“So,” Alice said. Her arms crossed protectively around her as she stood in the orange-kissed, over-natured room of sad quiet and ill meditation. Everyone looked at her and waited. In the messed-up silence, she was the beacon of either mercy, or death. She was lady justice if lady justice had a gun and pointed wherever she liked. “He’s really lost his frickin’ brain, huh?”
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Ramu said. Her voice was like an old, crackling radio sitting dignifiedly inside the room. She was in that phase for old women where everything they said had to be carefully listened to. She grunted. Her sound of peace and thinking was an ugly and unwelcome hum in the otherwise tranquil space. “No twenty-year-old could react to poison like that,” she said. “Unless the guy’s been sleeping all his life.”
Thirty minutes ago, Aden ate the fruit everyone thought would kill him. Now
Three weeks later…The bar had already died out. No one was left. It was 3AM. All the blazes had gone out. And what was left of the beating night heart of the city was just an empty casket of nothing. Except for two guys. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry,” his voice flowed across the faintly-glowing room towards one lonely table. “We’re closing, sir.” His cheap smile was naïve and breakable. A bar with no lessons. An owner without manners. It was the kind of face who wouldn’t listen to his disappointed, betrayed father. He tried to keep things warm but he couldn’t fake it. All he could do was look good and show money.Aden, holding his black suit jacket and a glass of gin, got up from the table. He faked a similar smile, and walked away from him. The sound was playful and lonely, on the gleaming, cold ground. It was a memorable floor, for just a few hours anyway. It was his first time coming in alone, at the open
“Matthew Palad,” Miko spoke; his voice being the prime resonance that was guiding the reflections inside the minds of the three others that were with him. He stood before Alice, Aden, and Lyle within the walls of a softly-lit claustrophobia that called itself a room. Villa Urrutia had a few sequestered spaces hidden that ran secretly alongside the walls and corridors—undecorated and left with nothing but faint radiances from the ceiling that weakly glowed and held onto the tense, peach walls. Their only purpose was to isolate the Kadlum’s ‘higher circle’ for a moment, from the rest of the listening world, where they could talk about the most esoteric matters that only those closest to a surviving, fallen god are supposed to know and understand. Before, that was Dante, Alice, Miko, and Lyle. Now it was just Alice, Miko, Lyle, and Aden—who had just recently, and so dramatically, joined the gang… and now its heads. Even the rest of the K
Prickling heat, and a dead air weather. It could not get any more bothersome and arduous than this, could it? Miko paced out of their exhausted, nature-beaten black car and strode towards the standing and staring locals on that dust-hoarding ground that emanated tingling fieriness. He raised his hand in the sky and waved towards them with a smile. Just a guy in a dark-colored suit wearing aviator sunglasses. Before they got out of the car, they had already taken off their ties to at least make them breathe in that burning weather. What was important were the suits they had. The jackets. To hide the guns. And be a bit starker to the locals… more credible. Aden breathed, and exhaled, letting out a slightly-irritated gust of wind as the volant sun in the undesirable clear blue sky above them tried to pierce his eyes and tickle his vision through his own sunglasses.Aden couldn’t smile, but at least Lyle did, joining Miko in whatever he was attempting. He flapped his
“Wait, what?” Lyle wheezed through his words, his voice chiming with shock and disbelief, as his confused eyes shot to Miko, to the body, then to Miko again. He walked towards Miko and the body again, now leaning forward to take a better look at the strangled, motionless man. “You gotta be kidding me… You gotta be kidding me…”Miko looked up, turned his head towards Lyle, whose face was painted with realization and denial. His eyes crawled across the shrubbery around them as he tried to anticipate what could be ahead. “Our guys never saw this one…” whispered Miko.“It could just be one guy, man,” debated Lyle, his hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow and waited for Miko to answer. “The birang never showed this to me, either. This place is clean. That settlement is clean,” Lyle said. He was sure.“Guess we’re about to find out…” Aden’s voi
