"You're Rodrigo Duterte. You killed my family. I'll kill you." She said in a rage. Her eyes were red and her veins popped up everywhere.
Her eyes suddenly started bulging and she jerked her neck to and fro like a crazy person undergoing transition. Despite all the noise they were making in that hospital room that night, no one had showed up. It was like everyone was deaf to the sound.
"Your Fam-" Rodrigo didn't have the chance to say anything when she charged at him. He got up on his feet and ran to the bed. The woman turned her head without turning her body to her husband and started walking towards him.
Rodrigo fell to the bed in horror and just then, his leg wobbled and he fell to the ground. His wife was now near him. She was standing in front of him while staring down at him.
"Mary... Mary, wake up. This isn't you."
"I'm not Mary!" She growled making Rodrigo shiver in fear. This was definitely not his Mary. This was not the innocent doe he had fallen in love with. This was not the Mary he still loved.
He was thinking of this when his eyes went to the small red button. If he pressed that, doctors would come running in. If only he could reach...
He hadn't finished his thoughts when the red button went into the wall with a balled-up fist hovering over it. His eyes went to his wife who was looking down at him with a grin.
"No, wait... Wait, please. What do you want? Money? I have tons of money." He asked his hand slowly moving to the nearest equipment he could hold.
"I don't want money. I want you."
"Me? Why do you want me?"
"You killed my whole family in one night. Burned them alive. They cried. They screamed for your help. How could you have done that to them?"
"Your family is alive, Mary. They even came to see you today." He replied. It was the truth.
"No. I..."
"It's what you were programmed to say, Mary."
"I'M NOT MARY!" She yelled thrashing the life support machine. Rodrigo used the opportunity to roll out of the bed to the other side with a needle tucked safely in his hand.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"But I want to." She replied with a wicked grin. She climbed the bed but was unable to move when she felt something prick her neck.
"What did you do?" She asked turning her eyes after many failed attempts to get to her feet or move her body.
"A needle in a vital part causes paralysis. We need to talk. I need to understand what has happened. Why are you behaving like a maniac?" Rodrigo asked slowly stepping towards her. Once he was close enough, he set her down on the bed letting her lie on her back. He then took a seat beside her.
"You killed my family." She replied with a glare since all she could move in her body parts were her eyes.
"I've heard you. Who are you? What is your name?"
"My... I..."
"You do not know your name," Rodrigo noted. He knew who was at work here. That bastard! How dare he go after his wife and try to make her kill him?
"But I do know one thing." She said with a tone of finality.
"What's that?" Rodrigo asked.
"I'm free." She whispered.
"What?"
"Rodrigo, I'm not in control of my body. They want me to kill you. She won't stop until she kills you. Or you..."
"I'm not going to kill you." Rodrigo cut her off taking her hand in his. Staring back at him were the honey eyes he fell in love with. Not the red one filled with nothing but malicious intents.
"Rodrigo, you know you have to. If she comes back, she'd be more powerful."
"No... I won't kill you. How can you ask me for that?"
"You know who did this. I can feel her trying to come back. I can't keep fighting for long. She's powerful, you know this. Kill me immediately before she comes back."
"I can't, Mary. What would I tell Arthur?"
A tear dropped from Mary's eyes at the mention of her son. She closed her eyes reminiscing her son's face. Her precious son.
"I'll find a solution."
"You know there isn't a solution to the Koi Drug except death. It's irreversible."
"Mary..."
"Promise me something," Mary said with a soft voice.
"Anything, my queen," Rodrigo replied with a nod.
"You'll get that bastard for this. And you'll take care of our son. Groom him into a fine proper man worthy of the Duderte Empire. Promise me." She said with determination evident in her face.
"I promise you. And you'll be there. You'll see the man he'll grow to be."
"I won't. We both know. Let's not fool ourselves. Promise me you'll kill that monster at the final moment. You must not be killed. Promise me that."
"Mary, I..."
"I AM NOT MARY!" She yelled her eyes burning with fury. Her eyes went from the beautiful Honey colors that they were to the Red eyes he recognized. She was here.
