Tattoo Saga

21. Sighting - Quest for the Dose Halimaw

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 16:31:00 +0000

"Everyone, please gather around," called the resort manager. He is in his mid-thirties. He kept a lean figure through daily hikes from the resort to the main road to buy some smokes at the roadside store. Smoking is not allowed within resort premises. This routine does not only keep him fit but also controls his urge to smoke. "We will be checking the cottages and doing the head count. How many do we have?"

"We have eight cottages occupied," answered his assistant, a chubby girl in her early twenties. She is doing field work for a master's degree she took at the Mindanao State University - Iligan Institute of Technology located in Iligan City. "A total of twenty three individuals."

"Let's count off, if you please," the manager addressed crowd. "Shall we start with you sir," pointing at the pot bellied man in his late forties.

As the guests counted off, two other resort staff approached the group and reported to the manager.

"All cottages are cleared sir," reported an old staffer who lives about two kilometers from the resort.

"But we did find this cellphone at the sink of cottage 3," added the younger male staffer about the same age as the resort assistant. He too is a local. The older man is his father.

"Twenty three," shouted a little girl.

"Everyone is accounted for sir," reported the assistant.

"Thanks," replied the manager. Turning to the crowd, he announced "who left a cellphone in cottage 3?" Then reading off from the log book, "it's from the group of Mariella Santos."

"Oh my gosh," exclaimed one girl. "That's mine," she claimed approaching the manager.

"And you are?"

"Daniela Escucha," she answered.

"There you go miss," handing over the phone after verifying the name from the registry. "Alright everyone, shall we go?"

The group lined in two columns, the manager and the young man leading the way with the assistant and the older man trailing behind.

Genny's group walks about three groups ahead of the tail.

"Be ready to jump when I give the signal," whispered Jasmin to her friend. "We are almost there. I saw a ditch near the bend on our way to the resort. We can hide there without anybody noticing."

"Won't it be flooded or muddy at the least," asked Arianne.

"What do you expect? This is the mountains after all."

The four girls kept close to the group ahead of them and far from the one behind them. The distances they kept will allow them to jump down the ditch without the two groups noticing.

As they near the bend that turns toward the right, Jasmin warned her friends, "Get ready." She then slowly took off her back pack and held it with her right hand. Her friends did the same. Making sure the group ahead is not looking back and while putting the group behind at the blind spot, she gave the signal,"now!"

As quietly as they can, the girls jumped into the ditch clutching their bags and keeping low to avoid being seen. Their hearts pounding and breathing deep, they try to keep themselves pressed on the side of the ditch listening to the passing group. The first one passed, then the second, then the third. Then they heard the manager's assistant and the old staffer pass.

"Did you hear the sound after the tremor," the old man asked his companion.

"Yeah," confirmed the girl. "I thought I heard a growl."

"There is this legend of a sea monster trapped in the Lanao lake that I heard from my grandfather who heard if from his. I never believed it was true. But after what I have heard tonight..."

"How come it only resurfaced now?"

"I don't know, child. I don't know."

As their voices faded in the dark, the four girls slowly rose to peer on the top of the ditch. They can see the flashlights fading ahead. And then it was dark again.

"Let's go," urged Jasmin as she began to climb the ditch.

"My Trets are muddy," complained Genny shining her torch at her shoes.

"Are Tretorns still popular these days," asked Isablle with a little sarcasm.

"They are in the provinces," answered Arianne.

"Probinsyana," sighed Isabelle.

"Come on," called Jasmin as she began walking back to the direction of the resort.

The three girls followed, Genny still trying to shake off the mud in her shoes.

Slowly and painfully, the four girls scaled the side of the Maria Cristina Falls. It took them an hour to get to the top using vines, thorny shrubs, and rocks are hand holds and foot holds. They were sweating profusely and were panting when they reached to top. After a few minutes of rest, Jasmin urged them to move ahead. Hastily, the girls followed.

"Good thing about hiking with an experienced hiker is that you know you're in good hands," commented Genny. "Bad things is those hands will force you to the brink of exhaustion."

"Oh you know I'll take care of you," said Jasmin looking back at Genny with a sheepish smile.

"Yeah right," smirked Isabelle.

The girls continued up river walking near the bank. Jazz had her bolo out in her right hand while she lit her way with her flashlight on her left hand. Each had their flashlights on illuminating their paths.

After about two hours, they reached the mouth of Lanao Lake, the only opening where the body of water empties its contents. The other opening, about twenty or so, pour in water from the mountains. The huge volume of water exiting through the Agus River provides the Philippines' National Power Corporation with the pressure it needs to operate its hydroelectric plant.

"My leg hurts," complained Arianne sitting down a boulder.

"Don't worry, we're here," assured Jasmin.

"So this is Lanao Lake," commented Isabelle standing near the bank, one foot on a rock with her hands on her waist.

"Wow, I can't see anthing," smirked Genny plopping on the soft grass.

The moon is out but there is an overcast. The girls rested on the northern bank of the lake near the mouth of Agus River. A few minutes later, the clouds moved allowing the full moon to shine on the lake.

The girls were awed by the sight. The waters were glistening as the slow wind blew on the waters. They almost forgot what they were looking for in the first place.

"What's that over there," asked Isabelle pointing at a shadow Southeast of their position.

Arianne quickly took out here binoculars. But they were small, the kind that is bought at a Quiapo tiangge for fifty pesos. "Some kind of boat I guess."

As Isabelle and Genny tried to pry the binoculars from Arianne, Jasmin opened her pack and took out the telescopic lens for her digital camera. She screwed it on to her camera and peered at the veiwfinder.

"Take a picture so we could have a better look," said Genny turning to Jasmin leaving Isabelle and Arianne wrestling over the binoculars.

"Even better, I am filming it," Jasmin said proudly.

Jasmin saw what looks like a small fishing boat. As she adjusted the powerful lens, she moved toward the rear of the boat. Near the stern she could barely discern the markings. Moving the camera toward the front of the boat, she caught a glimpse of a logo on its side. They were four circles, two on top of the other two, their sides in tangent. The top left circle has its upper half colored black while the lower left quarter is blue and the lower right quarter white. The one on the upper right is painted the same but with the circle turned 90 degrees clockwise. The circle on the lower right is turned another 90 degrees clockwise and another turn for the circle in the lower left. This allows the white portions of the circles to form a white square whoses sides pass the center of the circles. In the middle of the square is a four sided star formed by the four circles, the upper half has some kind of red triangular marking on it with a red spot on the lower half.

"What do you see," asked Isabelle who has left Arianne alone with her low magnification binoculars.

"It is some sort of an official boat by some private agency," she replied.

"What is that moving in there," Arianne said excitedly.

"It's a boat," answered Isabelle upset that Arianne did not lend her the binoculars.

"No, the one near the boat."

Jasmin zoomed out of the boat in time to see the surface of the water move slightly. The wind was blowing westerly but the small wave is moving diagonally toward the boat.

Arianne screamed as Jasmin's view of the boat was blocked by a wall of water.

The three girls looked at Arianne. She was all excited and screaming nervously, her trembling hands pointing at something toward the direction of the boat.

As they slowly followed her hand, they saw something monstrous rise from the water. It was like a scene from a fantasy movie about a legendary pirate whose ship was attacked by a sea monster controlled by yet another fearsome creature.

The monster lifted the boat from the lake. Its tentacles closing in on the hapless boat and its ill-fated crew. As quickly as it rose. The monster disappeared beneath the waves. It's movement made the lake swell, ripples pushing water to the banks awashing the girls.

The they heard another growl, a growl from the depths of the lake.

The girls panicked. Arianne quickly turned running away from the lake shore, leaving her bag and dropping her binoculars. Genny picked up her bag and that of Arianne and ran after her. Isabelle shouldered her bag and tried to pull Jasmin away. Coming to her senses, Jasmin got her things and ran after Isabelle.

As the girls made their way from the opening of the lake to the river, a pair of eyes watched them as they scampered back the way they came.

20. Murmurs - Quest for the Dose Halimaw

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:34:00 +0000

In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, on the seventeenth day of the month, all the fountains of the great deep came bursting through, and the windows of heaven were open. - Genesis 7:11.

It was a rainy day in October. Genny is excited. It is her first time in the province. And she is in a road trip with her college classmates to visit the Maria Cristina Falls for the summer. The falls is about an hours drive from Cagayan de Oro's Lumbia Airport.

She had been cooped up in their condominium in Makati. Her life has consisted of daily trips to an exclusive girls' school where she studied until high school. Her family takes weekend trips to malls and fancy restaurants and to other countries during holidays.

"So, what is in store for us at the falls," she asks her classmate, Arianne.

"Well, I don't know exactly," Arianne replied somewhat unprepared. "Hehehe, I have never actually been there," she added sheepishly.

"WHAT!?" the girls asked in unison.

"You live in Iligan and yet you have never been to the falls," exclaimed the shocked Jasmin.

Could not keep her feet inside their house, Jasmin is the most adventurous of the four girls. Adventurous in outdoor sense of the world, she has trekked Mount Makiling, went spelunking in the Callao Caves, and even walked among those who oppposed the leadership of the former president of the republic.

"My parents are too strict," explained Arianne. "This is my first shot at freedom."

Before going to one of the prestigious universities in Manila, Arianne lived the life of a province girl. Although their mailing address tell that they are in a city, their house is in the outskirt, nearer the next town than the center of the city.

"This could be fun," smiled Isabelle. Isabelle is the other adventurous one. Adventure in the urban sense. She has trekked the length of Eastwood City, entered counless bars and pubs, and partied among the leftist youth after the fall of the previous administration.

"What could be more fun than worrying where we will go next," said Jasmin excitedly.

"Or who we will meet," added Isabelle.

"But where will be stay," Genny asked.

"We can probably find a place to stay there," Arianne tried to assure them.

"Here we are girls," interrupted the driver stopping the van on the side of the concrete road.

They all looked through the rain washed window.

"Oh crap," they said in unison.

Outside is an almost inundated trail toward the forest and up the mountain.

Beside the trail is a small store made of nipa roof and flattened bamboo as walls. It has roof extending upfront forming a shed with benches on each side made of bamboo. The store's bamboo foundations were buried deep in the soil filled by boulders for support. Its beams are tied together by lashings made of peeled off bamboo skin. Also securing the joints are bamboo pegs used in the same way as nails.

Seeing that the van will not be able to traverse the narrow trail, the girls decided to get off.

"So, what time will I come back for you tomorrow," asked the driver .

"How about around five in the afternoon," Isabelle said stopping at the open door before running off to the store shed.

"Won't that be too late already," Genny said throwing the question at the running and rain drenched Isabell. Turning to Arianne she added, "Won't it?"

"Don't worry girl, this will be fun," Jasmin added then pushed Genny unto the rain. "Come back any time and any day you want," she said to the driver with a wide grin on her face before running off to the store.

"Manong, just come pick us up at three," Arianne told the driver.

"Hokay, three it is," the driver said with a sigh.

Arianne closed the door and ran off to be with her friends.

As the girls shook off their rain drenched clothes, the rented van started and turned back toward the direction of Iligan City.

"Well, the adventure begins," exclaimed Jasmin.

"I hope they have good drinks there," said Isabelle a little smugly. Turning to the store tender, "You have any drinks with more than 30% alcohol content, manang?"

"Oh, we have some rhum, gin, and tuba," answered the the old lady, somewhat startled by the suddenness of the question.

"Uy, uy, my friends in high school said the tuba here are great," said Arianne jumping and clapping like a little girl.

"Tuba it is," grinned Isabelle. "Isang tuba, manang."

It was already lunch time when the girls reached the falls.

Cottages were erected around the base of the falls by the tourism office of the local government. At the end of the trail from the national road is a cottage that serves as a reception center. The girls entered the cottage and registered their names at the visitor guest book. They chose a cottage by the river near the falls.

"Well, this is a surprise," said Arianne. "I never heard about any tourism development in these parts."

photo from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Cristina_Falls

The scenery took the girls' breaths away. Drenched by both the rain and the shower from the fall, they stared at the falls in awe.

"This is so beautiful," said Arianne. "I lived minutes away from this and I have never imagined it to be this beautiful."

"Sure beats the neon lights of Manila," shared Isabelle.

"This is the life," sighed Jasmin.

"Two big shower stalls," added Genny.

"Except that its pressure can crush you," Isabelle said tapping Genny's shoulder and urging her toward their cottage.

After lunch, the girls had fun bathing near the pond of the falls. By late afternoon, they are exhausted and had retired in their cottage illuminated by three kerosene lamps. They have also lit some anti-mosquito coils to drive away the pesky insects.

