• HIS NEW IDENTITY •
It is the very first day of the year, everyone is still caged in euphoric feeling of celebrating the New Year's eve. Christmas lights are still hanging by the roof, snow blankets the road.
Some people are in caught by cleaning their porches, some are still sound asleep, some are in deep silence from the screaming of yahoos! last night. Some are in hushed situation, too silent and too... horrifying.
A man that is of age of early 20's brewing a coffee, smoking hot and creamy. The toasts he made for himself are placed in front of his, filling it with peanut butter jelly before munching it.
The sound of morning and the silent night song plays from the radio. Sighing deeply, he took a large bite of the toast and sip the creamy coffee while looking outside the window. The sky is cloudy, biding the sun behind those fluffy cottons floating above, and the breeze of the morning a
•HIS OTHER HIMSELF•"It's been a long time since we had a visitor in the house. Come on in!" Amy welcomed him with wide smile, gesturing her hand for him to come in."Thank you, for letting me visit." Phillip bowed his head as his respect to the mother of the woman he's into."Oh, you are very welcome, my dear. Have a sit, what do you want to drink? Juice, cold water? Anything you want?" Amy clasps her hands above her chest.He waves his hand to say no and smiles. "Nah, I'm good, Ma'am. I'm just here to formally ask for you daughter's hand but thank you so much.""That's very old fashioned." Amy commented that raised his eyebrow. "I like it." She added, voicing out her likeness towards him."I usually do everything the way it was, maybe because my parents used to be so fond of old school stuffs." He lied. He never had any parents as far as he knows.
•HIS REFLECTION•"Glad to know that dad finally broke his walls down for you." Dolora plays his hair while he's sitting on the floor while Dolora's sitting on the couch."I was shocked too, I thought it will take him too long before he could accept me for you." He rests his eyes closed while feeling her hands massaging his scalp."How did he approached you? We just had an LQ, now you two are close. And been trying to point at me and make fun of me." She scoffed and slightly pulled his hair, making him laugh."Well, I was waiting for Amy's cooking treat and then I... I was just looking around with those framed pictures. I never knew you had a brother." He lied. Lies and lies and lies comes out of his mouth."Mom and dad always have this soft spot for my brother. Whenever we remember him, everything just... it's complicated." She exhaled and starts to play his ears, pulli
•HIS NEW TARGETS•"Well you're something." Dolora chuckled while sitting beside Phillip on the hammock on their house at the porch."What do you mean by 'you're something'?" He asked while caressing her upper arm slowly, enough to make her feel comfortable with him."Dad never trust anyone, even to our neighbors that we spend almost 7 years with now. It's just that... he sees something in you that makes him easeful leaving us to you." Dolora explained."Well I guess it's... I don't know too actually." He chuckled, revealing all his teeth on display. "I was shocked too when he said that, but not after he told me to capm outside your house." He laughed more."He's been like that, I think he absorbed all my bitchy attitude in him." She joshed."Guess he does.""By the way, I don't mean to pry but..." She pushed herself up and looks
•HIS ANGER• Dolora has been staring at Phillip for moments now, wondering how a man could be like him, it's just too surreal in this world. Him having a long patience that she's very fond of. Him having a great manner in whatever he does, in whoever he meets that she finds so adorable and a manner that she loves on people. His charm that she loves the most even from the very first time she met him in the grocery store and his mystery that she badly wants to know. "Can I help you?" Phillip asked her with a smirk. He is in favor of how she looks at him. What he's receiving is too much from what he expected. "Just thinking about how your hair keeps it's length that way for the whole months I ever know you." She joshed and rolls her eyes, just like her old habit that she can't get rid of. A habit that'll stay with he, a habit that he loves to see on her. It's a weird and odd fetish of him, but for him, it's worth more
•HIS STORY•"What's your name, little boy? Are you hurt?" A policeman asked a boy with a tone which is too friendly for kids.The boy has his eyes glued on a burning car as he sits on the back of the ambulance, wrapped in a gray blanket to keep him warm even though he was a thread close from burning a while ago. His face is covered by black stains of the smoke he got when the car started to burn. His eyes shows no emotions but his body gives a hint of loneliness."Put a truck of water on that car! Move it! Move it! Come on! Move those feets faster!" A fireman shouted to his men, they started to line up and hose out water towards the burning car. "I want this out of fire, right now!""How's the boy?" A lady officer asked the policeman talking to him. She holds a stapled three pages of paper and a pen on the other hand.He shook his head negatively. "Not a word. He must b
•HIS FREEDOM•He sat there beside Dolora while watching some boring romantic movie. She has here eyes glued on the screen of the television while he kept his stare at her.Slowly that he has been accepted, slowly that he has been confident that nothing will happen. Also his conscience has been slipping out, it's eating him alive. It's torturing him in his mind.He's starting to feel... fear.Fear that one day, he might lose this family because of too many reason. But all the possibilities that it might broke this hood ties with the Hamiltons only focuses and starts with him and "himself".He doesn't want to hurt anybody, they are perfect. They may not have a beautiful past but that doesn't affect what they are right now. What they gave him and make him saw these time.But the truth will always make a way to feel the open air, trying to open the veil
•HIS REAL NEW LIFE•A man is silently walking around a house like some kind of a ghost, he's clad in a black cloak with a hood over his head and a sharp steel knife in his hand, portraying the figure of a creature that takes life from a living.A woman is silently staring at him, clad in a blood stained white dress, her hair covers her whole face. She's unmoving and not even breathing but her eyes are on him, waiting for him to come closer.A moment there, they stand facing each other. He lifted his hand and stroke the knife on her, but a hand stopped him. A hand coming from another woman who's dripping blood from her mouth."Why? Why? Why?" It kept chanting at him. Asking him.The knife he had in his hand finally withdraw from his grasp. It fell on the floor and as he does too. He fell down on his knees and tries to push himself backwards, away from that person, or is
Years have passed, people forgot what has been done in the Harmonica Fall. The people who did so much trouble and and brutality in there.Everything has been left behind in the past and everyone moved on.But some people are still chasing what past had brought in their present and they tend to change their future by breaking the one who put them in a hell hole that became their home for years.And now, he's hunting. He's picking the trails to those people who dragged him down the ditch. He's coming back to bring his hell to them and spread darkness in their fine life.