"Promise me you'll kill that monster... You must not be..." His wife's words rang in his ear.
A tear dropped from his face and he stood up slowly pushing the chair such that it scraped the floor.
"What are you going to do then, Mr. Duderte Rodrigo? Kill your wife or be killed by me?" A masculine voice resonated in the room. It was coming from the woman lying down on the bed.
Rodrigo recognized that voice.
"Shipman, get that drug out of my wife's system."
"It's impossible, you know that. I proposed this idea to you. But you trashed it. I spent years working on it and you trashed it like it was nothing in just one day. In the blink of an eye."
"This is a sick proposal! Who in their right mind would agree to sponsor something as manic as this?!"
"How do you know it's manic? You haven't even tested it. Do you see how many abilities she has? She can move mountains."
"As well as kill people, you fucking psychotic bastard!"
A sigh came from the other end.
"Anyways, she is a test subject. What do you think? It's a good project, no?" Shipman asked with a smile evident in his voice.
"SHIPMAN! I'll find you and I'll kill you. Mark my words." Rodrigo yelled throwing the nearest tray away in anger.
"How are you gonna do that when you're dead?" The man replied in a mockery tone.
"Me? Dead? Why would I be dead?" Rodrigo asked looking at the woman dead in the eye. With a deep breath, he wrapped his hands around his wife's fragile neck.
"Lord, please take my wife in with open arms." He prayed silently and then he increased pressure in his wrists. Soon, the woman was choking for air.
Her eyes flickered from Red to Honey and back but Rodrigo did not see this or rather, he chose to ignore the sick games Shipman was playing.
"Rodrigo..." Mary's weak voice came from beneath him but he shook his head and continued squeezing.
"NO!" The monstrous voice came again.
"Die, you filthy being. Die. Get out of my wife's body. Give me my wife back!"
"Rodrigo." Her voice came again. Rodrigo peeled one eye open and he could see her soft honey voice staring back at him.
"I don't feel her anymore." She whispered.
"Oh, Mary."
"Finish what you started. Kill me. If I'm alive, he'll try installing her again."
"Mary..."
"You can do this."
DUDERTE MANSION.
9 AM
"Do you think I'm a child? You expect me to believe some pill was put into my Mother's system and you and some Shipman have some kind of bad blood? That's bullshit!"
"I loved her!" Rodrigo yelled getting up on his feet.
"I loved her more than I loved myself! I loved her too much that was why I did what had to be done. And if not for that cursed toy, you wouldn't have seen me strangling your mother to death."
"You loved her too much and so you killed her?! Are you listening to yourself?!" Arthur asked getting up on his feet.
"If I hadn't killed her that night, what do you think Shipman would have done to you without anyone to take care of you? Huh?!"
"I..."
"He would have installed that pill in you, that's what! He would have had you kill so many people. He would turn you into his henchman! His bloody Assassin! You'd kill for him!"
"So what? Do you expect me to get down and kiss your feet saying 'Thank you Father for killing Mother and saving the continent!'"
Rodrigo stared at his foolish son. He slowly shook his head and dropped a piece of paper on the table.
"That's your Mother's Autopsy report. I believe you can read. Read it for yourself. Then, if you decide to leave and live in the slums, I would not force you to stay with me."
Without another word, he strolled to the door with his cane before his feet. Arthur's eyes looked down at the coffee table and stayed on the paper that his father had dropped.
Rodrigo was taking small steps like he was thinking of something. He suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder,
"I would like it if you decided to stay. We could visit your Mother sometimes together."
"And if you could find a place in your heart, no matter how small it is to let us grow."
