His eyes open in a snap, the sensation of waking up was similar to the feeling of falling in your sleep. His gaze meets a closed hand gliding through the night sky, accompanied by a zipping sound. The stars have disappeared from his sight, leaving him cramped in the darkness. Lying on his back, he tries to recall the events that had led him to his current predicament, but he remembers nothing. His mind struggles to form a single cohesive thought until he realizes that he does not know anything at all; Not even his name.
Unease fills his stomach. Being trapped in a confined space did not help his case at all. Despite not being in a room, he could feel walls closing down on him, encasing his body as if he were some caterpillar in a cocoon. The air he was inhaling was not fresh but filled with the smell of smoke and burning plastic. His innate need for freedom and release grows more and more as he continues to remain in this strange space that has been constricting him.
All of a sudden, he gets lifted off the ground, sending him on high alert. He yelps, and struggles against the anomaly that holds him. He wanted it to stop, but he could not think of any words to speak. Without any decisive reason, he feels the need to leave without being touched. Not long after, he felt himself being dropped to the ground, but that doesn’t stop him from moving.
Beyond this cocoon is simply just a normal world, where a crime scene has taken place. In a nightclub that has been reduced to burnt cement walls and piles of ashes. On the ruined dance floor, two men stared down at the body bag they were supposed to carry out of this burned-down venue. They look at it with their mouths agape, astonished at how the man inside it continues to writhe and scream.
“Did you even check his pulse?!” One of the men asked in a slight panic.
“Of course, I did!” The other exclaimed, “Dude wasn’t even breathing when I checked!”
As the two of them continue to assess the situation, a hand glowing with a yellow light rips through the bag. It blinds their eyes and envelopes them as a whole.
Not far from the scene, ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars stood by. People who survived the nightclub’s fire were being given medical attention. The policemen were still assessing the situation, as they asked for input from the firemen who had just extinguished the fire an hour ago. The blue and red lights from their vehicles were suddenly overpowered by the same yellow light that came from the arm that emerged from the body bag. Distant screams pierced through the air, getting the attention of almost everyone. The light was coming from what remained of the nightclub, and it didn’t take long for it to go away. As soon as it did, the officials cautiously made their way into the ruins.
“Hey, is everything alright in there?” A paramedic asks, peeping through an ashy doorway. Her gaze immediately falls on a young man whose clothes were torn and falling off his body. He stands above two unconscious men - the workers in charge of extracting dead bodies from the crime scene. A policeman stops her from rushing towards the men in front of her. He looks at the strange person before them with a creased brow.
“Who are you, and how did you get here?” The officer asks. He gets no verbal response.
The suspicious young man looks at him, utterly confused and fearful. After a short period of silence, he takes a step backward and began fleeing. The policeman, however, is quick to pull out his gun and aimed at the suspect’s leg, shooting him. He falls with a scream, clutching his leg with shaky arms. He rolls over, similar to how a dog rolls on its back to show submission.
“Hey, that’s too far!” The paramedic exclaims, pushing down the policeman’s arm. She looks at the officer’s name badge and looks at him.
“Mr. Ines, let me do the talking first. He just looks confused,” she says firmly.
She then slowly walks towards the injured young man in front of her, trying her best to not provoke him. At this point, he was brought to tears from having to experience pain like this for the first time. The paramedic inches closer towards him and crouches down.
“Are you okay?” She gently asks. She keeps her guard up, keeping in mind that this guy is potentially dangerous. She glances at the two other men nearby, wondering if the person in front of her is responsible for this.
A hand suddenly reaches towards her, emanating the same light that she had seen earlier. It was nearly blinding this time, but it did not grow as it did from moments before. She hears yet another gunshot, immediately extinguishing the light. A pained scream soon follows, coming from below her. Realizing that he had been shot again, she turns to Officer Ines behind her, who has now called for back-up.
“We’ll take it from here,” He said.
The paramedic looks at the wounded man lying on the ground as she hesitantly stands up. She doesn’t know if she should feel bad for him, or to feel frightened about what could have happened to her if he wasn’t shot. Another thing that occupied her mind was what came out of his palm. He was not holding anything that could produce that kind of light. She saw his veins and bones behind the skin of his palm as the light was emerging. It was almost as if there was a flashlight being pressed at the back of his hand.
She watches as the cops began to hold his arms behind his back, cuffing him. He had little strength left after losing blood from being shot twice. They drag him upwards, forcing him to walk towards the ambulance. He didn’t shout a single word to resist. He asked no questions. He could only whine, as he limps in the grip of the uniformed men that surrounded him.
