“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.
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