"This is the life," Jasmin repeating what she said earlier laying back at the bamboo papag.

"Man, no discos, no boys, no nothing," complained Isabelle slumping on a bamboo chair.

"All you think about is city night life," said Jasmin in response. "Try the great outdoors."

"Well, this suits you mountain girl, but when we get back to the city, I will be out 'til closing time."

"It's drinking time," suddenly interrupted Arianne. "I have so longed to be out, drink and get wild."

"Good for you, Ne," answered Jasmin. "You and Isa can pain the city red tomorrow night."

"Good idea! It will be my last hurrah before I get back to the 'security' of my home."

"Let's party people," shouted Genny in a party dress with flower prints carrying four glasses and a bag of chips.

photo from http://www.pcij.org

The girls where through half of the liter of tuba when they felt the table shake. Realizing what is happening, they jumped and ran outside the cottage.

Frantic screams can be heard from other cottages as people ran out side.

As sudden as the quake began, it stopped.

Everyone can hear a distant rumble like the grumbling of an empty stomach begging for food.

"Oh my god, what is happening," said the worried Arianne clutching Jasmin.

"It's just a quake," Jazz assured her.

"What about the after shock," asked the trembling Gen.

"Like Jazz said, this is the life," said Isa sarcastically.

"Listen," said Jazz.

"What," asked Gen.

"The rumbling noise stopped."

"So," interjected Isa.

"It may mean it's over."

A few minutes later they began walking back to their cottage. Other people in other cottages are doing the same. Some are making calls to their families while a few headed for the reception area to get some news.

"Hey, do you guys smell something," asked Jazz stopping her friends.

"No," answered Arianne.

"Same here," added Gen.

"I smell myself," chided Isa.

"No, it smells like sulfur."

"Like in a laboratory sulfur," asked Arianne beginning to worry again.

"No, like in a volcanic sulfur."

The three girls gasped and together looked toward the river. It appears that Jazz is not the only one who caught the scent. Other people are also gathering near the river. A dog owned by the caretakers is barking at the direction of the falls.

"Oh this is bad," they heard someone say. "I have read that the Lanao Lake where the water is coming from is made from a collapsed volcano."

They heard worried gasps and whispers all around. One group retreated to their cottage making plans to leave that same night. The others began calling the drivers of the vehicles they rented that brought them to the same place where the four girls were dropped off.

"Ah, folks," called the tourism supervisor. "I have just heard from PHIVOLCS that the tremor was detected to have its epicenter near the middle of Lanao Lake and is advising us to vacate the grounds."

He immediately added, " we are not in any immediate danger yet so please gather your things and we will leave together in an orderly fashion within the hour or as soon as everyone is ready."

On their way back to their cottage, Arianne confided with her friends. "You know, I think I did not just hear the rumbling sound. I think I also heard a faint screech or roar."

"I think heard that too," confirmed Gen.

"I think you are imagining things," said Isa.

"Have you heard the story how Lanao Lake was made," asked Arianne. "Our elders and some of our teachers used to tell the story to us. It is like a folklore similar to Bernardo Carpio in Luzon."

"You don't expect me to believe that," said Isa smirking.

"I don't," replied Arianne flatly. "But I think it will be interesting to know what made that screeching or roaring sound."

"Must be some wild animals," said Jazz.

"Or a monster," added Gen excitedly.

Are you guys thinking what I am thinking," slyly asked Jazz.

"Oh no, no, no," cautioned Arianne.

"Oh yes! This may be a monster waking up after thousands of years of sleep."

"You are crazy girl," dismissed Isa. "You have been watching way too many monster movies. How do you suppose it got there?"

"Maybe during the great flood in Noah's time," shrugged Gen.

"Or maybe while the angels moved Mantapoli, an ancient sea monster was drawn into the lake when water filled the hole they left on the ground. It somehow managed to live there for millions of years now."

The girls all stared at her, bewildered at what their friend is saying.

"There is only one way to find out," challenged Jazz.

19. What was once bread is turned to stone

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 12:01:00 +0000

The six o'clock news.

Traffic became heavy on both lanes of EDSA due to a multiple car crash when a trailer truck rammed into several vehicles as it tried to beat the red light along Taft Avenue. Several passengers are wounded and a few are feared dead including the passengers of an FX van and the truck driver and his helper.

After plowing through the three cars along the south bound lane of EDSA, the trailer truck dragged an FX van across the north bound lane crushing it on one of the concrete columns of LRT.

Five more vehicles were smashed on the north bound lane.

Witnesses reported that the trailer truck was moving at top speed even when the traffic light turned yellow.

Members of the MMDA Rescue unit and Makati Resuce are now on the scene to help the victims of this dreadful accident.

Three hours earlier.

Jerome Decena received a message on his mobile inviting him to a dinner in one of the fast food chains in Makati. He asked who the sender was adding that the message might be intended for someone else and was sent to him by mistake since the number did not register any name in his phone book.

Recently, text messages from unknown numbers are received by mobile phone owners. The messages usually contains an endearment and a statement that the texter has something important to say but the message cost the sender his/her last prepaid load. The last part of the message asks the recipient for some prepaid load to the "important" message can be transmitted.

But this is not one of those types of messages,

The sender replied that her name is Asuncion Sarmiento and that it is very important that she meets him.

Interested at hearing her voice to ascertain her beauty, Jerome called her.

"Hello," Jerome heard from the other line.

"Hi," he answered. "How shall I call you?"

"You can call me Siony," she replied.

"Hi Siony," he greeted. "I must say, you have such a lovely voice."

"Why thank you," Siony gaily responded. "But I do not have time to flirt. This is serious. Please promise that you will meet up with me."

"Okay," Jerome said, taken aback. "I'm sorry I acted the way I did."

"Sorry, I know you want to be like your friends," she said feeling really sorry for Jerome. "Being the only one among a group of playboys who has not seduced any women can get you down."

"What," Jerome asked in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"I'll explain to you when we meet," she assured him. "I have to go now. Just promise to be there. It is important."

"Okay, I'll be there. Bye."

"Be careful," he heard her say before he cut off the line.

That's weird, he thought. Jerome just shrugged the conversation off and resumed his work.

Jerome is a lead financial analyst in one of the multinational banking corporations located in Ortigas Center in Pasig City. He joined the company right after graduation. In just five years, Jerome earned a reputation as a meticulous person bordering to being obsessive and compulsive. He always wanted everything done right and perfect. Dot the i's and cross the t's.

Recently, he had been dreaming of a battle in a place darkened by smoke. At first, he thought that it might be a residual imprint from watching the Lord of the Rings Trilogy all in one seating.

But he kept on dreaming about this war months after the marathon viewing.

Always he sees himself standing in the middle of the battlefield not doing anything. He never attacked anyone or came under attack. He was on neither side.

He shook the thought aside and focused on what he was doing.

At five in the afternoon, Jerome punched out of the office and walked to the MRT station along EDSA.

He took the south bound train to Ayala Avenue and walked through SM Makati, Glorietta, and Landmark. He took the elevated walkway to the Burger King outlet along Dela Rosa St. in Legaspi Village.

When he got inside his phone rang.

"Hi Siony!"

"Hi," the woman said on the other line. "I'm seated to your left."

"Gotcha," he answered before he hang up.

"Hi," Jerome greeted, wiping his palms on his pants, feeling shy.

"Hi," said Siony, standing up and extending her hand.

Jerome grasped her hand and shook it lightly.

"So, what is this important message you are about to give me," he asked as they sat down facing each other.

"Don't you want to eat first," she asked in response.

"Sure," he said smiling.

They both stood up and joined the queue of other customers. They each bought a burger and some soda. Jerome offered to pay for their meal and she accepted.

After a few bites, Jerome asked her again what the message is.

"Have you noticed any change in you after you got your tattoo," she again asked in response.

"Nothing really. I think I'm fine."

"No weird things?"

"Nope."

"Feelings or anything?"

"Nothing. Why?"

Siony sighed in relief. "I was just curious," she said with a smile. "I am a reporter and I am doing a write-up about toxic chemicals in tattoo inks."

"Oh really? Then how did you get my name and number," he asked, doubtful about her story.

"I visited the shop where you got your tattoo and asked around," she explained. "I saw your number on the receipt when I asked the tattoo artist for the names of his customers. He was afraid of loosing his business so he obliged when I asked. So I thought maybe I could ask some of you to see if he was not lying."

He was not really sold on the answer but he accepted it. He continued to eat his burger still trying to patch things in his mind.

"I hope I did not offend you," Siony apologized.

"Well, I'm just a little upset," he answered. "I came all the way here when you could've jus asked me on the phone."

"I'm sorry," she pleaded.

"It's okay," he smiled. "At least I got to meet you."

They have both finished up on their meals and got ready to leave.

"Can I keep you number," Jerome asked on the way out.

"Sure."

They walked together to Landmark through Greenbelt. They parted ways near the parking lot in Park Square.

Jerome lined up for a FX ride home pondering what this whole event is all about. He also thought about Siony and planned on meeting her up again. Maybe for a real date this time. Thirty minutes later he got on board and dozed off in the middle of the mid evening EDSA traffic jam.

While dozing Jerome saw himself once more standing in the middle of a battlefield. Swordsmen were skirmishing. Spears and knives and arrows were flying all over. He saw lightning bolts striking on the ground. Fireballs crisscrossed the skies. Men, beasts, and giants fight off one another.

But something bothers him this time. Something has changed.

Explosions and screams and sounds of metal hitting metal and flesh bathe the dark, bloody field.

Suddenly, a warrior bearing tattoos on his arms holding a bloodied katana looked at him. He faced Jerome and slashed his sword, shaking away the blood of another warrior lying dead on the ground.

Jerome froze. He did not know what to do.

The warrior charged at him, both hands gripping the katana.

Jerome stepped back but lost his balance. There is no escape.

The warrior leaped, turn his sword downward wanting to impale the helpless Jerome.

Out of nowhere, a figure jumped over from behind Jerome to meet the descending warrior. Their swords clashed in midair. The momentum of Jerome's defender pushed the warrior back. Both warriors landed on the ground at the same time both assuming a defensive stance.

The two warriors lashed at each other. They swung their swords, blocked and parried attacks. Jerome thought he is watching an old Japanese movie with Samurais battling with sword and hands finding an opening for their katanas to cut the flesh of their opponents.

Alas, Jerome's savior is more skilled and overcame his opponent.

After giving death blow, the warrior walked up to Jerome who is getting up on his feet. As the warrior got close, Jerome discovered that he is not a he but a she. And not just any she, it was Siony.

Siony smiled at Jerome and handed him his attacker's katana.

"But I don't know how to use this," Jerome protested.

"You've watched enough movies to know how to use it," Siony assured him.

Then they heard screams as two warriors began to attack them. As Siony had said, Jerome was able to fight off his attacker a defeated him. He looked for Siony and saw her pulling out her sword from her adversaries dead body. He smiled in relief. She smiled back at him. Side by side, Jerome and Siony charged at their enemies.

He was about to slash his opponent when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

And he was awake.

The FX he was riding on crashed.

All he feel is the pain on his chest. He can hear the panicked shouts of those around him.

His vision is slowly fading.

He can hear his heart beat growing faint. The beat becomes louder but becoming further apart.

Then he all he saw is darkness.

And his heart stopped.

18. The calm before the plunge

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 03:32:00 +0000

The dark figure on top of the hill tensed.

He was more excited that afraid. Eager to see his kinsmen after centuries of waiting.

But his eagerness is not similar to the eagerness felt by a father who is about to meet his son whom he has not seen for years.

No, he is not eager to see them and hear their stories.

He knows war is about to begin and those who are to come are not on his side.

The lightning bolts struck the ground again. This time, closer to where he stands. The strikes crawl toward him from the shores like a hand scouring the island.

And then it struck just to his right, near the edge of the cliff. Rocks and dirt blew out of its point of impact. The the force of the strike was so fierce that it bore a crater on the ground. Its heat was so intense that even the soaked shrubs nearby caught fire.

The hermit of the mountains stood his ground. He merely gazed at the dust that begins to settle.

From the center of the dust and smoke, drenched by typhoon rains, a figure emerges. Much like the hermit his skin is dark. Not burned from the lightning but naturally black. His hair long and wavy. On his back, a cloak of gray. The howling winds blew on the cloak revealing colored marks on his skin.

Dulled by his pitch black color, the man's tattoos are still discernible.

Slowly, he turns, studying the surroundings and calculating any movements the lone resident of this mountain will make.