Against the muffling and the suppressing of the sturdy headbag, Matthew wheezed and started panting. Gunshots and shouting, vibrated around him, and he couldn’t see any of it. There was a signal and a response unavoidable in him; to just run. But to where? He was practically blind, and bullets were flying everywhere. He could sense his new captor’s change of mood. A sudden silence. He could hear him cursing, and now seemingly wheezing with him as well.Aden was squinting, as he wheezed through the heavily crawling air around him. A tense realization started to grow. That they weren’t alone. Although the company wasn’t exactly needed. He was looking the thick, patched letters on the corpse’s uniform again. Thinking it would change or it would disprove something Aden was thinking. Or maybe, one of their NPA guys just found it. Because what he was looking at was an official Philippine army uniform. The patches and the symbols exhibited and flashed i
There was endless cracking. The sound of the total fire eating everything and everyone around him. Aden was on his back as he swayed his head from left to right, frantically, at the red devourment around him. His mind snapped lost. And his eyes shot everywhere. His heart tried to thump and pace as fast as the fire crackled and seized control of all that moved and all that stood still around him.The soldiers, now victims, ran past him helplessly with their faces void of any hope that should have been left. But no. Only fire. Only flames were with them, now. Their unforeseen killers infinitely embracing them like permanent cloaks gradually digging deep into their skin. He watched them first from yellow, then slightly with red, then into a final, figure of black. Freezing, unmoving figures of what once was a human body now turned to ash.Everything scorched and blackened around him. The trees were now dancing spikes of orange, and the air was now an unbreathable companio
Matthew inhaled and exhaled challengingly. His intense gasps for air only made it harder for him to actually breathe and calm down. The thick cloth that wrapped around his head denied him of his vision. He didn’t exactly know where he was, but—in his head—he already knew what was going to happen. Especially since he could feel his hands tied to the back of the chair and his feet tied to its legs as well. How did he forget? He felt foolish. And irritated. He felt stupid and senseless. How could he forget? He only remembered when it was already too late. When the headbag had already masked him and took him from any control or freedom on everything else that happened next. But he knew that face. He knew that young, lost and confused man. And before everything went south, he had already said. “You’ll only make things worse if you get back your memories…” It was cold. And silent. Just a toneless, voiceless room. What time was it? How long had he been out?
Aden’s widened eyes shot towards Alice, as his brows furrowed from hearing Alice’s reply.Alice didn’t budge. Her own eyes struck Matthew’s as he raised his head slowly and stared back at her. Her brow raised, and her lips parted irritatingly while she poked her cheek with her tongue, she waited for his reply.“Hey,” Matthew’s voice echoed across the room like cluster of panting and crawling whispers. “What are you talking about?”“I’m just trying to help,” Alice said. “Help you protect your family. Help you still have that chance where you can still go away from all this quietly. It was really just a matter of time, don’t you think? Until one of us is used to help you make a decision… between your loyalty… or your family. I’m nothing but an instrument here, Matthew. It’s you who’ll make that choice. It’s you who’ll decide which is more
Alice was back in her home in the town of Urrutia. It was still too early to come out of hiding. Their enemies, the other clans that Ledanai’i stirred to war, were still waiting for them. She missed Cavite, and the other places she used to freely go to. The silence in the room she was in was able to push her to that remembrance. Dante, she sat there on her bed thinking. Are you happy? Was this what we wanted? A crash before the growth of something else? Did I do it? Was I successful? It had completely been a year since his death.Alice buried her face in her palms. She was tired, but now she had rest waiting for her. A little break before a few more. Where does this lead to?She lifted her head from her palms, and checked the tattoo on her arm. It was still burning: the new one. She recognized the symbols immediately. There was a dragon, a hound, and a deer… fighting. It was the first new tattoo the Void had given her sin
The village deep in the forest had not taken lightly to the news that Nukasuni was dead. To pay respects, and even more than that, they were silent and inside their homes. A great bonfire was lit just outside the village.Aden stood on top of the cliff, as always. Maria wasn’t there with him. Instead, it was Alice who he saw and he heard the footsteps.“Are you finally here to kill me?” Aden asked.Alice stared back in silence, but her eyes did not show surprise. She narrowed her eyes on him. “I find that you’re of better use to us alive. Besides, I know there’s still one more thing you need to do. I know that’ll benefit us.”Aden nodded. “My family. They’re alive.”Alice nodded back, with a slight smile. “Are you really going there?”“They’re alive,” Aden replied. “And I have questions.”Alice scoffed, then shook her head.
