Monday, December 8, 2014

The Revelation #OFW63



We waited until office hours to book our flight going to Bacolod City. I brought Aira with my own accord that I greatly took care of her even in a single minute. Inside the plane, I thoroughly watched her but she slept all throughout our travel. I, on the other hand felt the extreme emotional worry that I cannot explained. The thing that bothered me was unknown to my conscious mind, but I anticipated these deep inside.

After disembarkation, we went to the city center, looked for a hotel and rest until lunch time. I chained Aira on the bed, went outside the hotel to buy her personal supplies. When I’m back, she’s sitting looking at me that I put the plastic bag in front of her saying nothing. I gave her wrists a freedom to check the content of the bag.

“Can I have a bath now…,” she said while taking her clothes off. I answered, “Yes,” in a manner that I felt awkward about her actuation. She’s young and beautiful I knew that from the start. I was not inclined for her situation. All that matters to me was the game that excites me, and the energy that’s being released by my body when in danger. I needed it; I knew it.

I saw her came out in the bathroom wrapping her body with towel. She went directly to me sitting in a sofa.


“Where’s my new dress? You bought some personal hygiene only?” She demanded like a child in front of me. I got surprised by her action that I stood at once and held her arms.

“Don’t worry…I’ll stay with you until the end.” She surprised me again, that I went outside the hotel and bought her a pair of jeans and T-shirts. I came back hurriedly, opened our hotel room and find her in the kitchen making smoothies for both of us.

“Where did you get that stuff?” I asked her.

“Inside the fridge, why?”

“Nothing…is it fresh?”

“Yes…try this..,” as she gave me the drink. I tasted it and gulped instantly.

“Do you trust me now sir?”

“Why I have to do that to you?”

“Because I liked to be with you…I mean….always be with you. You know, I’m longing for my father for a long time now. My grandfather wanted us to forget him.”



I kept my silence thinking of my situation looking at her while she’s talking; when a sudden banged at the door made us both to be near each other and hide at the back of the fridge, where the towel wrapping her naked body dropped at the floor. I hastily got the towel in a crouching position and gave it to her. I fingered the gun that I kept inside my pants.

“Marco, I know you are there…where’s the girl? Let’s stop this craziness of yours!” I heard Danielle shouting at the other end of the dining hall. I knew it’s her.

“Why you wanted the girl?” I shouted back at her where my energy started to rise.

“You don’t know? I saw her in Manila….. I’m sure she’s my daughter! Don’t be a fool Marco!”

With my amazement for what I’ve heard, I suddenly looked at Aira who was looking for me too. “Danielle…your mother…,” as I whispered to her. She nodded positively. “Why my mother’s here?”

I caught by my sudden emotion that I held Aira’s body to stand up, clamped my left hand over her shoulder and make her a shield to Danielle.

“Are you alone? Show yourself at the open! Now!”

I viewed Danielle aiming a gun, eyes on us and ever ready to kill. I estimated my position to her angle and anticipated the recourse in defending Aira too. My conscience was to defend Aira, not as a shield but bait for Danielle to come out openly.

“Now Danielle, who is this girl I’m holding?”

“She’s my daughter Shaira!”

“Our daughter…?”

“Yes Marco!”

I whispered into Aira’s ear, “Is she your mother?”

“Yes…,” that she started to cry and said, “Why the two of you are fighting each other?”

I didn’t answer for Airas’ question instead, I asked Danielle, “Where’s Roger Ferrer….your husband?”

“He’s with Mike Luna at your house.”

“He’s alive?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“I said yes!”

“Then why you’re alone in pursuing me?”

“Because I want to get my daughter….that Roger didn’t want me to!”

“Why?”

“He wanted the money only….not my daughter!”

All of the sudden, I saw Danielle fall on the floor and blood started to spread onto the carpet. Aira cried miserably, ran into Danielle’s lifeless body and shouted in pain. I pulled her shouting, “Come…quick…”

TO BE CONTINUED###

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Friday, December 5, 2014

The Female Hostage #OFW62



When we arrived, I parked the car in front of the gate. I held the lady’s arm pretending to be my lover. I opened the door, seated her at the sofa and tied her wrists and mouth.

“Now, can you answer my question please? Cooperate with me, do what I told you to do…then you’re safe. Do not make any move that makes me angry, understood?”

She nodded with fear in her eyes….full of tears.

