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.