Arthur stared at the door that his Father just exited his room through. He looked down at the paper on the coffee table that covered the fruits in the fruit bowl. He lowered his body slowly and took the paper. His eyes skimmed the tiny fonts written on the paper and slowly, tears welled up his eyes. His Father wasn't lying. He had to kill his mother. His eyes subconsciously drifted to where his Father sat earlier. A USB drive was sitting on the couch like it had been mistakenly left there. He grabbed it and looked around the room for a laptop or anything he could plug it in. He found none so he stepped out of his room. He met a maid as soon as he stepped out. "Hi." He greeted. The maid turned around with a blush and bowed her head. "Good day, Young Master. What can I do for you?" "A Laptop. I need a Laptop." "A lap-?" "Yes, a Laptop." He affirmed. "I'll get you yours right away, Young Master." A voice came from behind the maid. Arthur and the maid turned their head to the di
"You could have told me to come over instead of you coming over yourself. Especially with the Young Master." Mr. Henry said to Mr. Robert while Arthur followed closely behind them trying to stop his eyes from looking around the big shop."It's fine. Also, the Young Master wanted some fresh air. He also needs to know here in case he wants to send someone else if, by chance, I'm not around."'Who in New York doesn't know here?' Mr. Henry whispered to himself finding Mr. Robert's answer ridiculous but he didn't dare say it out loud.Who in New York would dare to provoke the Duderte Empire?"Please, have a seat." Mr. Henry offered gesturing at the red leather couches in the room."Do you want Coffee or Tea?" He asked once Arthur had sat down."Just water," Arthur whispered."Right away, Young Master." He replied and waved over one of the gawking attendants to get a glass of Cold water for Arthur.She bowed and walked away to get the water. "Now, how can I help you?" Mr. Henry asked."Lap
"Oh look! It's Blue!" A voice boomed in the hallway. The voice belonged to Arthur's biggest and most persistent bully, Matthew. Or Matt, as his classmates and friends called him. Immediately, the students that filled the hallway parted ways leaving a boy whose face was glued to his worn-out pair of Nike Air shoes in the middle of the crowd. The shoe was originally white but due to being overused, it was now brown and tattered barely covering the wearer's legs. The leather bag that hung on his shoulder was held by the strap to the bag by a light thread that looked like it would fall apart anytime soon. The zipper of the bag was held together by wool that closed the teeth of the zip since the zipper had long worn out. His clothes were in no better condition. They looked wrinkled and faded out. Even though the shirt was blue, the blue was faded out due to having been worn five days in a row, hence the nickname. The faded-out jean trousers covering the lower half of his body were worse
"Hey, Bitch! Looks like Blue is calling for you!" Matt yelled into the house. The beautiful woman with a hour glass figure dressed in a bikini that showed off her perfect beautiful curves, placed the tray of brownies on the table and walked towards Matt who had yelled for her. Matt wrapped his arm around her tiny waist pulling her closer and Linda finally looked up at what she had called on for. Her eyes washed over Arthur's body before landing on the popsicle sticks on the floor. "Do you know him?" Matt asked Linda whose eyes lingered on Arthur far longer than he liked. "Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." She spat. Arthur's eyes dilated in anger and he swallowed his spit. What could he do? His eyes looked up just in time to see Matt place a kiss on Linda's lips. Linda had always avoided kissing him. In her words, she was saving her first kiss for her husband. How dumb of him to have actua
"Mr. Robert?""It's nice to see you again, Young Master." The so-called Mr. Robert said with a deep bow and a smile."The feeling is not mutual," Arthur replied coldly. "Young Master!" Mr. Robert yelled hopelessly. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked away from the man. The guards could smell the fish that reeked on his body but they did not dare to close their nostrils or say something was smelling.Arthur noticed the uncomfortable look on their faces and a low sigh escaped his lips."Why are you here, Mr. Robert?" He asked parking his bicycle, his eyes on the punctured tire. How was he to repair that when he had no money for food? If only the popsicles hadn't fallen into the pool, he would have at least had them for dinner. No food was going to waste."Are you listening to me, Young Master?" Mr. Robert's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up with a tired look, he faked a yawn and released a sigh."I would love to stay and chat with you, Mr. Robert, but unfortunately I'm