It’s evening time that I went into the bathroom to cool myself from the tiring chasing incidents. It gives me the liberty to release the tension from being chased by the two-hungry people. My wound’s deep when I checked, that I hastily dried myself, went outside the house to buy medical items from the nearest pharmacy.

She’s still there looking at me while I’m busy tending my wound, took off my mask, maybe she’s amazed with my facial feature; different from what she thought to be.

I’ve got the bullet inside my flesh, applied medicines and wrapped with bandage. I prepared our food, gave to her a plate which she eluded at first, but I insisted that she had to ate the food. I helped her when my mobile phone rang, “Marco, it’s me, Mike Luna. You heard the news about the chaos that you made?”

“Not yet Mike, I’m not reading the newspaper.”

“Be careful with the police and other government authorities…they’re following you.”

“Of course I will Mike.”

“Marco…Roger’s dead and Danielle left for this job.”

“Ohhh I see….what happened to him?”

“He was shot by the police yesterday in San Agustin Church in Intramuros. And, I heard that you captured a lady with you?”

“Yes Mike, I’m feeding her now.”

“So, where’s Danielle now?”

“She already knew your apartment and the girl…”

“The girl why?”

“She’s together with a man, right?”

“Yes.”

“Danielle knows the identity of that man…that she wanted to help him.”

“Well…tell her to find me…and beat me…and kill me!”

“Where’s your next destination, so that I can give a hint to Danielle?”

“Where I studied…my college years….”

“Okay Marco…don’t worry at all…I’m here for you…bye!”

“Okay.”

I kept wondering why Mike Luna said that, but I observed the girl, she’s beautiful like Danielle’s beauty. I sat beside her carrying my canned beer because my intention was to asked her identity. And, I’m curious about her; that I had to know so that I could talk to her when I needed something.

“What’s your name?”

“Aira…”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen going to eighteen…”

“Not a girl anymore but a lady….a woman…..right?”

“Yes sir….”

Still looking at her I remember my daughter but I persuaded myself for other things to talk about.

“When you need something or going to the bathroom, kindly tell me okay?”

She nodded and looked at me. I checked the house and the surrounding for our security. Any moment Danielle will shower us with bullets from her machine gun.

I switched on the TV; Saan Ka Man Naroroon was aired at that time. I watched the drama episode for twenty minutes which Aira’s watching too.

“You want to clean yourself first before sleeping? Tomorrow…I’ll buy you some of your personal items…I mean personal hygiene stuff…”

“Sir…not now...tomorrow after you buy me…”

“Buy me what?”

“I mean sir….personal…things…tomorrow…”

“Okay…go to sleep now...tomorrow we’ll travel.”

I handed-in one of the throw pillow to her which she accepted and hugged instantly. She has the charisma that pulled my being into her, to know her fully and why. I kept my distance to her, I swore to myself before sleeping near her.

I dreamed of something’s scary that I suddenly woke up, looked at the wall clock and it’s two in the early morning. I tried to decipher my dream but in vain. The stillness gave me the feeling of remoteness inside my heart. I observed Aira in the other side; she’s sleeping tightly. I sat down to clear my mind for a minute, went to the kitchen and drank a bottle of orange juice.

I heard a faint sound coming from the front door which I quickly went to the door and observed. I am sure somebody’s outside near the car where I parked. I peeped in the curtain that I saw a shadow near the car and other one at far end of the road. I squatted for a while, went to Aira in crouching position and woke her up.

“Aira wake up…quick….,” whispering to her but with urgency. She followed what I said where I gathered my things especially the back pack. It’s always ready and handy. We groped our way to the back door in the kitchen going to the concrete wall where I pushed her up totally into the other side. I carefully lifted her up for easy access to the narrow way going to the other street. We ran as fast as we can, going to Roxas Boulevard but the assassins were following us. They’re not together on this pursuit but instead allowing themselves to run after us.

As we ran farther from them heading to the corner of EDSA and Roxas Boulevard, we turned right going to EDSA-Pasay Rotonda, where I decided to enter into a Beer House. But the assassin fired a shot to us that a customer was hit in the stomach. The Police Patrol car arrived in the Beer House that we distanced ourselves to the place. We continued running even though dangers were looming to us.

