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
Matthew had gotten accustomed. Being accompanied by the circling darkness like that, and finding his one and only companionship in a single, careless fluorescent light hanging above the ceiling—just watching him heedlessly… think about something. Anything. Anything to convince them to leave his family and that he really knew nothing.He thought of his family. His wife. His kids. He never should’ve left, he thought. First the NPA, now this. This was going to be the last one, he thought. Maybe, he once had accepted the fact that in his work, corruption was unavoidable. But this was it, he thought. There had to be a way to—he scoffed in his head—practice law. Maybe, he thought, he did this—whatever this was—because he believed them to have rules. Now he saw himself wrong.Why? He asked himself. Why did he not remember any of this?They were just glimpses. Flashes. Not images, even. More like ideas suddenly popping
As a strong, sudden gust of wind came over them, Aden felt like his heart flowed and obeyed with it too. His taken-aback eyes shot up to Miko. Aden furrowed his eyebrows, while his lips slowly parted. He examined Miko’s glance, and his answer, more thoroughly—before speaking. “What are you talking about?” Aden asked, albeit softly.Miko replied with a sly smirk, as he seamlessly swung his suit jacket around himself and settled it on his right shoulder. He released his stick from his mouth with a final puff of smoke into the garden air, and let it fall beneath him—on the tranquil green, grass floor. He stepped on it, crushed it with his black leather heel then turned his head to face Aden again. “It’s time, kid…” Miko said, his smile still accompanied by a fading smell of cigarette smoke. He nodded. “Time to get your memories back.”The solemn, almost revered, wooden floor welcomed its newly-invigorated
“Ate,” Lyle said. His head cocked up at the full sunrise of the morning shining upon them. He smiled. “This is what I was talking about.”They were back in the mountain now. Heading for the birang. But now, they had Matthew with them. The day was already past its sun’s waking hours. If there was such a thing as a full sun, this was it. The cosmic yellow ball of fire hovered above them who stood on the mountain, and it had arisen in all its glory. Of course, a sun was always full. Unlike the white light in the night sky. A sun was always in its complete phase of blaring fire. It was just that the world had its way of blocking it. The clouds. The rain. The pollution. It wasn’t the sun’s fault if there was much shine missing in the world. But this time, the burning circle could never have been more perfect.“You’re right,” Alice said softly. “It is beautiful.&rdq