Three more lightning bolts hit the mountain. All within the same ground where the mountain hermit stands.

The second figure is a burly man. Taller than the fist who arrived but equally muscular. He too bore marks on his body.

The third is a woman. About 5'7" tall and slim in figure but packs a power to match each and everyone present.

The last to arrive is another woman. Shorter than the other but with eyes that glow with ferocity like the rest.

"You are the last of those that we lost," began the big man. "Your peers are with us now. And they have seen the light of our cause."

"Hmph," the hermit exclaimed smugly. Rain trailing down his face as the winds blew at his hooded cloak. "They have either seen the light of your cause on their way to the afterworld," he said regarding each of the four who stood before him.

"You are mistaken, Mukawen," said the taller of the women. "They are with us."

"It seems that you do not know me that well," he said to the woman. "You may know be by name and by reputation. But you do not know what I do."

As he finished his talk, a fierce wind blew. The wind blew on Mukawen's cloak revealing the marks on his torso. It is the shape of two halves, each half connected by lines crisscrossing to the other side.

The new arrivals froze where they stood.

"Pasaylo," exclaimed the man who arrived first. "So, you can travel. Then why remain here?"

"It is serene here. Peaceful," Mukawen explains, looking at the man.

The taller woman took a step toward Mukawen, the strong winds blowing on her cloak revealing her bare buxom. On top of her right breast, amid markings, he recognized a familiar seal. A seal he has not seen for centuries. The seal of his family.

"Then, can we reason with you or do we force you," asked the buxom woman.

Before Mukawen could answer, the rains stopped. The winds calmed and light shone down from the sun.

"You can try."

As Mukawen gave his answer, a bolt of lightning shot past him. In unison, they all drew their sword. All four taking an aggressive stance toward him. Mukawen, his back toward the edge of the overhang, on the defense.

The first to attack is the smaller of the two women. She swung her kampilan then withdrew. Mukawen took a step back. The bigger man came in next, swinging his kampilan to cut off Mukawen's neck. He missed Mukawen by an inch, cutting off a few locks instead.

The other man followed with an upward swing, again, to Mukawen's neck.

Mukawen twisted his body while he was bent forward. The kampilan strike missed his neck. As he twisted light shone on his arms, creeping to his hands. In his dark palms a dagger materialized. He continued his twist still swinging his dagger-bearing right hand. As he regained his balance, he threw the dagger to the burly man.

The dagger flew toward the big guy. He parried it with his kampilan.

But Mukawen was already charging after the dagger, a gulok forming in his hands that once held the dagger that is now twisting in the air falling into the forest below. Mukawen thrust the dagger toward the big man.

The man froze in his place.

The gulok failed to reach its target. It was parried by a kampilan. Mukawen's kampilan was parried by the woman bearing his family seal.

The woman flicked her hand to aim the sharp edge of the kampilan at Mukawen. But before she can swing it, she was hit by a blast of air that threw her ten feet away.

After blasting his relation with a shock wave from his left hand, Mukawen blasted the bigger man with the same from his right hand. The big man was thrown about five feet away.

Mukawen then turned his attention to the two who remain standing.

The remaining male attacker buried his kampilan on the ground, held it with his right hand and raised his left. As he brought his left hand down, light traced the marking in the sides of his torso. When his palm reached the sword's pummel, light blasted from his palms towards the ground through the kampilan. The ground cracked. The crack raced toward Mukawen.

The overhang broke and began to fall. Mukawen's image shimmered and he was gone.

The man who broke the overhang from the cliff quickly tried to pull out his sword to assume a defensive stance. But before the sword even nudged, Mukawen shimmered in front of him, bent, with both arms held together at the heel of the palm in his right.

As quickly as he appeared, Mukawen thrust his hands forward. His palms impacting squarely on the man's solar plexus. The force threw the man away, leaving his kampilan still planted on the ground.

The smaller woman came charging from behind Mukawen. Her kampilan raised, ready to slice him in two.

Mukawen caught the pummel of the sword and thrust his open palm to the attacker's chest.

The woman immediately let go of the sword with her left hand and parried Mukawen's thrust.

A blast of air hit the ground throwing soil, pebbles, and wet leaves on impact.

The attacking woman flicked her arms from the parry and thrust an open palm at Mukawen's abdomen.

This attack threw Mukawen off his feet. He hit the ground flat on his belly.

The woman saw this opening and swung her kampilan on Mukawen while he is on the ground.

Mukawen rolled to his right to avoid the slash. He then brought his hands up and anchored them on either side of his head while he pulled his knees toward his chest. While pushing the ground with his hands to lift himself up, Mukawen extended his knees hitting the woman on the face with his feet throwing her away. The momentum of his kick and the force of his push raised his body up in the air, landing on his feet. His back toward the flailing woman.

Before he could act, four balls of fire from the direction where his attackers landed flew toward him.

He has nowhere to go. He crouched on the ground and tried to cover himself with his cloak. The fire balls collided in a loud explosion, drying up the ground instantaneously. Burning leaves that were once soaked within a meter from its center.

There was no movement at the center of the flame.

One by one the attackers emerged from the shrubs, swords still drawn except for the man who left his planted on the soil.

The flame was disturbed when something moved it its midst. All four reacted by blasting bolts of lightning on the moving object.

It exploded blasting away burning soil and debris.

Before the four assailants can ascertain the damage, the winds began to pick-up and rains begin to fall.

They started to walk toward the burning crated they created when a lightning struck. The big man disappeared.

"No," shouted the other man as bolt after bolt struck his companions then him. His voice trailed as the gale force habagat blew on the entire place.

The winds started to howl again. Tree that were damaged by the amihan were uprooted. Downtown, roofs were peeled from the rafters, billboards tore, and television antennas bent.

The strong winds put the flame out and blew away debris, clearing the crater. The the charred leaves cleared, what remained is a blacked ornament that once held Mukawen's cloak.

17. Stormy nights

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:49:00 +0000

It was dark and windy.

The storm clouds are covering the full moon.

Torrential rains pour on the streets. Gale force winds howling, threatening to topple decades old trees that dug its roots deep in the hills over the years.

This place remains untouched by human industrial ventures. Its streams and rivers abundant of fish and other upland life rumbles with the weight of water poured down from the heavens.

A transistorized radio can be heard from a distance amid the whistling wind. It announces that storm signal number tree is raised in the immediate area and all residents are advised to stay in their homes.

In the middle of the thick foliage is a small hut. It was built low and rugged with thick bamboo posts, flattened bamboo walls reinforced with anahaw leaves, heavy grass roofing over nipa tied to bamboo slats protect it from the elements.

The foundations of the ground level hut is buried deep in the soil reinforced by thick trunks as anchors.

Inside, the house is sparse of furniture except for the essentials.

A table made of bamboo. Tree stumps for seats. A woven mat over bamboo-slat bed and a pillow filled with cotton from a nearby tree. A small kerosene lamp sits on top of the table. The transistor radio placed on a large diameter tree stump near the bed.

The radio anchor announced that it is only 10:00 in the evening and that the Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration or more commonly known as PAG-ASA, reports that the eye of the storm will definitely pass through the region. The place itself within the path of the typhoon's eye.

This report gave the lonely resident of this isolated hut a start.

He listened more intently to the radio. Waiting for something. Some word or description.

And then he heard it.

Several lightning strikes caused by the heavy clouds formed by the super typhoon had struck different areas in its path.

They're back, he thought. It has begun.

The figure walks to the opening of the shack. No door was put in place. He did not need one. He has been alone for the time he was in this place.

All those years he watched changes come to the nearby seaside town visible to him from a protrusion in the cliff nearby.

He had been witness to the life and struggle of the people of this place. Electricity only came to this island less than five years ago when they were reached by underwater power cables. The town grew brighter. The old huts were replaced by cement built homes.

The sheds used as classrooms were torn down and new buildings were built. The walls bore the names of sponsoring non-profit organizations and the occasional politician who aims to capture their votes.

He never vote for all the times he spent in this pristine place.

At times he went down for supplies. Some food and tools he needed.

He traded with towns folks. He traded fruits, vegetables, meat of wild animals he hunted, and some jewelry made from special stones that abound the mountain sides.

There was a flash of light. The lights flickered all over town. And then it died.

The island is back to darkness as it was when he first arrived.

He was among the first of the inhabitants of this island. It was more than a millennium ago when he was washed ashore along with some of his people. There were five of them. Two were women.

Their skins were dark as night. Even their palms were black. It is the sign that they hold no life that decays.

For centuries they have tilled the lands of this island to produce crops and hunted its wild.

Two of the men united with the women and bore offspring. He was not among those who became one with the women. Soon, children of the couples united and produced more offspring. And their number grew.

But the children were not like them. They had light colored palms and soles. Their hairs were short and curly. And they aged.

As they grew older their bodies failed and they passed on never to return.

Soon the first five were forgotten. Each of them separated from the other and went off to other islands. Their offspring soon followed. The one who remained alone move uphill. Wanting to be forgotten.

More than a century ago, new people came. Less dark in color. Almost white. They wore colored clothing and arrived in large vessels with outriggers.

At first they mingled with the descendants of those who came first. And slowly displaced them uphill.

Most of the descendants sailed to other parts. Some stayed. Many have now passed on. A few still remained and roamed the town. Some as beggars. The others as laborers.

A bolt of lightning brought the man back to the present. It hit the shores..

Then another one came, hitting inland.

A third struck in the middle of the town with a fourth hitting near the eastern end.

The man did not flinch. He was waiting for something else.

Defying the common knowledge that lightning does not hit the same place twice, a fifth bolt hit the same spot along the shoreline. Most people did not notice it, but the bolt did not strike downward. It shot upward back to the clouds.

They have arrived.

16. Place to re-create

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 15:16:00 +0000

Remedios circle. Located at the intersection of Remedios, Bocobo and Nakpil in Malate, Manila.

This place is a recreation area constructed to provide the residents of Manila a place to relax.

This is during the day. At night, the place is a venue for late night pick-ups. A market for the flesh.

Even late in the evening and after a light drizzle, the plaza is still clattered with people. There are couples who go out for a nice evening walk. Some street children are also out to play. There are pimps, prostitutes and their patrons, vendors, and clients of restaurants and cafes surrounding the place.

The crowd is about to get bigger.

Bigger by four more individuals. But this group is not here to relax or trade or have some sip of coffee. They are here to battle.

RD ran straight toward the center of the plaza. Behind him, is the cloaked warrior whose blue wave-like fire ball gave them space and time to escape from two other similarly clad warriors.

RD is not sure if this new guy is here to save him. This person may be here as part of a "play" to lure him somewhere else. But he put those thoughts aside for now. Right now, he needs to get away.

One of the attackers, a female, was able to get on top of one of the buildings straddling Bocobo street. She held her hands together. Light tracing the markings on her arms illuminated from under her cloak. At it reached her hands, a series of fireballs shot toward RD. First one, then another, then another.

People began to scream. They started running away from the scene. Some on lookers started coming out of the restaurants or began peeking through the windows.

As the first fireball is about to reach RD, another fireball intercepted it. It blew up in mid air. But two more are coming. The place is now in chaos.

RD's new "ally" was throwing one fireball after another at the on coming shots from the female attacker. He intercepted all three. But he was not paying attention to the male attacker.

The male attacker is running on top the buildings that sit between Remedios and Bocobo opposite the one where the female attacker is perched. He is trying to outflank them. A bow and arrow in his hands.

He stops, pulls the string tight, aims the arrow at RD and shoots.

The newcomer did not notice him, but RD did. He already picked up a bag that somebody has dropped and was swinging it toward the archer in the same moment the arrow was released.

The arrow penetrated the bag. The force pushed the bag back. But another arrow is on the way. And there is no other bag around.

RD side-stepped toward a garbage collection barrel to his right, pushed himself off the ground with his left leg and stepped on the barrel rim with his right. He then bent his knee and pushed off the barrel to again change his direction toward the left. As he did this, he twisted his body clockwise and placed his right hand near his face. As he turned, he saw the arrow. He adjusted his hand and parried the deadly projectile away from his body. His body continued in its motion to complete a diagonal somersault.

Another arrow is on its way.

RD landed kneeling on one knee facing the archer. He saw the glint of the third arrow. He shifted his weight to his left and caught the arrow with his left hand. Then he swung his right hand and released a projectile shaped like a six-pointed star and three feet in diameter toward the archer. The archer was busy shooting down RD that he did not notice the weapon form as RD was completing his aerial roll.