Six months have passed, and the news of that nightclub’s tragedy has left the minds of the masses. The media has found a bigger story that has news reporters flying towards the New Bilibid Prison, in Muntinlupa, Metro Manila. After decades of being in power, Leonardo Balthazar - the Philippines’ most wanted crime syndicate leader - has finally been caught and sentenced to the death penalty. He was responsible for the many cases of drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and murder that have occurred in Metro Manila.Tonight, he is about to die.Two pairs of footsteps echo through a narrow hallway of a basement, ever so desolate. The lighting and walls were both white, the bright color bounces off the walls, glaring down at a man in orange, escorted by a single warden. “Since I’m about to die, can you at least tell me the name of the bastard who snitched on me?” The convict asks, his voice sounding bored. The
The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.Standing up straight, Leonardo places his hands on his hips as he looks at a security camera in disappointment. His bewilderment for the strange yellow glow has worn off.“I thought you guys finally became competent after catching me!” He calls out to the camera, assuming that it has a built-in microphone. He turns to Goldie who was still recovering from a single punch. Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.&r
Leonardo screams, taken off guard at how his feet are no longer touching the ground. He goes over the large fence and braces himself for the impact. He, unfortunately, lands on his wounded arm. The bullet prods itself further into him, so he rolls over to relieve the pressure on his bloody limb.“Jesus Christ!” He exclaims, grimacing at his poor state. As he laid on the ground, he sees a flash of yellow. It’s Goldie jumping over the wall, maintaining a bit more poise than what Leonardo had.The older man notices him land on his feet. He starts to get up as well, holding his injured arm to avoid hurting it more from moving. Something explodes from behind the wall, making the ground shift a tad bit. Leonardo takes this as his cue to keep moving forward. He looks around to survey the watchtowers, and can already see people taking their positions with their snipers.“Hey, you,” He says to Goldie, nudging him on
Midnight.The world is wide, bustling with tiny little rodents that ran across the crevices in between houses and buildings. On the roads, the streetlights blinked a yellow color rhythmically. There is barely any vehicle in sight. The air is warm, the smell of smoke is faint, but it feels refreshing in the lungs of the two outlaws walking down the highway with no fear. A passerby can see them and just think of them as two people who have lost their minds.Goldie looks upwards as he walked behind Leonardo. He smiles as he sees the white dots above him, sparkling. It’s the first time he saw them since he woke up, and he longed to see them.“Is ‘Goldie’ actually your name or is it a codename?”Leonardo snaps him out of his trance. He looks at the older man and hums shortly. asks out of the blue.“Is it your name? Yes or no?” he asks again.“No.”“Oh, so you can speak.”
"Ay, Ninong!" He exclaims with his arms outstretched. He walks towards Leonardo and embraces him gingerly. "Watch the arm," the older man says. "It's been so long!" "Yeah, yeah. I'm tired as Hell." Goldie watches them interact as he steps closer to them. He looks around and sees people walking together in groups or pairs. Some were walking alone but disappeared into an array of vehicles. He watches these people kiss each other's cheeks, shake hands, carry each other's bags, wrapping their arms around one another. He looks down at his hands and looks around him again. He looks out for anyone who seems to be approaching him, but as of this moment, there is no one. All the voices are mingling with each other, none of them seemed to make any sense. None of them seemed to
Leonardo freezes as he stares at the female who meets his eyes. Confusion is etched upon the soft features of her brown face. He couldn’t let this expression change into something else, so he walks over in quick strides and grabs her by her curly hair. She shrieks, making Darryl move swiftly towards the door to close it shut. “Great,” He mutters under his breath as he locks the door, “Which one of you left thisopen?!” “Darryl?!” The young woman exclaims as she’s forced to sit down on the floor by Leonardo. She claws on his wrists in an attempt to get him to let go of her, but it only makes him hold on tighter. On the other hand, Goldie takes a couple of steps back and gets closer to a wall. His eyes darting back and forth on everyone’s faces. “Why are you here, Katcha?” Darryl asks as he looks down at her, “And how long have you’ve been listening in?” “Huh?! I just got here!” She replies loudly, “ I just want to get the flash driv
“Why did you let her leave?!” Leonardo began his angry spiels as soon as he stood up. He firmly places both of his hands on both sides of Goldie’s shoulders. The young man looks back at him in slight fear with his arms close to his chest and his eyes wide. “You were… you were going to…” He meekly says, trying to scramble together words that he knew so far. “She’s going to call the cops! You wanna go back to Bilibid? Do you miss being a dog so bad?!” Leonardo interrupts him. He then looks at the other boy who was sitting close by to the door, “You go after her! She can’t have gone too far!” Darryl looks at the two as if he were a deer in the headlights. As he glances at Goldie, the image of that harrowing room appears in his mind for a split second. He takes in a quick sharp breath and exhales shakily. Was it real? It didn’t feel tangible enough for it to be real. There were no drugs or hallucinogens before the interaction, but the whole
After nearly getting smothered to death, Katcha returns to her bleak dorm room. Each of the four walls has a single piece of furniture that is no more than three steps apart from each other. Some parts of the walls had a variety of notes and pictures of some sort of biological matter plastered upon them. Not very spacious, but the size of the room brings her a sense of familiarity that grounds her.Katcha heavily exhales as she slumps down in front of her study table. Not knowing what to do at this given moment, She stares down at the papers and pens cluttered all over the surface. As she sits in silence, she remembers the blow that was landed on her from earlier, making her wonder if she should get herself checked out by a doctor. The sound of the pan hitting her face came back to mind. Something had to be broken in her head. Darryl did not seem to hold back when he slammed her face. It could have been from the adrenaline, but she didn’t feel any pa