I stopped a taxi cab which gave us freedom to go wherever we want, but it’s me who would decide for this game. My planned travel going to Bacolod City was finally materialized for this event. Even though I’m not sure which way I’ll decide to go, still, my conscience dictated me to proceed.

The thing that kept on bugging was the way the assassin stared at Aira when we’re in the Beer House. I knew its Danielle alone, but why she’s acting that way?

“Brother, take us to Manila Domestic Airport…hurry please…”

“Okay sir.”


We disembarked at the taxi cab, went inside an open restaurant and seated at the secluded area near the restroom. I ordered two meals for us and wait.

“Don’t make a move that betray me okay? Behave….if you don’t, there’s no other way but put this in your wrists.”

“Okay sir…I’ll behave as what you’ve said.

Our food arrived after ten minutes and I asked the waiter, “Friend, is there a travel agency here that’s open this hour?”

“No sir…just ask the one in-charge inside that terminal….if you can avail as a chance passenger.”

“Okay thank you.”


We ate our food without saying a word, just glancing to each other once in a while. I don’t want to reveal my true self to her. And, why I have to do it? She’ll ask me if she wants something. I looked at her, observed and gobbled up the remaining burger.

“You want some more?” I asked her while my mouth was full.

“I’m full...sir…”

“Don’t be shy…I want to eat some more...”

“And why you’re eating that much? Are you going to die?”

“I’m doing this as a game to excite me.”

“Life is beautiful, do you know that sir? Like this one, eating our food to live…for tomorrow.”

“Are you hoping to live when your life is in danger?” I asked her with sarcastic tone.

“You see, we eat our food as much as we want…. to live. Our lives depend on what we decided upon for ourselves…..”

“Maybe….maybe not….it depends…,” when my mobile rang, disturbing my thoughts about life. “Hello…Mike, what’s up?”

“Marco, where are you now?”

“In Manila, why? Is there an update?”

“Yes Marco, I disposed Roger’s body secretly…and…everything’s okay according to our agreements…and…Danielle asked me your whereabouts?”

“As what I’ve said….heading to where I’ve studied my college education…Mike, did Danielle hired another assassin for this game?”

“No, I think….none…none whatsoever…”

“Okay bye! I trusted you Mike about this game.”

“Bye.”

TO BE CONTINUED###


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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Game FX Forever #OFW61


I hurriedly left the stage, walked briskly towards the sanctuary room, open the locked door and undressed naked. I hastily put on the camouflage, get dressed and carried my back pack. I opened the secret passage where the vehicle was parked for this purpose. I switched it on, push the accelerator and left through the back door.

From Santa Cruz, Cavite City I traveled to San Rafael 2 up to San Rafael 3 going to San Sebastian, Kawit. I stopped the car at the roadside to urinate, but observed the place and the situation. I continued my unknown journey while I read the pamphlet about Cavite province.

Cavite, one of the provinces comprising the Southern Tagalog Region, lies immediately at the southwestern entrance of Manila Bay across the Bataan Peninsula. It extends eastward along its shoreline in the north up to the historical Zapote Bridge and the inland terrain in the south up to Carmona. It is bounded on the east by the provinces of Rizal and Laguna, on the south by the province of Batangas, on the west by Philippine Sea and on the north by Manila Bay and the City of Manila.

My mind’s wandering where I can give Danielle and Roger the value for their effort to do this Game FX. I liked the mountainous terrain but the setting in the city can give more excitement to me. I decided to travel heading to Redemptorist Church in Baclaran.


I entered, kneeled at the pew and released the things inside my heart. I prayed for my children, the people who trusted me and to all Filipinos who suffered poverty and discrimination. I washed my soul with the tears that I could not control anymore. I stood up, made a sign of the cross and slowly walked to the Dimasalang Street where my heart’s crumpled over my family because of the fire that gutted my house. I can still smell the burned-ashes of my struggling neighbors who toiled day and night for meager salary for a family of ten members. The same were true for Overseas Filipino Workers, who dreamed to have a better paycheck abroad, but their souls were being sold to the history of the Philippines.

I looked around to savor the emptiness that I felt where it’s better those days when I have nothing, no money to depend upon, where I sacrificed myself to fulfill my dreams. Now that I reached those dreams, still I’m empty deep inside….wanted to end life… I continued walking until I saw an apartment with sign board hanging at the steel gate; it’s written, “Apartment for Rent.” I thought, the best way to have a shelter while gaining insights about the Game FX and I could devote my spare time hanging with my worries. I brought my ATM card that I used to withdraw money for the payment and for my daily undertaking.