The star split into two three-pointed stars. Each star swung in an arc, one to the left and the other to the right. Then they changed directions to converge at the point where the archer, ready to release his fourth arrow, is standing.

By that time, the female attacker has now repositioned herself toward the building corner near Adriatico. She jumped off to the ground.

Using the glare from the restaurant windows as a distraction, she ran back toward the direction of Bocobo. As she ran, she threw several bolts of electricity that jumped from one puddle to the other, racing toward the new warrior and RD. There are ten bolts in all crisscrossing the wet cobblestones.

On the other side of the circle, the two star-shaped projectiles caught the attention of the archer.

He jumped backward and adjusted his aim.

He released.

The two spinning projectiles met at the point where the archer was used to be. They did not collide. They spun through and continued on a figure eight direction to once again meet where the archer is supposed to be landing.

RD jumped away from where he knelt. His direction will put him in a puddle. And a puddle is a dangerous place when electricity is concerned.

The blue-flame-powered warrior leaped and caught RD as he is about to land on the puddle. This meant the RD is not going to be electrocuted. Not yet.

As they rolled, the warrior made a shield materialized just in time for the electric bolts to converge on them. The impact of the bolts on the shield shattered them. But they did not dissipate. Instead they blew up creating tens of bolts that burned anything it got into contact with.

The ground is wet. RD is wet. And he is lying on the ground. As residual bolts hit the ground. RD felt some shock.

He trembled. His joints began to hurt. And he curled from the pain.

The warrior heard RD whimper. He has to make a decision. He cannot see the archer now. He may have been hit by RDs projectiles but we was not sure. He looked for the female assailant. He cannot find her. People have started coming out of the restaurants.

They must get away.

15. Reunited

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 14:33:00 +0000

The dragon shrieked then shot green flame toward the ground, burning the vehicles on the streets as it traced a flaming line toward JJ.

JJ ran as fast has he could. The flame and the dragon right behind him. He has got to reach the corner several meters away and try to duck somewhere. He hoped. He tried. He can save himself from the flame. At the dragon's speed, it and the flame will overshoot JJ once he makes a quick right.

And it did when JJ made a quick right, the heat searing through his clothes while the flame barely grazing him. He saw a door. He turned the knob. It's locked. Horror gripping him, JJ turned to look for another way in only to find out that one of his assumptions was wrong. The dragon was able to make a sudden stop. It is now hovering in front of him, large wings flapping.

The dragon with its long neck, moved its head near JJ and shrieked. At first, JJ smelled the foul odor of sulfur from the dragon's breath blow at him. Then everything grew bright green as a blast of flame engulfed him.

JJ screamed. But he does not feel any heat. He opens his eyes and looks around.

He was feeling disoriented. He tried to make sense of where he was. The last thing he remembers is seeing a bright light at the end of the dark basement of JFK International Airport.

He looked up the ceiling. It looks old. The wooden materials is stained. He can hear the sound of busy streets outside.

Where could he be, he asks himself. His bed is comfortable enough though he can feel the springs push on to his back.

Then he remembered the dragon.

Quickly looked at his arms. No burn marks.

He touched his face. No burn marks there either.

Then he remembered about the joke they used to talk about in high school. It is about a cream locally called "sebo de macho."

Maybe they have a very effective one here, he thought. And asked himself, where is here?

Then the door knob clicks. He sat up, anticipating what will come through the old delapidated door.

What came in made him smile. It's his son, Albert, and wife Katrina.

Albert ran up to his father and jumped on his bed. He was so excited to see his father.

Katrina was less excited even with the smile on her face. JJ quickly saw the reason why. Behind Katrina is the Chinese who saved him back at the airport.

"Good to know you are well now," said Quan Tie now wearing white Chinese clothes. "I was worried when you collapsed on our way out."

JJ sighed. "Well, should I thank you," JJ asked. Katrina just standing there, seeming nervous but still smiling.

"All will be explained," assured Quan. "Right now, I leave you with your family."

With that, Quan stepped away and closed the door. JJ heard the lock click. They are locked in from outside.

As soon as the lock was in place, Katrina slackened and ran to her husband.

"Oh my God," she whispered, tears running down her face. She was shaking. "Who are these people? Why do they know us by name? Why did they bring us here?"

Albert, oblivious to what is happening, just stared at his parents.

"I don't know," answered JJ wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I don't know baby. We will find out soon."

Katrina sat up. "They said they are keeping us here. To be safe. But safe from who?"

"I am not sure," said JJ still cuddling Albert. "I am confused. Are you guys alright?"

"They gave me McDonald's," Albert said gayly. Of the three of them, he is the only one who does not seem to mind what is happening.

"It also came with an action figure," he said fishing out a small Doc Ock toy.

"Where are we," JJ asked his wife. "Do you know where we are?"

"We are somewhere in downtown Manhattan," she answered. "The van that took us here was heavily tinted. I was only able to take a peek through the windshield. I think it's Manhattan. I recognized the bridge."

"How long was I out?"

"Not long. We missed our flight. They will be waiting for us in Manila."

"Did you see any phones around here?"

"Just the one at the lobby."

"Is this some kind of a hotel?"

"I think so, but it looks deserted and old," said Katrina scanning the room.

"I just had the wildest dream," said JJ holding his head. Albert now sat on the chair near the bedside table playing with his toy.

"It's the same dream," JJ said. "I have been having this dream for days now."

"What dream," asked Katrina.

JJ narrated his dream while Katrina listened.

"I remember you waking up at night screaming and sweating," Katrina said. "Why are you having this dream? Have you consulted anyone?"

"No. I was going to ask an albularyo when we got to Tarlac but now we're seem to be stuck here."

Katrina moved closer and hugged her husband.

There was a knock on the door and the locked clicked again. Both waited for the door to open not knowing who may come in.

Quan opened the door. His face still without expression.

"Time to go. It is time you know who you are, why you are here, and what is your destiny."

14. Blue light

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:35:00 +0000

The drizzle seems to grow heavy, turning into a full pledged rain, light but none the less, rain.

RD is nearly exhausted. He has been running away for his pursuers for almost an hour now. With several near misses, he is thankful he is still alive.

He heard a sword slash through the air. It is coming from the cloaked man in front of him. He blocked the strike, parried the sword away and turned his head to get a glimpse of another cloaked person, a woman. She is completing her turn and ready to jab her spear at his mid section.

RD stepped back, turned toward the katana weilding attacker, lunged with a downward semi-circle slash, pulled back and parried the spear.

The rain is getting heavy now. RD is getting wet. He is feeling cold.

The male attacker is thinking of the very same thing. Except for him and his companion, their cloaks are being soaked. A little while longer and they will become both a hindrance and an advantage. Sprinkles of water from the cloak will distract their prey, but they will be meeting that same effect.

It must end now, thought the female attacker. She too realizes the problems their wet cloaks will pose. Killing their target is going to be very easy. Except that they are not there to kill him but instead to capture him. They need some information from him. Something that they must have to ensure the success of their mission and their cause. And they must not fail.

Both cloaked assailants are now walking around RD, looking for an opening. Their weapons menacingly pointed at his direction.

Standing at the center of the circle, RD extends both swords in his hands. Each kampilan pointed at its intended target. Whether to defend from an attack or strike a lethal blow, both swords moving with the targets as if sensing their presence and tracking them, keeping them at the end of its deadly two prong-shaped points.

Rain starts to fall in heavier.

Suddenly, the menacing dance stops.

With all their strenght both attackers pounced at their prey. The spear bearer thursting the ge while spinning the staff to flailed the lion hair decoration of her weapon sputtering water at her intended victim.

On the other side of the circle, the swordsman swings his katana for an upward slash. His intention, to cut off RDs hands and relieve him of one of his swords. He may die of sever bleeding from this cut but they may be able to pull out the information they need before it happens.

Thanks to years of practice in college, RD was able to think of a move to avoid the cuts about to be inflicted on him. RD makes a half counter-clockwise, lifting the sword to his left while dropping his right, twisting his wrist as he goes. This brought the attacker from his right to his left side and the one from his left to his right side. When he finished his turn, he began to drop his left arm to katana that is swing upward. His twisting right-hand sword succeeded in parrying the spear. He was no longer in the line of attack of both assasins but his position now puts both weapons inches from him. Their movements are once again locked.

RD need to do something or he will loose time to react to any movements the assailants might make.

At first, he did not notice it but the rain seemed to have stopped. RD's first thought is that it did stop. But he noticed that his hands and kampilans are still getting wet. Then he caught a glimpse of his attackers beginning to gaze upwards. He wanted to look but it may give them an opening. He must get away from this position. He must muster enough strength to push them back. Slowly he pulled in his kampilans to prepare for the push.

As he did, the push from both enemy weapons suddenly slackened.

This allowed him to look up to see something dropping along with rainwater. It began to glow. It has a blue glow. And it's headed toward him.

Too late, he thought. This is the end.

The ground suddenly shook from the impact of the blue light. It did not hit RD but it landed directly in front of him. The blue light is not some sort of a fireball as it blew off from the hand of another cloaked person.

As fast as the sound of the impact vibrated through the rainy street, a concentric ring of blue fire rippled off from the point of impact causing the two attackers to jump back.

Two against one is hard enough, now a third one came, RD's mind is racing. He now truly believes that this is his end.

13. Crowded streets

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 14:07:00 +0000

The ge is an ancient Chinese weapon. Ge means "fighting" in Chinese. To the simple observer, it can be described as a spear. But the ge uses a bronze blade tied to the end of a long staff. The blade is almost as long as a one-handed sword.

RD had survived the explosion caused by two converging fireballs shot at him by his attackers. He was able to run away hoping to loose them in this rainy night. Again, he is caught between the two, in a crowded city street full of young professionals partying in the rain. One of his adversaries is in the air, dropping down on him with a dagger in hand. The other, on the ground, a ge in hand, about to strike him. He needs to act fast to survive this. He needs to make his move at just the right moment.

The spear thrust is coming in first, he lifted his body up with his two hands, both toes pushed down on the streat. He then used his right hand to push himself further up while keeping his right hand planted on the ground for support and balance. He twisted his body rightward avoiding the ge from slicing him from the right neck down to his heart, slicing droplets instead from the sky.

As he cleared the spear, RD bent his left arm using his elbow now for support. He laid on the street as the dagger wielding attacker is within a few feet from him. He then pulled his knees toward his chest, placed his two hands on the ground beside his head and kicked off upward as the dagger strike missed his legs by inches.

RD used the strength of his arms to push his body upward, lifting himself feet first off the ground. As he pushed up, he pulled swung his feet forward making a reverse tumble landing on the concrete pavement facing the two attackers.

By now, the crowd had recovered from the initial shock of seeing three people jump down a five story building making perfect landings that only movie stunt men and some post production editing can do. Some pulled out their camera phones to try and take a picture of the scene.

One of the attackers noticed the photo taking and clapped his hands together, the dagger no longer in his hands.

"Magneto!" chanted the clapper.

Mobile phones and some exterior lights burst starting near where the three fighters stood moving outward as if an invisible concentric wave washed over them.

Recognizing the opportunity, RD crossed his arms in front of him, the middle of the 'X' right in front of his face, and pulled them diagonally downward.

"Dos Kampilan!" he chanted.

A stream of light crawling through his forearm revealed hidden symbols flashing out of his almost fair complexion that he got for staying indoors in an air-conditioned office most of the day. As the light continues its travel, now in RDs elbows, a rod of straight light emanated from RDs hands. When his hands reached his side, the lights have now vanished and in each hand, a broad sword typical of those used by early Filipinos.

"Now, we can have a real fight," said the ge wielding attacker.

He is a she, thought RD when he heard the voice. "What is it that you want with me," asked RD the strain of the chase and the fighting now evident in his breathing.

"We only want the information that you have," answered the dagger striking attacker now holding a katana.

"What information," RD asked, puzzled what is happening. He was supposed to go home after buying some tikoy in Binondo. Now the tikoy is left drenched in the street near Quezon Bridge. He dropped it when he was attacked.

"You may not remember it," said the katana wielding assailant, "but you have it. You hid it from everyone even from yourself. That old man you talked to knew about you possessing it but he does not know what it is."

"We share the same powers," said the woman stepping sidewards to RDs right. "That is a good enough clue for you."

"And this information must not come out," the man said as he took his position to RDs left.

"How can it come out if I can't even remember it," protested RD keeping watch on the movements of the two attackers, readying himself.

"Even if you can't remember it," explained the man, "someone can make you."

"And we don't want that," finished the woman lunging forward, the long ge pointed at RDs neck.