"Is he awake?" An older voice asked."Not yet, sir." Mr. Robert's familiar voice replied."Just how hard did you knock him out?!" The older voice yelled."We're sorry sir.""You're always sorry! Fools! Bunch of idiots!" The man yelled with a tsk sound.A groan came from the man in the bed and immediately, the room fell silent. Arthur groaned due to the light that hovered above him, shining brightly.He snapped his eyes shut and slowly peered them open to get adjusted to the light. Once he had adapted, his eyes looked around the room. The pure white ceiling that were covered completely with Plaster on Paris. They had intricate Gold designs at all four sides that touched the wall. His eyes fell on the window blinds that were silver in color.A huge family crest was marked it on it. He knew it. He was there. He was in that house again."Are you awake?" Mr. Robert asked walking to his side."No, I'm about to pass out again." Arthur replied sarcastically sitting up. "I'm glad to see you'
It was no news that the Young Master of the Duderte Empire was insanely handsome. It was the word that was on the lips of all the maids.They would stand in a group of threes to fives and talk about how handsome and hot they thought their Young Master was. Anabelle, the maid that had gone to call him for dinner was narrating her ordeal when the head of maids, Mrs. Elle stepped behind them."Not only is our Young Master handsome, but his voice is also a huge bonus. He spoke to me in a voice yesterday and I almost melted. It was deep and gruff. It vibrated all my insides!""That must have been a huge turn-on for you!""You bet! I have a huge crush on him. Since we're on this topic, I'm in charge of his room from now on.""No fair, Anna! I want to hear his beautiful deep voice as well!" The maid with black hair said waving the rag in her hand in the face of the maid she called Anna."So do we." The other maids agreed."Well, I said it first so..." Annabelle replied with her chest shot o
"You could have told me to come over instead of you coming over yourself. Especially with the Young Master." Mr. Henry said to Mr. Robert while Arthur followed closely behind them trying to stop his eyes from looking around the big shop."It's fine. Also, the Young Master wanted some fresh air. He also needs to know here in case he wants to send someone else if, by chance, I'm not around."'Who in New York doesn't know here?' Mr. Henry whispered to himself finding Mr. Robert's answer ridiculous but he didn't dare say it out loud.Who in New York would dare to provoke the Duderte Empire?"Please, have a seat." Mr. Henry offered gesturing at the red leather couches in the room."Do you want Coffee or Tea?" He asked once Arthur had sat down."Just water," Arthur whispered."Right away, Young Master." He replied and waved over one of the gawking attendants to get a glass of Cold water for Arthur.She bowed and walked away to get the water. "Now, how can I help you?" Mr. Henry asked."Lap
Arthur stared at the door that his Father just exited his room through. He looked down at the paper on the coffee table that covered the fruits in the fruit bowl. He lowered his body slowly and took the paper. His eyes skimmed the tiny fonts written on the paper and slowly, tears welled up his eyes. His Father wasn't lying. He had to kill his mother. His eyes subconsciously drifted to where his Father sat earlier. A USB drive was sitting on the couch like it had been mistakenly left there. He grabbed it and looked around the room for a laptop or anything he could plug it in. He found none so he stepped out of his room. He met a maid as soon as he stepped out. "Hi." He greeted. The maid turned around with a blush and bowed her head. "Good day, Young Master. What can I do for you?" "A Laptop. I need a Laptop." "A lap-?" "Yes, a Laptop." He affirmed. "I'll get you yours right away, Young Master." A voice came from behind the maid. Arthur and the maid turned their head to the di
"You're Rodrigo Duterte. You killed my family. I'll kill you." She said in a rage. Her eyes were red and her veins popped up everywhere.Her eyes suddenly started bulging and she jerked her neck to and fro like a crazy person undergoing transition. Despite all the noise they were making in that hospital room that night, no one had showed up. It was like everyone was deaf to the sound."Your Fam-" Rodrigo didn't have the chance to say anything when she charged at him. He got up on his feet and ran to the bed. The woman turned her head without turning her body to her husband and started walking towards him.Rodrigo fell to the bed in horror and just then, his leg wobbled and he fell to the ground. His wife was now near him. She was standing in front of him while staring down at him."Mary... Mary, wake up. This isn't you.""I'm not Mary!" She growled making Rodrigo shiver in fear. This was definitely not his Mary. This was not the innocent doe he had fallen in love with. This was not th