I talked to the owner of the apartment near GGCruz Street near the Redemptorist Church, paid him and ready to organize the new place. I took off my camouflage, cleaned the apartment and installed some decors and lightings. Whatever the result for all this game, I’m sure that it’ll surely excite me all along. I lived by myself for a month in that area, that I trusted some neighbors to do the maintenance of the place. It’s Wednesday morning, Baclaran were full of vendors all over the place especially at the front of the Church. I was inside the church praying when I saw Danielle passed by my side. I slowly stood up rearing to go out when Mike called on my new phone imported from Finland which he gave me the updates of Danielle and Roger, “Marco, it’s been a month since you left the house, and more news are circulating that you’re hiding somewhere in the north of Luzon. So, give me the update always, so that I could relay some hint to Danielle and Roger, to make this feasible, okay?”

“Okay Mike….I’m in between of Paranaque and Pasay…a place to worship…”

“I see…for them…they’re near…in your place...They have a mobile phone too, all of us are connected to each other…They can hear our conversation…okay Marco? Beware of the authorities….do not entangle with them…they’re moving too because of this Game FX..”

“Thank you Mike…bye!”

I switched off the mobile phone, put it on my pocket and carry my back pack and heading towards the back gate going to the narrow street full of vendors. I can hear the beating of my heart; my eyes were focused to where I saw the lone shadow of man wearing black jogging suit. I knew it. It’s him…Roger. He’s following me that I hastily find my way up to Baclaran LRT station. I queued for my card where Roger was behind me. I quickly entered into the train while I searched him in the throng of passengers. I positioned myself standing in the aisle, so that I could have time to run in case Roger appeared. But when I faced to the other side, Roger whispered to me.

“Do not move Marco…you see this inside my jacket?” I looked at him squarely without saying a word. He whispered again, “We’ll get off at the next station…Vito Cruz Station…do not make a scene…do as I told you.”


We disembarked at the Vito Cruz Station, where Roger’s behind me. He followed me up to the Rizal Memorial Sports Complex. I saw group of youngsters wearing basketball sports outfit, which I ran to the group, hide from Roger’s view and hurriedly ran fast as I can heading to Harrison Plaza Shopping Center.

Roger still following me running but my energy was helping me. I hid at the Department Store where he passed by through the other business establishment. I went outside and continued to run but he saw me, that Roger fired his pistol which chaos inside the mall ensued.

I continued running up to the front door going to other side of the road, the Central Bank of the Philippines side. I kept on running until the intersection of Roxas Boulevard and Vito Cruz Street, turned right heading to the Luneta Park. My actions triggered some passersby that I changed my way near the seawall. I watched my back while jogging where I could view the position of Roger. He’s nowhere to be found that I slowly searched him in the crowd. But I was wrong; he’s following me all the way.

I felt my blood rushing all over my body that my energy risen to the highest degree. I resumed my pace that at last, I went across the road to enter the Luneta Park, still reeling to be chased for enjoyment. I was heading towards the Luneta’s Fountain when Danielle appeared from nowhere, while Roger still following me. I ran to the other side heading to Intramuros where the two of them are behind me now.

At the secluded area, Danielle fired his gun to me which hit my left arm. Blood oozing continuously that I tied with my handkerchief while running into the San Agustin Church. I entered the church and hid under the small altar. I saw a lady together with a man kneeling and praying. I managed to tie carefully the wound in my arm and observed them.

They entered the church searching for me that the man and the woman were disturbed with their prayers. Danielle and Roger passed by their side without noticing them. I grabbed the young woman to make her a shield, but the man started to jump at me, but I eluded him. I aimed the gun at him and hold the young woman tightly.

Danielle and Roger saw the incident but they’re far from us. So, I hurriedly pushed the lady outside the church.

“You have a car!!” I shouted at her.

“Yes…over there…”

“Where’s the key? Hurry!!”

“Here,” as she gave it to me.

I hastily opened the door, “Get inside…hurry!!!”

I drove the car, speeding as fast as I can going back to Luneta Park at the Roxas Boulevard, where I instantly thought to bring her at my apartment in Baclaran. She started to cry inside the car. I looked at her without any feeling at all. Sorry, I thought to myself.

TO BE CONTINUED###



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