RD bent his body to the left to avoid the strike. He then twisted his right wrist to hit the staff with his sword. At the same time, the man on his left took a step forward made a horizontal slash toward his midsection. RD blocked this with the sword on his left.

"This is insane," grunted RD as he parried the sword slash and made a slash to the man's neck slicing the cloak.

The woman pulled at the spear and pushed it toward RDs chest. RD blocked it with his sword, turned counterclockwise swinging his sword to the woman's head. The woman kept the spear in place, bent her neck putting it in between her arms avoiding RDs strike, twisted the spear so that the sharpened edge faced RD, pulled it back while swinging it toward his back.

RD completed his turn brought the swing of the heavy sword, lifted his left arm to avoid the spear slash, and pushed forward the sword on his right to push off the spear. At the same time, he placed his right hand behind his head, the sword diagonally protecting his back from sword slash from behind.

Having blocked the spear slash and the sword strike, RD quickly twisted the sword in his right keeping in contact with the spear staff to point it downward while he twisted his sword behind him to point it toward his left securing the katana.

In a swift movement, he pushed the katana sidewards away from his back as he guided the spear over his head to his right, rain water splashing from the lion's beard decoration of the spear. This is a form of distraction that did not bother RD. He continued the pushing motion of both arms, his left hand changing it to a swing, again, toward the woman's head. His right arm also changed from pushing the staff to swinging, this one toward the man's neck.

Both attackers jumped back to avoid the slash and give some distance between themselves and RD.

RD now assumed an attack-defend position, his body in a 45 degree angle with the straight line represented by the two attackers on both sides. His kampilan on both hands ready to strike or to block.

12. Street Fight

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 14:23:00 +0000

While the party lovers wet themselves in the streets of Nakpil, one of the favorite gimmick places in Malate, Manila, a loud explosion was heard over the loud music. As if it was rehearsed, the people stopped dancing and talking at the same time. Their heads turned to where the direction seemed to have come from. As a fireball rose from the distance, whispered questions came out from those present. Questions like what was that, where did it come from, is this another coup d'etat, or are being attacked by terrorists came out. Some started looking for their friends to see where they are. Some began opening their phones bunched under available cover from the rain and call up their parents, friends, or anyone they think might be glued on the television to know what is happening.

As the smoke rises and debris fell from the damaged roof of the apartment, its residents began stirring from inside. Footsteps and clamoring can be heard from outside. Activities also began from nearby buildings and houses. Some are trying to call on house-mates, children, parents, and house helps. A baby can be heard crying because its sleep was disturbed. Several upper floor windows, ground floor doors and street gates began opening and people began looking for the cause of the loud sound and vibrations that woke them from their peaceful cold rainy night sleep. Flashlight beams scanned the streets, most converged either on the singed roof or the sparking transformer. Those who knew what to do began dialing the police, the fire department and the power company while others shouted instructions to their house helps to make similar calls.

Almost invisible from the crowd are two cloaked figures. One standing on the large branch of an acacia tree inside the walls of the building opposite the damaged apartment and the other, on top of a concrete post of the neighboring house.

Rain continued to fall preventing those without umbrella from wandering outside.

The two cloaked figures continued to wait and see what happens to their quarry. Did he escape or is he dead. They looked at each other and around them. People are still near or on the streets while the others poked their heads through the now open windows and stayed there. Two or three people from different buildings lighted cigarettes. Even with the surgeon general's warning that smoking kills, these people don't care at all.

A police car began to turn from Taft Avenue toward the scene of the incident. Other sirens can be heard be it from the police or from the fire trucks. Another vehicle with flashing lights came from Roxas Boulevard. It seemed unusual for them to be responding this fast. The city's mayor, after all, is a former police officer and wants their law enforcers and providers of basic to be able to respond to incidents immediately.

Time is running out for the two mystery men. They need to confirm their kill fast. And one of them was able to think fast.

The man perched on the concrete post bent down on his knees and placed his hand near the wire suspended a few inches from the top of the post. Seeing this, the man on the tree prepared himself for the long jump.

Just as the police car was nearing the post with the crackling transformer and people's heads turned to that direction, an electric bolt was released by the post-perched assailant. Quickly, current flowed to on the wires and run through both directions. One to the house that draws power from it and the other to the transformer where it is connected.

Lights went on inside the house but because of the voltage of the burst of electricity some burst and popped creating a commotion inside. The same thing happened to the transformer. This second burst completely messed up its interior and blew up. The force of the explosion dislodged the braces that attached it to the post. The transformer went down, along with it the wires still attached to its contacts. The barrel shaped electrical component crashed on the concrete street prompting the police man driving the patrol car to swerve to avoid being tangled in the wires.

Both cloaked men used this distraction to leap toward the apartment opposite them. Since he is already crouched, the post-perched man jump across first followed by his companion from the tree.

To their surprise, their target is not where he is supposed to be. One of them looked over the roof to the garden below. He saw nothing. Then his comrade quickly started running. When he turned, he saw that his accomplice is running after their mark who had survived the explosion and is now running away from them toward what seemed to be a crowded street. The lights are still on on that side. They must have a separate transformer, he thought. He went after his associate.

Roberto Damasco thought he just got lucky. He is still puzzled how he was located. Only a handful of people knew where he is. And one of them is Mang Poldo. Mang Poldo is a trusted friend of his father. He had seen Mang Poldo visit their house in the province when he was a child.

But how can Mang Poldo do this to me? RD asked himself as he prepared to jump down the crowded street when he reaches the end of the five floor building he is running on top of. Did he have bad blood with my father?

Then, as he is about to jump, a ball of fire passed by him, missing him and blowing up the edge of the roof throwing debris onto the partying yuppies below. They have caught up with me, he thought and primed himself take a leap.

As RD propelled himself from the roof's edge, turned while throwing one dagger after another at the two figures he can barely discern in the dark. His throws were not really intended to hit his targets but merely to distract them, put them off balance. RD completed his 360 degree turn in time to prepare for his landing through the cleared patch amid the street dancers and on the pavement. The explosion caused many to step aside. Some started to leave the area while the rest continued looking up the smoking portion of the building.

All eyes are glued on RD as landed and rolled on the ground to break his fall. Now, down on one knee, he began to look around for a way out. The crowd is so thick all he can do now is dash toward the direction he is now facing.

He pushed himself off the ground and started running. As he neared the wall of people who had stepped back when he landed, one of the cloaks landed in front of him, his back on RD.

Instead of rolling to break his fall, this cloak used both feet and both knees to act as shock absorbers. His hands are spread for balance, the cloak sprang back up and backward toward RD, twisting counter clockwise in mid air, his right leg bent for a kick.

RD stopped on his tracks pulled his body back avoiding the kick.

The cloak continued his turn, both feet now on the ground as his pivot, his left arm bent for a palm edge strike on RD's neck, his back again toward him. RD blocked the strike with both arms, the force pushing him a bit to side. This made the attacker reverse his turn, step forward away from RD, right arm swinging for another attack. This time, his right hand is holding a dagger bearing markings from the blade to the hilt. The dagger nicked RD in his right ear and cheek.

While he staggered backward he turned away to escape, the other cloak landed in front of him in the same manner as the other one but facing RD. Instead of the jumping twisting turn and kick, this one jumped up, somersaulted on the air and kicked RD with both feet. The assailant's feet caught RD on the chin. The force of the kick lifted him up while his own momentum caused him to tumble in the air. RD landed flat on his chest.

RD recovered, pushed himself off the ground. He can see the somersaulting attacker in front of him, that fixed his location. He now turned his head to locate the first attacker. He is not there. RD looked up. The attacker is now dropping from a leap, right arm pulled back for a knife strike. RD looked at the second attacker who has landed and is now starting toward him with a marked 'ge.' Once again, he is cornered.

11. City Run

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 17:49:00 +0000

Julio Nakpil is a revolutionary leader during the Filipino-Spanish war. He has been recognized more as a musician, an artist, than as a commander of guerrilla forces who fought against Spanish rule under Andres Bonifacio. He once composed a national anthem for the Philippines in 1896 bearing the title "Marangal na Dalit ng Katagalugan." He is recognized for his works that a street in one of the party places of Manila was named after him.

Every night from 10:00pm to the wee hours of the morning, Manila's youth party along J. Nakpil Street bordering Ermita and Malate on the City of Manila. [map]

This night is different from the other nights. This night, yuppies and party goers are in the night of their lives.

It was raining that night. Scattered rain showers were brought in by Typhoon Mina (local designation) bathed the patrons of many bars and restaurants lining up the street. But the rains or the typhoon did not scare away the eager customers. The in fact reveled at the chance of cooling off in the streets.

Music were fed out of Nakpil establishments to provide appropriate dance rhythms to the young party-goers. They were from different genres spanning from the 80s, 90s, to the new millennium.

Away from all the noise and lights and drinks, rapid steps splash on puddles and bodies break through falling rain, cloaks drenched and heavy.

The man running from two others is Roberto Damasco. Running along the apex of a roof, he looked back at the two chasing him. On of them, a few meters behind and the other closely following to his left.

Roberto, or RD to his friends, works as an information technology specialist of Hewlett Packard in Makati. RD is about to reach to end of the roof.

I need to get away, he thought. I need to loose them. How did they find out where I will be tonight? That old man. I knew I could not trust him.

He primed himself to lead to the next one. A flat roof deck of a 2 story apartment building. He increases speed, times his step for the lunge.

As he is about to take the last three steps, he noticed a light flash from his left. The second pursuer stopped atop an elevated water tank and fired a fire ball at him. He lost footing and fell to his side, hitting the ridge of the rooftop with his side, almost cracking a rib. The fireball passed overhead, missing him by a few inches yet he felt the heat radiated from it as rain was immediately transformed to steam upon contact.

RD is just 24 years old and lives with his wife and one year old son in Guagua, Pampanga. He turned on his stomach and tried to grab the ridge but he was to late. He struggled to stop himself slipping toward the edge an onto the concrete pavement below the three-story building. He continued to slip. The rain waters lubricating his progress.

The pursuer behind him is now running along the length of the roofs ridge. He raised his hand and a marked spear formed from thin air and threw it at RD.

RD rolled to his left as he continued to slip, the spear boring on the galvanized iron sheet roof. As he rolled, he swung his right hand at the spear-wielding assailant, releasing three daggers in his three rolls. His aim was good but so was the attacker who was able to avoid the sharp edges of the spinning dagger bearing ancient markings.

This time, the spear-wielder stepped on the GI sheet roof, running diagonally toward RD using his momentum and the downward slope of the roof to get to RD fast. He produced a bolo. His intent: to kill.

RD was able to push himself up and used the same technique running toward the edge of the roof to the gutter and away from the boloman. He jumped, caught a suspended electrical cable and used it to swing in a 360 degree somersault across the street to another cable. He swung again, releasing his grip from the wire just before a ball of electricity reached it. RD landed on the sill of the apartment next to the aerial wires, holding the window's caulk for support.

With rain waters drenching the cables acting as conductor adding to the conductive properties of the wire, the electric charge from the ball run through the powerline on both directions, some charge transferring to the other wires through the rain droplet. A transformer at the electrical post on one end blew up due to the overloading causing a blackout.

Turning around, RD saw the boloman swing his hand. A shuriken four times larger the normal spin towards him. To his right, the other pursuer who fired the electric ball produced a spear and threw it at RD.

RD swung his left arm horizontally in front of him, releasing a similar shuriken aimed at the attacker on his right. This was followed by his right arm that released another shuriken spinning toward the attacker on his left. Leaning forward, he bent his knees, swing his arms back and propelled himself forward while making a quarter left turn. He lifted he left leg just above the spinning shuriken from his attacker on the left. The shuriken missed his leg but shredded his cloak.

His right hand caught the runner of the roof just below the gutter, this time turning the opposite direction. RD gripped the runner with his right hand and swung his legs forward, missing the spear by centimeters.

As the shuriken shattered the window while embedding itself on the wall, the spear bore a hole on the outer wall of the house.

RD used the momentum of his body to swing his legs further up, keeping a tight grip on the runner. His years of doing crunches and sit-ups helped him curl his body as his feet neared 270 degrees in its swing. His fingers are in pain, but he could not let go. He pulled himself up as he continued to swing. In the last moment, he let go, landing on his belly at the inclined GI roof. This time, the impact of his body on the roof dented it preventing him from sliding down head first to the spiked walls of the apartment compound.

He pushed himself up and searched for his attackers only to find two balls of fire coming toward him. He is in a very awkward position and had trouble getting up.

Is this the end, he asked himself.