It was no news that the Young Master of the Duderte Empire was insanely handsome. It was the word that was on the lips of all the maids.They would stand in a group of threes to fives and talk about how handsome and hot they thought their Young Master was. Anabelle, the maid that had gone to call him for dinner was narrating her ordeal when the head of maids, Mrs. Elle stepped behind them."Not only is our Young Master handsome, but his voice is also a huge bonus. He spoke to me in a voice yesterday and I almost melted. It was deep and gruff. It vibrated all my insides!""That must have been a huge turn-on for you!""You bet! I have a huge crush on him. Since we're on this topic, I'm in charge of his room from now on.""No fair, Anna! I want to hear his beautiful deep voice as well!" The maid with black hair said waving the rag in her hand in the face of the maid she called Anna."So do we." The other maids agreed."Well, I said it first so..." Annabelle replied with her chest shot o
"Is he awake?" An older voice asked."Not yet, sir." Mr. Robert's familiar voice replied."Just how hard did you knock him out?!" The older voice yelled."We're sorry sir.""You're always sorry! Fools! Bunch of idiots!" The man yelled with a tsk sound.A groan came from the man in the bed and immediately, the room fell silent. Arthur groaned due to the light that hovered above him, shining brightly.He snapped his eyes shut and slowly peered them open to get adjusted to the light. Once he had adapted, his eyes looked around the room. The pure white ceiling that were covered completely with Plaster on Paris. They had intricate Gold designs at all four sides that touched the wall. His eyes fell on the window blinds that were silver in color.A huge family crest was marked it on it. He knew it. He was there. He was in that house again."Are you awake?" Mr. Robert asked walking to his side."No, I'm about to pass out again." Arthur replied sarcastically sitting up. "I'm glad to see you'
"Mr. Robert?""It's nice to see you again, Young Master." The so-called Mr. Robert said with a deep bow and a smile."The feeling is not mutual," Arthur replied coldly. "Young Master!" Mr. Robert yelled hopelessly. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked away from the man. The guards could smell the fish that reeked on his body but they did not dare to close their nostrils or say something was smelling.Arthur noticed the uncomfortable look on their faces and a low sigh escaped his lips."Why are you here, Mr. Robert?" He asked parking his bicycle, his eyes on the punctured tire. How was he to repair that when he had no money for food? If only the popsicles hadn't fallen into the pool, he would have at least had them for dinner. No food was going to waste."Are you listening to me, Young Master?" Mr. Robert's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up with a tired look, he faked a yawn and released a sigh."I would love to stay and chat with you, Mr. Robert, but unfortunately I'm
"Hey, Bitch! Looks like Blue is calling for you!" Matt yelled into the house. The beautiful woman with a hour glass figure dressed in a bikini that showed off her perfect beautiful curves, placed the tray of brownies on the table and walked towards Matt who had yelled for her. Matt wrapped his arm around her tiny waist pulling her closer and Linda finally looked up at what she had called on for. Her eyes washed over Arthur's body before landing on the popsicle sticks on the floor. "Do you know him?" Matt asked Linda whose eyes lingered on Arthur far longer than he liked. "Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." She spat. Arthur's eyes dilated in anger and he swallowed his spit. What could he do? His eyes looked up just in time to see Matt place a kiss on Linda's lips. Linda had always avoided kissing him. In her words, she was saving her first kiss for her husband. How dumb of him to have actua
"Oh look! It's Blue!" A voice boomed in the hallway. The voice belonged to Arthur's biggest and most persistent bully, Matthew. Or Matt, as his classmates and friends called him. Immediately, the students that filled the hallway parted ways leaving a boy whose face was glued to his worn-out pair of Nike Air shoes in the middle of the crowd. The shoe was originally white but due to being overused, it was now brown and tattered barely covering the wearer's legs. The leather bag that hung on his shoulder was held by the strap to the bag by a light thread that looked like it would fall apart anytime soon. The zipper of the bag was held together by wool that closed the teeth of the zip since the zipper had long worn out. His clothes were in no better condition. They looked wrinkled and faded out. Even though the shirt was blue, the blue was faded out due to having been worn five days in a row, hence the nickname. The faded-out jean trousers covering the lower half of his body were worse