The Watchman Novels & Stories

MEANWHILE… Sa taas ng balcony, may isang lalaking nanonood sa kanila. “Looks like she remembers,” aniya, bago ngumiti. “Let’s make sure it kills them both.” Nagpumilit tumayo si China. “We need to get out of here,” bulong niya. “I feel like someone’s watching.” “Tama ka,” sagot ni Gabriel. “They’re not just watching, they’re hunting.” Dahil sa kanyang smartwatch, dumating ang alert signal. LEVEL RED: ENEMY PRESENCE DETECTED.

Celine. Hahawakan ni John ang mukha ng katambal at hahalikan. Napahawak sa kwintas niya si Jane habang pinapanuod ang halikan. “Cut!” Nagpapalakpakan at naghihiyawan ang mga staff. Ang cameramen ay inikot ang camera at kinunan ang pagsasaya ng mga ito para sa bloopers ng pelikula. Huling eksena na kasi ang kinunan nila.

Sabi niya. "Ako si Romualdo Ronaldo Ricardo Regulante. Ako ang naka-duty na watcher sa bahay na ito. Isa akong licensed bodyguard at may kakayahan akong hilahin ka palabas dito sa ayaw mo at sa gusto mo." Despite his age he tries to scare the suspicious guy. The suspicious man clicked his tongue in utter displease. Nakita ito ng guard at hindi nagustuhan ang asal nito. Lalapit na sa ang iba pang guards para kunin siya pero pinakita ng tao ang palad niya sa kanila.

I was able to find someone who is worth to keep, you too can. This is our story. How we kept each other. She's Yna, my finest keeper.

“Mga nilalang na hindi eksperimento, pero konektado pa rin sa Omega. They observe, they collect… and sometimes, they kill.” Nanlaki ang mata ni Cassandra. “So ibig sabihin, pinadala sila para sa akin?” “Maybe. O baka matagal na silang naghihintay.” Isa sa tatlong Watcher ang lumapit. Mataas, payat, at halos hindi makita ang mukha dahil natatakpan ng hood. Ang boses nito ay parang sabayang tinig ng lalaki at babae. “Prototype 02…” bulong nito. “At last, you’ve awakened.”

I asked, barely above a whisper. He smirked. “Just someone who’s been waiting for the right moment.” A rustle came from behind him. Before I could scream, Zech’s voice thundered from the shadows. “Step away from her.” The man didn't flinch. “You’re late, Chartreuse.” Zech stepped into view, gun in hand, eyes locked on the intruder. He looked like death incarnate—shirt blood-splattered, hair disheveled, veins throbbing on his neck.

All of them were drowning in lies, and she was the only one who had seen the seams. Her fingers trembled as they brushed his palm. The grip tightened, firm but not threatening. The hooded man leaned closer, his voice low, gravelly, carrying the weight of secrets. “You’ve seen the seams. You know the confession is false. That makes you dangerous. But it also makes you necessary.” Elena swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The man’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Someone who’s been watching longer than you realize. Someone who knows the perpetrator’s methods. And someone who knows you’re the only one inside the system willing to fight.”