The two fireballs converged. One from across a tree where the target of his first shuriken jumped to to avoid being cut in two and the other one from the concrete post where the other attacker perched who avoided the first shuriken by somersaulting.

A loud explosion was heard by the people partying two blocks away.

10. Rain of Fire

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 14:44:00 +0000

Kamay-Kainan is a restaurant located along the southbound lane of the Epifanio delos Santos Avenue or EDSA in Metro Manila. It boasts of buffets with Filipino, Japanese, and Western dishes. They offer eat-all-you-can buffet discounts to their customers.

It was a bright sunny day in the Philippines and JJ and his family are having a mixed meal of Asian and Western cuisines.

"So," JJ asked his six-year old son Albert, "did you have a nice chat with lola today?"

"Yeah dad," Albert replied before taking a bite at the tempura he got from the Japanese foods area of the restaurant with his mother, Katrina. "She told me about you joining the ROTC and was worried so much because you were as thin as a stick."

"Well, he was brave enough to put himself to such punishment, he thought he can get through my father's barrier when he courted me," added Katrina.

JJ smiled and helped himself to his bowl of dinuguan when an explosion suddenly rocked the building.

People stopped what their doing and looked at each other. Some asking what was happening or where the explosion occurred. While most began to check on their belongings and their companions, a few stood up to look at the window facing the wide street. One of them is JJ. A shadow that appears to be caused by smoke blocking the summer sun began to descend upon the street blown northward from where the explosion seem to have come from.

"What is that hon," inquired Katrina clutching Albert.

"Wait here," answered JJ asking his wife to sit tight as he began to walk toward the large window walls along with several others. People can be seen running from the direction of the flyovers less than a kilometer southward from the restaurant. They are running for Cubao, away from something that terrifies them. Cars, jeepneys, and buses have stopped, occupants and passengers getting out running northward. Some tried to turn back but could not move out of the deadlock.

JJ was about to walk through the glass doors to take a look at what is happening when a burning car, a Toyota VIOS, suddenly dropped in the middle of the four lane southbound side of EDSA. The car crashed on a Honda CRV rolling off to settle on top of a taxi. Two more cars, a bus and a truck, all burning, dropped down on the stopped vehicles and running men as if . Some of the people died instantly from the impact while others ran around, their clothes burning from the fuel coming out of the vehicles and die from heat, shock, and suffocation.

Several explosions followed from vehicles the burning ones fell or had rolled on shattering the window walls and the glass door. A shard of glass nicked JJ on his cheeks and arms. The rest flying toward the ducking patrons of this popular restaurant. Then they heard a roar.

JJ stepped out of building just to run back to the safety of its canopy when a military helicopter, a UH-1H Huey being used by the Philippine army, its crew dying from sever burns, cooking off ammunition, and suffocation.

JJ looked inside the restaurant looking for his family. He found them near the back wall, Katrina holding Albert against her.

When JJ stepped out again, he looked for the source of the explosion. He saw smoke rising from buildings half way to Shaw Boulevard. The building of the Philippine Overseas Employment Administration is burning. So is Robinson's Galleria in front of it, the Lourdes school behind the mall, several building behind POEA as well as one of the branches of the local mall chain, SM. His gaze was suddenly turned towards the UnionBank Plaza tower that appears to be the target of several OV-10 Broncos and three Huey helicopters. He strained to see their target. Suddenly his vision focused on what appears to be a lone figure near the top of the building. It seems that his eyes have zoomed in on the figure, a circular area around where his gaze focused blurred as if looking though a spy glass. Then what he saw horrified him.

The figure JJ saw was not standing on top of the building but was floating in front of it near the top. He can see tracer bullets ricochet around the person who seems to be covered by an invisible shield. The man is half naked wearing only a pair of dark blue cargo pants and black rubber shoes. His body is covered with tattoos up to his head. Only the area around his eyes, his cheeks, and his chin are without tattoo. His eyes are fiery red.

JJ tried to zoom in some more and saw that there appears to be markings around the pupils of the man.

Then JJ saw the red eyes lock on his. Taken a back, his vision zoomed out a little. Now the floating man seems to be looking at him. The man moved his right arm forward. His fingers closed except for the index finger as his arms raised. And it stopped. The man was pointing at JJ. Then he said something JJ could not understand.

A load roar made JJ close his eyes. Then he heard wings flapping. When he looked at the direction of the man again, jets of green flame came from either side of the building. Alternating as it moved up. The flames engulfed the slower Hueys and missing the much faster Broncos. The helos spun and fell. Soldiers on board surely dead.

Suddenly, wings flapped over the building as a huge red dragon emerged from behind, nesting on the top of the tower. It let out an ear shattering roar then turned its head toward the direction the floating man pointed to. Toward JJ.

The red dragon bore marks around its body almost similar to the marks borne by the man. JJ stood frozen on the pavement.

The dragons shrieked. It flapped its wings, pushed him self up from the tower with its powerful hind legs and gave a roar. The dragon dropped, gliding towards the direction its master ordered it to go to.

JJ suddenly got pulled out of his trance when the dragon roared yet anew. He suddenly realized that the dragon was going for him. He has to move, he told himself. He willed his body to move as the dragon flew toward him, turning his head from time to time toward the direction of the attacking aircrafts and shoot off jets of green flames. One Bronco caught the flames on its starboard wing and began to descend. Then it focused all its attention to its target, the immobilized JJ.

His heart pounding, beads of sweat trailing down his face, JJ was suddenly able to move his legs. He turned and ran. He did not run toward the restaurant as his wife and son may get caught in the flames but instead run toward the direction of the dragon. He then turned right into a nearby street.

The dragon shrieked then shot green flame toward the ground, burning the vehicles on the streets as it traced a flaming line toward JJ.

JJ ran as fast has he could. The flame and the dragon right behind him. He has got to reach the corner several meters away and try to duck somewhere. He hoped. He tried. He can save himself from the flame. At the dragon's speed, it and the flame will overshoot JJ once he makes a quick right.

And it did when JJ made a quick right, the heat searing through his clothes while the flame barely grazing him. He saw a door. He turned the knob. It's locked. Horror gripping him JJ turned to look for another way in only to find out that one of his assumptions was wrong. The dragon was able to make a sudden stop. It is now hovering in front of him, large wings flapping.

The dragon with its long neck, moved its head near JJ and shrieked. At first, JJ smelled the foul odor of sulfur from the dragon's breath blow at him. Then everything grew bright green as a blast of flame engulfed him.

9. Fire and Ice

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 15:01:00 +0000

Amidst the complex machinery, wires and pipes of the basement of the John F. Kennedy International Airport, clanging and swishing sounds can be heard.

Then there was a crash.

Moments later a thud.

And the clanging and the swishing returned.

"Daga!" This was chanted by Nigel Smith, an American who claimed to be from the Immigrations Office, as he threw a dagger bearing symbols on its blade and pommel when he lost one of his axes to his Chinese opponent, Quan Tie.

Quan jumped over the flying dagger, twisting in mid air just as Lucas Jorgen, an African-American associate of Nigel, held both his hands in front of him as if holding a basket ball, thrust them and chanting "Magliyab" to release a fireball toward the still descending Chinese.

The Chinaman was himself forming a ball in his left hand and as he finished his 360 degree twist in mid air pushed it toward the fireball chanting, "Nyebe!" A snowball flew to the fireball liquefying on contact and extinguishing the flames while JJ Junco, a Filipino that is being accosted by Nigel and Lucas watched the battle in horror.

When Quan Tie landed, he was met by a right hook from Nigel that avoided by twisting his body by almost a quarter. He then pushed his upper body forward, left hand striking toward Nigel's right deltoid muscle are with palms open, fingers extended and joined, its tips thrust like a cutting knife to the American's muscles soliciting pain in the process.

Quan followed this move by a punch in Nigel's solar plexus kicking the air out of his opponent. He then stepped back to avoid a drop kick from Lucas.

Lucas, now standing between the pained Nigel and Quan swung his right hand to drive a right backhand punch at the Chinese.

Quan blocked the strike with his right arm with a backhand block. He then turned his hand to seize Lucas by the wrist, pulled his enemy's hand to the right while he pushed his left hand, palms up toward Lucas' elbow breaking the joint with the heel of his hand. Letting go of the now injured right hand of the American, Quan pushed his right hand to the right side of Lucas cracking some ribs. He then repeated the left hand attack hitting Lucas by the jaw with the heel of his left hand.

Lucas went down on one knee from the pain. His movement cleared the way for Nigel who delivered a flying side kick toward Quan, hitting the Chinese square on the chest pushing him backward.

As he swung his arms around to regain his balance, Quan chanted "Shuriken" as he released one throwing star after another from each hand as he continued to swing them alternately.

Three of the stars hit Nigel in the chest and arms while he was able to avoid the rest.

Quan then move his arms in a circle in front of him ending with his right hand pointing upward, palms open, fingers extended and joined over his left hand with palms up assuming a Buddhist praying pose. He then chanted "Bomba." This chant blew up the shurikens he released causing sever physical damage and shock to his American opponent.

Just as the blast reverberated on the basement walls, Quan and JJ heard what appeared to be a hand slapping the floor and the injured Lucas chanting "Alon." A wave of concrete flooring then began to form rushing toward the Chinese. Concrete rubbles flew toward Quan including pieces of steel as they break up from the flooring.

Quan again moved his arms in a circle in front of him but instead of ending in a praying pose, he ended with both hands in front of him, palms open, facing the flying projectiles from the debris.

"Kalasag," Quan chanted as a circular shield with symbols and drawings materialized in thin air blocking the deadly debris.

JJ, still trembling from shock jumped back when he heard Quan Tie saying, "I believe we should leave."

"What," asked JJ. "Who are you? Who are these people? What have I got to do with you?"

"In time Mr. Junco," Quan said assuringly. "All in good time. But for now, it is time for us to leave. The explosion could have caught the attention of airport security and they are probably on their way down. And besides, you don't want to be here when their friends arrive," pointing to the now unconscious Lucas and Nigel.

"What about my wife and son," protested JJ. "I have to get back to them," he said as he started to rise.

"They have already been taken cared of," said Quan stopping JJ from standing,

"Taken cared of," said JJ worried for his wife and young son. "What do you mean taken cared of?"

"So many questions, so little time," mused Quan.

They hear footsteps and commotion outside the door above them.

"We must be going," urged Quan. "Like I said, all in good time and our time here is not going to be good."

JJ looked up at the door to the airport lobby and contemplated on what he should do. He then looked at Quan who is waiting for him and urging him to come along with him.

"If those security personnel catch you, they will think you are a terrorist and put you in jail," explained Quan and then turned his back on JJ as he walked toward the dark.

JJ needed to decide fast and he decided to try and trust the Chinese. He walked down the steps and followed the Chinese disappearing in the in the dark amidst the machinery, wires, and pipes in the basement of the JFK International Airport.

8. Eagle vs Dragon

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 15:48:00 +0000

The John F. Kennedy International Airport located in New York City caters to more than 19 million passengers a year. Its service areas provide its guests with conveniences while waiting for their scheduled flight. The passenger terminals are located in circular arrangement in the middle of the airport. Below grounds, machines work round the clock to provide support to the massive structure. In its bowels, three men stood frozen. Their gaze directed upon a small glow on their right amidst the concrete pillars, pipes, and metal structures.

The sound of something whipping through the air broke their silence. From the direction where the sound came from are two large curved swords spinning in the air like boomerangs. An ax thrown by a white American wearing a dark pin striped suit stopped one of the swords. The other one was diagonally parried by another American, an African-American, and spun towards the wall only to vanish in thin air much like the ax and the first sword.

The white American known as Nigel crossed his hands in front of him and drew two axes from thin air. His comrade, Lucas took a step to stand beside him holding his saber ready.

"Who the hell are you," demanded Nigel. "Show yourself!"

The soft steps of Kung Fu shoes can be heard as a man in black traditional Kung Fu uniform emerges from the dark holding two Chinese swords.

"I am Quan Tie," he introduced, "and I claim Mr. Junco."

"Like hell you are," said Lucas, advancing on the Chinese.

Quan stopped with his right foot leading his left, feet on 90 degree angles and shoulder width apart. His right hand holding the dao in front of him as his left hand held the other dao upright behind him, his left fist level and pressed against his lower back.

Lucas swung his right hand, palms up, horizontally to strike Quan in the chest.

Quan bent back while twisting his body to his right to avoid the strike while maintaining his stance. With fluidity, he raised the sword in his right then thrust at Lucas, his trailing left leg pushing his body forward while he bent his leading right leg.

