’t’ you just fire her. No one really likes her here” snickered Emmy, the short haired suma cum laude know it all charge nurse of ward 2c. It has been obvious to any one who has passed by ward 2c that Emmy hates Elise. Elise’s silent yet smart image truly irritates Emmy. Known for her”I don’t care who hears it” approach in insulting co-workers, everyone in 2c, not even 1, dares to get on her bad side. Her short hair and slanting eyebrows give everyone the impression that she can take you on a fist fight, regardless of her punitive appearance.
“I may have no choice” sighted Martha much to the delight of Emmy. Martha has always liked Elise. Even though she too is not spared by Elise’s cold aura. Her hypnotic voice and calming approach to everyone does not even break the barrier that Elise has created to keep everyone out. Much to the disappointment of Martha. A psychiatric nurse by heart, Martha has always been intrigued by the misunderstood. Her chubby exterior and excessive use of smiling hides behind a very scientific, methodical, even manipulative persona. The quiet, nearly deafening lack of communication skills, the emotionless stares, the fascination with the hospital rooftop, and recently, the “blackouts” during emergencies has tweaked Martha’s curiosity level to an all time high. This may be the reason why she took a very special interest on Elise. The weird attracts the weird. People with secrets would always have someone gunning for a revelation.
Monday, April 7, 2008
episode 1: songs of a dying mother
shhh,, dont talk.. this is not the time for arguments.. the dark fates have chosen tonight of all nights for you to walk the earth not with the body that your earthly mother have given you,, but asecend to what you truly are..
sleep. rest. forget the mother that you have loved and endeared. nothing and everthing is what it seems. this lie that have shaded your entire life has been removed, move, move like you have never moved before.. believe. that this is all a strange dream. a dream that tomorrow you will start to play. every minute. every second, every moment for eternity.
grieve,, for it is the last emotion that you will feel. for i shall give you the curse of not feeling. a stoic existance of tranquil yet dispair, calm yet misery, light yet darkness. emotions are chosen responses. ingrainged by soceity's manical pursuit of uniformity. tomorrow you will have no use of it, for you are alive yet dead, all seeing yet blind. content yet wanting..
cry,, for you will not know of it for a long time. sadness requires strength, the strength to accept that certain circumstances of life cannot be altered,, thru it i will help you awaken dormant powers from your past. the past that they made you forget. the past paved by countless lives wasted. but tommorrow,, it will all be over,, i wont give you the ability to forget,, but i will help you gain the ability to change the unchangable. tomorrow you will challenge the fates not as an actor of the revolving wheel,, but as a player of the destiny roulette..
all in due time...
dream my child,, and sleep shall take all the pain. lost and despair will guide your fate tomorrow. this night of the 13th will end, and the swords of retribution will be yours tomorrow. how likely that it will be you, an "excomunicado", a sinner by the censures of the world. the blood path has been laid for you, and you shall follow with vengence and animosity. the lord will despair for your fall, but he knows what needs to be done child of the fallen.
tomorrow you shall take my hand. and recieve the greatest message that has befallen men for centuries. it is not an option of choice. this burden is yours to carry..
in due time..
sleep. rest. forget the mother that you have loved and endeared. nothing and everthing is what it seems. this lie that have shaded your entire life has been removed, move, move like you have never moved before.. believe. that this is all a strange dream. a dream that tomorrow you will start to play. every minute. every second, every moment for eternity.
grieve,, for it is the last emotion that you will feel. for i shall give you the curse of not feeling. a stoic existance of tranquil yet dispair, calm yet misery, light yet darkness. emotions are chosen responses. ingrainged by soceity's manical pursuit of uniformity. tomorrow you will have no use of it, for you are alive yet dead, all seeing yet blind. content yet wanting..
cry,, for you will not know of it for a long time. sadness requires strength, the strength to accept that certain circumstances of life cannot be altered,, thru it i will help you awaken dormant powers from your past. the past that they made you forget. the past paved by countless lives wasted. but tommorrow,, it will all be over,, i wont give you the ability to forget,, but i will help you gain the ability to change the unchangable. tomorrow you will challenge the fates not as an actor of the revolving wheel,, but as a player of the destiny roulette..
all in due time...
dream my child,, and sleep shall take all the pain. lost and despair will guide your fate tomorrow. this night of the 13th will end, and the swords of retribution will be yours tomorrow. how likely that it will be you, an "excomunicado", a sinner by the censures of the world. the blood path has been laid for you, and you shall follow with vengence and animosity. the lord will despair for your fall, but he knows what needs to be done child of the fallen.
tomorrow you shall take my hand. and recieve the greatest message that has befallen men for centuries. it is not an option of choice. this burden is yours to carry..
in due time..
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