They coughed through the wave of dust and smoke. Alice and Lyle were closest to the crash. Lyle supported her sister while he tried to dispel the thick dust and smoke with his hand. Aden walked slowly along their direction. The last thing he saw were the antlers striking through Nukasuni’s body.Then, finally, the air’s curtains slowly withered. As if joining the thick layer’s erasure, the clouds from above had also moved past the island, allowing for the blue sky and the shining sun to strike through them.It was clear, now. And they were looking at Ledanai’i’s lifeless body, then to Nukasuni’s as well. The dragon was almost out of breath. The three stood beside the dragon, looking helplessly at the life-taking wounds in his body.Nukasuni, gasping for little air, still managed to lift his head not to look at that the three, but to stare back at Ledanai’i. The deer had no life in it left, not after the broken antler tha
“Hold the line! Remember the choke points! And wait for my signal!” Lyle exclaimed into the radio wrapped on his wrist, connected to his earpiece. There were stragglers, those who managed to avoid their ambushing force. Lyle and Aden made quick work of them. The rest of the Ledanai’i were pinned down, pushed away farther and farther from what now was the gods’ arena.“We’re not gonna hold much longer, Alice,” added Lyle. “This better work.”Alice heaved and raced for her breath. “It will.” She coughed, and closed her eyes. Sparks of lightning, little by little, gathered around her. Her tattoo glowed.Lyle watched the scene then focused back to the choke points. “Let’s give her more time,” he radioed again.“I’ll support the front,” Aden said, rushing to that direction. “You got this, Lyle?”There were three more stragglers in view, abou
“Nukasuni!” Ledanai’i howled, her back on the ground while she struggled to stare at the burning images of Nukasuni and Kadlum. Compared to the form Ledanai’i took, Nukasuni and Kadlum seemed like giants to her. But…Come on, show yourself, Alice thought. She waited, as she untied the guards with her. Where’s that goddess?Lyle and Aden dashed towards Alice in the center while the Ledanai’i were pinned down by the attack. “How’s it feel to best a goddess in mind control?” Aden said.Alice chuckled. Before infiltrating the temple, Aden had taught her how to recognize when someone was trying to influence and corrupt the mind. Although it had almost overcome Alice, that slight second of recognition and preparation made it all possible. “The Ledanai’i at the port?” asked Alice.“Dead,” replied Aden. “All dead.”Alice nodded back as s
Three days ago…Replacing the ambient noise of the humming engine was the crackling of the large fire ahead. It was concentrated, far from harming the trees surrounding it. It was encircled by the forest, but it was just a little far enough so the leaves wouldn’t catch fire. It wasn’t a bonfire, no. Aden and Alice walked closer. The crackling was now matched with intense heat. It was a deep depression on the ground, almost like a freshly-dug mass grave. Only, the grave it was housing was that of the embers of the fire.Aden stepped closer to the fire, examining the concentrated flames bursting from within the ground. Alice had not followed him. Instead, she stood far behind Aden in the cover of the trees.A few more seconds, and then Aden heard more than just crackling in the fire. Left and right, from within the shrubbery… movement. Aden looked to the sound. He sighed, as the figures came to light. “We were never here fo
“You?” Alice said under her breath. She had had her fair share of meetings with gods and goddesses. But, this was different. She narrowed her eyes at her even more. “Ledanai’i?”The tall woman chuckled softly at her. “You were expecting something else?” Her eyes twinkled against the morning light.Alice remained silent. She gripped the jar of ashes tightly.Ledanai’i noticed the sudden shift in her grip. She looked down on the jar and looked at it with motherly glance. She chuckled. “Ailan’s eyes… you’ve finally come back to me, my child.” She tried to reach out to caress the jar, but Alice slightly jerked the jar away. They met eyes again.Ledanai’i smirked. “I understand.” She blinked softly, then sighed. “How is Kadlum?”“Alive,” Alice broke her silence. “But not so much as to give you his regards,” Alice cocked he
As Alice and Karel walked across the paved road towards the island’s centre, the temple, she felt more uneasy. Like the stone pillars from before, the structures that trailed beside the roads were of ancient origin. They were either built for shorter people, or just people with limited resources in an early civilization. They were ruins, traced with squarish patterns of demons and ill kind as engravings. The stone they used to make it was so old the color had seemed to fade. But the Ledanai’i didn’t stop using them. Instead of building newer buildings, they utilized the old ones and repaired them with their own resources. Still, looking at the mix of ancient and modern architecture in one building, Alice felt uncomfortable. She was looking at something new and strange to her, and she had no way of guessing how to understand it. The Ledanai’i, indeed, weren’t just people. Some of them… hardly blinked. All of them were harrowingly quiet ex
‘The Wanderer’s Pier’ was the what they called it. It was a small hidden docks detached so far from civilization that Alice and her men needed several local guides from the remote villages. When they arrived, a handful of Ledanai’i’s men were already waiting in the area. They sat on wooden boxes and crates, and some were inside the small hut stationed beside the pier. Beyond the pier, though, it was all just fog. It was a gassy curtain thickly obscuring whatever awaited across the water.One of Ledanai’i’s men—the one in charge—stood up from the rubble of crates and eyed Alice scrutinizingly. He frowned and raised an eyebrow at her, lifting his head upwards as if to match Alice’s postural aura, but Alice was naturally taller and more intimidating. “You must be Alice Buenaventura,” he said.“The fact that you’re asking that means the man I need to be talking to isn’t here,” A