Lucas' recovers the strike and parried the thrust with his saber while side stepping to his left. Once he had pushed the sword some distance away from him, he reversed his hand movement to strike Quan in the neck.

Quan bent his head to his left while Lucas' saber whizzed through barely grazing his ear. He then moved his trailing left foot wide diagonally to his left assuming a crouching position while reversing the blade of his sword to face his black opponent and swing it toward his opponent's abdominal area.

Nigel saw and opening and stepped forward, his right hand raised to slam his ax on the Chinaman's neck.

Quan recovered from his strike and pulled his body with his left foot while sliding his right along the floor just in time for the ax to pass inches from his heard. He continued his movement sliding his right foot behind his left foot as Nigel turned to swing his ax-wielding left hand horizontally to the Chinese.

The Chinese bent his body on his waist to avoid the ax while twisting his right hand by the wrist to move his sword blade from his right hand side toward his left, the face of the blade resting on his left shoulder, cutting edge pointed leftward. He then swung his right hand toward Nigel who jumped back away from him toward his right.

As Nigel moved, Lucas came into view. His hand no longer holding a saber but held in front of him, his fingers extended and apart. His other hand is held in the same way as if holding a battering ram pushed against him. Light flowed from both his arms towards his hands.

"Shockwave," yelled Lucas and pushed his hands forward as a ripple of air escaped from them and hurtled toward the Chinese.

Caught off-guard, Quan only had time to cross his arms in front of him and braced for impact. The impact threw him off toward the pipes and machinery behind him. The Chinese crashed through them, his head banging on a pipe running horizontally.

The two Americans paused and observed. Waiting for something to happen. Then they heard footsteps scurrying up the steps.

Nigel and Lucas both looked at the direction of the noise saw their target, JJ Junco clambering up the stairs.

"Stop him," Nigel shouted toward Lucas who as nearer to the escaping Filipino.

Lucas took a step forward with his left foot, held his hands together, fingers curled close, his left hand palms down while his right hand was held palms up. Both hands were held together, his left index finger and thumb next to his right pinkie. He then pulled his right hand toward his back while pushing his left hand a few inches forward. Light crawled from his arms as a rod of light formed between the separating hands. A spear with metal edge and iron rod materialized from the rod of light. As his right hand reached its farthest point backward, Lucas released the hold of his left hand on the spear, slid his left foot about four inches forward and heaved the spear toward the fleeing JJ.

Just then, a sai flew through the air, catching the spear between its main center prong and its tsuba -- one of the two unsharpened shorter prongs. The force the sai was thrown was so great that the spear was pushed away from its trajectory. Both weapons vanished in thin air.

"As you Americans say," a voice from the dark said. "It is not over until the fat lady sings," Quan continued as he emerged from the dark patting dirt from his clothes.

"The hell with the fat lady," Nigel sighed as he rushed toward the Chinese. Behind him, Lucas produced another saber and started after Nigel.

7. Basement

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 18:04:00 +0000

John F. Kennedy International Airport. Van Wyck and JFK Expressways lead to and from the airport's rotund. The JFK Expressway runs through the space between Terminals 7 and 8 from the North while Van Wyck runs through between Terminals 9 and 1 from the East. The airport is also served by the AirTrain JFK that operates between the airport, the New York Subway and the Long Island Rail Road including. It is connected to the terminals as well as rental car facilities, hotel shuttles and the parking lots.

It is a vast complex of people, machinery, and electronics that supports 19 million passenger a year that go through its terminal that are constructed around a rotund. On the ground and upper levels are service areas for the passengers like restaurants, lounges, check-in and customs areas, and the baggage claim areas.

Underneath it are baggage and cargo handling facilities, electrical machines, plumbing, and back-up systems that will keep the air traffic controller operational in case of power outage. These sections are connected to several access doors through stairs, elevators, and ramps.

An exit door opens and three persons came in. One of them is holding another one in front of him while the third closes the door behind them.

"Don't worry Mr. Junco, you will not be harmed if you fully cooperate," assured the African-American holding the man who is much smaller in height and build. The smaller man's name is Jeffrey or JJ as his friends call him.

They take him down the stairs toward a darkened area beneath the moving conveyors and large pipes.

"Please," demanded the white American with them, "don't make this hard on yourself."

The white American introduced himself to JJ at the check-in area as Nigel Smith. He also introduced the person now holding JJ as Lucas Jorgen.

Nigel pushed his dark pinstriped coat aside with his right hand and drew his Glock-9 semiautomatic pistol and pushed it at JJ's chest.

"Now, stand still," Nigel ordered. "We only need to talk to you."

This time, Lucas loosened his grip on JJ's mouth and slowly released his left arm.

"What," asked JJ. "Just talk? Why bring me all the way down here for just a talk," he demanded.

By this time, Lucas has left his place behind JJ and joined Nigel. JJ tried to step back but he hit a concrete column that supported the airport's structure.

"We need you to answer a few questions," Nigel explained holstering his pistol.

"We want to know if you had any unusual experiences lately," asked Lucas.

"Well," JJ began to explain, "this is the first unusual experience I had. First, you introduced yourselves as immigration officers and then you suddenly drag me down here which does not really look like an immigration office. Yeah, this is my first unusual experience."

"That's not what we meant," interrupted Nigel putting his hands on his waist. "Have you had any unusual dreams? Have you seen any unusual things happen in your surroundings?"

Before JJ could answer, Nigel's cellphone rings. He fishes out of his pocket, looked at the display and open's the clamshell shaped phone to answer the call.

"Yes," he said turning his back and walking away while Lucas stayed to watch over JJ. "We have him. He's right here where we told you we'll take him."

Lucas turned his head to look where Nigel is holding his hand out as if to signal JJ to stay put.

JJ took this little distraction and tried to run for the stairs.

"Hey! Come back here," shouted Lucas as he started to run after JJ while drawing his 9mm Beretta M-93.

"Shit," muttered Nigel. "I'll call you back, our subject is trying to run away," Nigel told the caller as he began to run after JJ also drawing his gun.

JJ was two flights up the stairs when a bullet hit the handrail just above his right hand. He froze on his tracks.

"Freeze a*****e," Lucas shouted after JJ.

Just then the three men noticed a small glow on their right amidst the concrete pillars, pipes, and metal structures. Then they heard something whip through the air. They looked at the direction where the sound came from as two large curved swords spun in the air like a boomerang from the dark toward their direction. One of the spinning swords was stopped in mid flight by an ax thrown spinning towards it while the other one continued its spin towards Lucas.

As JJ watched the sword in flight, his eyes caught a glimpse of light shining from Lucas' direction as he drew a saber with his right hand. Lucas continued the drawing motion swinging the sword diagonally and clockwise toward the sword to parry it. As the saber hit the sword, JJ saw the other sword and ax separate from their impact and vanish in thin are along his left peripheral vision. The second sword was successfully parried and spun away and vanished into thin air.

Nigel crossed his hands in front of him to draw two axes from thin air as Lucas took a step to stand beside him holding his saber ready.

"Who is that," demanded Nigel. "Show yourself."

The soft steps of Kung Fu shoes can be heard as a man in black traditional Kung Fu uniform emerges from the dark holding two Chinese swords known as the Dao.

"I am Quan Tie," he introduced, "and I claim Mr. Junco."

6. JFK International Airport

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 23:29:00 +0000

John F. Kennedy International Airport is located in Jamaica, Queens, in southeastern New York City. It is about 19 kilometers from Lower Manhattan. It was known as the Idlewild Airport, before it was renamed in 1963 in memory of the late President John F. Kennedy. People usually refer to it as "Kennedy" or "JFK" airport.

The JFK caters to almost 20 million passengers each year. The biggest number is during the holidays when the weary workers of New York flock to the airports for well deserved vacations.

Among the would be passengers is Jeffrey Junco, a naturalized American born in Tarlac, Philippines. His friends from college calls him JJ using the first letter of his first name and family name. He finished his biology course from a state-run university and took up medicine right after graduation. Since his mom has retired from being a nurse in UK, JJ aspired to work abroad like his mother. He immediately took up additional subjects in nursing after passing the medical board exam. He applied for and got a job at the New York University Medical Center. It is where he met his wife Katrina, a nurse working in the same shift as he is.

"O, Albert, stay with your mama," JJ called at his six year old son as the boy started to walk away towards the kiosk selling toys while his mother let go of him to check their passports on her purse.

"But I want toy," Albert told his father while twiddling his fingers and looking cute.

"We'll get you one once we arrive in Manila," reassured Katrina now holding their passports as they fall in line to check-in for their flight to the Philippines.

"I can't believe I will be home again after almost ten years," sighed JJ. "I can still imagine what it feels like to be in the Philippines."

"Well unlike you, mister I-need-to-do-this-first," upbraided Katrina pressing her index finger at JJ's chest, "I try to call my parents every now and then," she said smiling.

JJ has always loved the way Katrina smiled at him. Her dimples and her mole above her right eye is what attracted him to her. They were married in the US since they were still starting up then and are not able to return to the Philippines. Only Katrina's parents were present. At that time JJ could not afford yet to have his mother with them. But some of JJ's college and high school friends who are based there were able to join. His uncle and auntie served as a proxy to his parents.

"I can still remember the time when I was about to board a flight from Manila," JJ muses. "I was so excited. And I can feel that same excitement now," he said smiling at Katrina.

"I am sure you do my dear," she lovingly told him.

They are now three persons away from the check-in counter. Katrina, with Albert in tow, is carrying a large shoulder bag with all their essential needs -- food, change of clothes, toiletries, and some reading materials. Albert has a backpack with his toys while JJ is pulling behind him a rolling traveling luggage and his laptop bag strapped on his back. They will have to have the luggage check-in and hand carry the rest.

"Mr. Junco," interrupted a muscular American wearing a dark pinstriped suite and pants. He was standing with his feet about shoulder-width apart and his left hand over his right casually placed in front of him. He has a clean-shaven face and is wearing dark glasses.

"Yes?" replied JJ turning to his left where the caller stands about a meter away from him. With the muscular American is an African-American with the same build and wearing a suit and pants identical to his companion. The African-American also wears dark glasses but displays a thin lined mustache connected to his beard forming a shape around his mouth and chin. He kept on scanning the area as if there will be a threat somewhere else.

"What is it honey?" asked Katrina a little worried.

"Daddy, are those the Men in Black from the movie?" asked JJ who was then pulled aside by his mother to put herself between the two men and the boy.

"It's okay honey," JJ said trying to assure his wife.

"Is there a problem?" he asked the two men now turning his attention from his wife to them.

"Sir, if you could step aside please," requested the clean shaven suit.

JJ took two steps forward leaving the luggage standing on its own while holding his wife back in line saying, "Just go ahead and check us in. This may be just a little misunderstanding," referring to the recent reports about mysterious killings in the New York area involving victims mostly of Filipino ancestry.

"Is there a problem -- ah -- sir?" asked JJ somewhat confident that he has nothing to worry about.

"I am Federal Agent Nigel Smith and with me is Federal Agent Lucas Jorgen," said the clean-shaven agent introducing himself and his companion both flashing their badges. "We wish to speak with you for a minute regarding some matters we would like to discuss in private. And don't worry, we will assist you through check-in and hold the plane for you if we find everything in order."

This statement caused some whispered comments among the other lined up passengers. Nobody would dare question a federal agent lest they would attract suspicion on themselves.

JJ looked back at his wife and nodded. Katrina, now left to hold Albert and the luggage with both hands, nodded back then looked from one federal agent to the next.

"This way please," ushered the clean-shaven agent motioning JJ to the side and starting to take a step forward. JJ followed him and the thin bearded agent trailing behind him.

They walked across other lines of passengers waiting to be checked-in toward the far side of the airport's departure lobby.

JJ's mind was wondering what the problem could be. He had been a good citizen, paid their taxes on time, no payments missed on his credit cards and their loans. He had surfed some websites on terrorist organizations but that was merely for information and not for any other purposes that may be considered a threat to national security. JJ kept on looking back to see his wife and son. She has now reached the check-in counter and presented their passports and tickets to the attendant. She seemed to be explaining why she is holding three passports since there are only two of them there. JJ could see his son staring after him standing idly beside his mom.

When they reached the far side, the clean shaven agent opened a door.

"But this is the exit door," protested JJ.

The clean shaven agent opened his suit to reveal his Glock-19 semi automatic pistol and said, "Please, if you will cooperate, no one else will get hurt."

"No one else?" asked JJ now beginning to feel panic. "What do you mean no one else?"

The thin bearded agent then clamped JJ's mouth with his massive right hand, pulling JJ towards his body while his left hand bent JJ's left arm toward his back.

The agent then pushed JJ toward the open door and the clean shaven agent looked around before following them inside.

Katrina has finished the check-in procedure and is now holding their boarding passes except that of JJ whose passport was withheld at the counter. She tried to look at the direction JJ and the two agents took but could not see them anywhere.

"Please follow me," a woman with blond hair whispered as she brushed by Katrina.

"What?" Katrina asked but the woman continued walking away without looking back.

Puzzled and alarmed, Katrina followed the blond woman.

5. The Rescue

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 14:08:00 +0000

It was a dark damp alley just off Claro M. Recto Avenue in Sampaloc, Manila. The alley is littered with empty boxes of carton and some palettes made of palochina. Sitting on the ground with her hands supporting her, her bayong dropped behind her, its contents scattered on the pavement, a pregnant woman was trembling in fear.

Elena, 7-months pregnant and a street vendor in Quiapo watches in horror as a cloaked and hooded assassin pulls back his spear, covered in markings and a strange inscription.

"Your god has brought this upon you," the man said as he made a final pull to lunge at Elena.

Moving both body and arms, the man thrust the spear toward Elena.

Then Elena, her eyes closed, heard a clang of metal against metal and the thud of the spear hitting concrete instead of the sound of flesh being torn and the pain accompanying it.

She opened her eyes long enough to see a long and large bolo riddled with markings swing toward the spear holding assailant.

The assailant jumped back, pulling the spear away with him, holding it near the shaft's end.

The heavy bolo wielding person jump over Elena in a flutter of cloth, twisting in midair as he manipulated the bolo continuing its clockwise swing for another strike at the assassin.

As the bolo-wielding figure completed his 360 degree turn, the assassin pulled back on the spear still moving backward in midair. As the assassin pulled at the spear, he let it slide back in his right hand as he thrust is free arm, his left arm, palms up fingers spread, light creeping from his forearms toward his hands. A ball of electricity shot from his open hands toward the assassin.

This time the boloman has completed the swing of the bolo, twisted his bolo-wielding right hand 90 degrees clockwise holding the flat side of the bolo facing the assassin and swung the bolo using it as a racket to hit the ball of electricity and push it up toward the sky.

The assassin has completed his pull of the spear, now holding it at the foreshaft with his right hand pulled back. He then threw the spear with his body twisting and his left hand swinging back as the ball of electricity was deflected toward the sky. The spear flew not at the boloman but toward Elena. The assassin has now reached the apex of his jump curve and was descending.

The boloman continued his reverse twist powered by the swing of the bolo, now also beginning his descent to the ground. He extended his left leg, foot and leg forming a straight line, and made a turning side kick toward the spear. His timing was perfect as his foot hit the spear midshaft and propelled it sideways hitting the wall, stopping its progress and dropping to the ground, disintegrating along the way down.

Before the assassin hit the ground, he swung both his hands toward the boloman, left hand first then right, releasing two knives similar to those he used earlier on the beer drinkers killed in the main street.

The boloman used the impact of his left foot with the spear and the wall to catapult him for another twist in the opposite direction holding his large bolo over his head with his right hand. This twist was accompanied by a backward somersault to move his body backward away from the knives and at the same time allowing him to put his bolo between him and the knives. He parried both knives throwing them to the direction of the wall that they chipped before they disintegrated.

Both men landed on the pavement at the same time regarding each other, hands at the ready. The boloman clutched the handle of his bolo tighter as the other man clenched his fists, ready for another attack.

As if having practiced the move together, both men steadied their stance, both feet beyond shoulder width apart, hands held waist high, palms facing forward and fingers extended and curved as if they were holding balls in each hand. Then together they thrust both hands forward putting them closer to each other, with palm heels eventually touching.

"Kilat!" both shouted as electricity snaked from their forearms to their hands then exploding from the points in their fingers as a ball of electricity formed between their palms. The ball then exploded to a big bolt of lightning shooting toward the other person.

As the bolts collide, the two warriors felt the recoil and were rocked from where they stood, each sliding slightly backward. Smaller bolts struck out from where the two opposing bolts met hitting the walls, boring holes on impact, concrete chunks and dust raining down. Both men grunted as the pressure of the bolts started to push them back.

"Why are you doing this?" asked the boloman pushing forward.

"It must be done," replied the spearman pushing back at his opponent.

"I -- will -- not -- let -- you -- succeed," grunted the boloman as he began to take a step forward, pushing his bolt toward the assassin.

"We will -- umph -- not -- fail," said the assassin before he turned his joined hands clockwise so that his left hand is over his right and took a step back. Then he pulled back his left hand to point his palms 45 degrees upward in the process allowing some of the boloman's bolt to penetrate and then deflect it upward toward the sky and guide it to the fire escape landing above them just behind the boloman.

The deflected bolt hit the concrete walls exploding, concrete and dust flying away along with the fire escape landing that began to drop with a sound of strained metal toward Elena.

The boloman pushed off the ground to let the pressure of the bolt push him backward as he ascended. He then let go of the bolt that shot past below him and over Elena now lying unconscious on the pavement to explode at the wall of another building at the rear creating a hole through three other inner concrete walls. As he jumped back, the boloman made a counter-clockwise midair turn, holding his palms waist high, palm heels together, fingers apart and curved like before.

"Buga!" he said as he thrust both hands toward the falling fire escape landing. A ball of high pressure air came out from between his palms and flew toward the metal landing increasing in size as it went.

Meanwhile, the assassin raised his body a little, both feet planted well on the pavement, on foot in front of the other placed his hands above him, arms straight, palms facing forward, fingers spread and curved, forefingers and thumbs touching each other and recited, "Bolang apoy!" Light crawled from his forearms toward his hands. As the light reached his hands and he finished the incantation, the assassin thrust his hands toward Elena then holding them in front of his face, arms still extended. A fireball formed as his hands moved forward and sped toward Elena, increasing in size and turning from red to blue to white.

"Kalasag!" the boloman shouted. He is now facing the assassin having continued on his midair turn and is now descending, the metal landing, twisted by the impact of the ball of air, flying away from the boloman and the woman toward the hole created by the assassin's lightning bolt. From the extended right arm of the boloman, light flew toward the ground transforming into a large shield with ethnic markings and planted itself on the concrete a few feet from Elena putting itself between the fireball and the unconscious woman.

The fireball hit the shield and exploded. While the smoke lifted, the shield flickered but did not disintegrate, and the boloman landed inches from the woman's head. The two men are about to make another move when they heard sirens and voices from the buildings on both sides of the alley and the one at its end that was punctured by the lightning bolt.

The assassin used the distraction to jump out into a dark area on the wall formed by the shadow of the buildings and disappeared.

As the building flickered and vanished, the boloman knelt beside Elena. He was about to put his arms under her head and at the back of her knees when he heard someone shout.

"Hoy!" bellowed a bare chested man wearing maong short pants made by cutting his jeans just above the knee as he emerged from the hole in the building that the lightning bolt created earlier. He was holding what looked like a revolver. With him are two other men, one of them wearing a white kamiseta and yellow cotton shorts, the other, a t-shirt, its sleeves torn off, and blue striped pajamas.

"Nobody moves!" the police SWAT officer shouted as they entered the alley from the main street with his teammates flooding the alley with their sub machine gun mounted flash lights. The boloman turned his head from the three men to the SWAT officers.

The building residents raised their hands in panic as the boloman jumped upward, leaving Elena on the ground. The light beams followed the ascent of the cloaked figure but all they saw were building walls and dust whirling.

After the police and the residents got cleared up on who is a threat and who is not, they turned their attention to the unconscious pregnant woman lying on the ground, a female police medic now attending to her, checking her pulse and her extremities for broken bones, the medic's aid kit sitting beside her.

As the police and the building residents looked over at Elena, they heard a fluttering of cloth above them. When they looked up, they saw a figure flying along the length of the alley as it jumped from the street end toward the building roof in the other end of the alley, its body parallel to the ground below. The figure was twisting on its head to foot axis. Then they saw something glitter, then another, then they heard someone scream as knives rained down of them. Screams were heard as the knives cut through the people gathered, some burying themselves on the policemen, the residents, the concrete pavement and walls.

4. Flashback

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 00:12:00 +0000

Elena was born in the town of Balangiga south of Eastern Samar. She had two younger brothers, Edgardo and Emilio. Their family lived in a simple bungalow in the outer limits of the town. Her father is a backyard farmer who grew vegetables in a wide space beside their house. For entertainment, they have a small black and white television where the family watches their favorite soap opera. Her father is usually the first to open it for the evening news. There is also a radio with cassette player that is the source of argument with her brother Edgardo as they do not have similar interests in music genres.

Like any typical Catholic Filipino family, they always hear mass at dawn during Sundays. It is followed by a hearty breakfast in a nearby eatery. The Mercados spend their Sundays at home. While Elena is taught by their mother the fine arts of weaving, her brothers are outside helping their father with the vegetables tutored on how one can grow fine produce free of any chemical fertilizers or pest control agents.

As simple as he is, Mang Onorio, Elena's father bore tattoos on his back, parts of it even creeping to his chest and stomach. Elena saw this once when she ran to her parent's room to get help from her father. Aling Luisa was out that time to buy some supplies in the public market.

"Tay, Emilio is choking," her voice trembling. "I think he swallowed one of his toy soldiers."

Onorio, sleeping face down woke up with a start. It was then that Elena got a glimpse of the tattoo on her father's back.

Hurriedly, Onorio dressed up asking Elena, "What happened anak? Where is he?"

"He's in the sala, tay," Elena answered trying to pull Onorio to the direction of their living room.

As Onorio was applying the heimlich maneuver on Emilio, Elena thought about the tattoo she saw. It was like a collage of faces. Scary ones. It depicted men with tattoos all over their body as if it was their second skin.

Every Monday, Mang Onorio takes his kids for a ride on their pedicab -- a bicycle with an attached sidecar -- to school. Elena was in grade six at the Balangiga Central School when the conflict in the mountains of Samar was brought to their town by fleeing rebels.

The first gunshot was heard around 2:00 am. Immediately, Mang Onorio woke his family and gathered them to their bedroom. From his cabinet, he took out a revolver made by one of the towns of the province of Cebu. He checked if he had all six rounds loaded and rejoined his family behind the bed.

The gunfires grew loader as the clash was brought nearer their baranggay. They can hear the screams of their neighbors who are trying to run away.

"Tay, I think we should go," suggested Elena while clutching her mother.

"She is right, Onorio," seconded Aling Luisa who is trembling with worry for their family. "Let us go to my sister's house at the town proper. It may be safer there."

After a little thought, Mang Onorio said, "Okay, gather all essential things that we can bring. Then we will go."

The family hurriedly packed a few essentials. They put change of clothes, underpants, and a little food in two bayongs. Elena went to pick up the radio but Edgardo got there ahead of her.

"I'll bring this one Ate," Edgardo said. "You can help nanay with Emilio and the other bayong. I will carry the this one," referring to the other bayong he is holding with one hand as his other arm clutches the radio.

The family went out the back door and walked into the dark as the gunshots can be heard about a block away.

Then they heard bullets zing past them. In panic, Luisa and Elena ducked in a nearby dug out drainage as people run past them to the safety of the town proper.

Elena and her mother got separated from the rest of the family. The gunshots grew louder as the fighting got nearer.

"Come here anak," urged Luisa. "Let's hide inside this culvert."

The two crawled into the culvert. Elena just pulled her leg in when rebels jumped into the drainage for protection. They did not notice the mother and daughter because they were focusing on the soldiers chasing them.

Luisa hugged Elena who has her hands covering her ears. "Don't worry, anak," she whispered to her. "We will be safe here as long as they do not notice us," she said as grenades began exploding nearby.

A grenade blew a few feet away from the culvert in between several rebels crouched in the drainage. The loud explosion, the blast of air and the blood of killed rebels knocked mother and child unconscious.

They were woken up a few hours later by soldiers who were inspecting the result of the battle and assisted them out of the culvert and up the road. Their names were taken and they were interrogated.

"I'm sorry but you cannot go to the town proper," the regretful military officer told them. "The rebels are currently holding the place under siege."

Worried as she was about the fate of her husband and sons, Luisa brought Elena to Leyte. She had a brother there whom she can ask for help.

Days, weeks, and months passed and they have never heard from Mang Onorio. Her mother got depressed while Elena found it hard to study.

Years later, the mother and daughter moved to Manila as Aling Luisa went to find work to help sustain what remains of her family. Elena went to the Manuel L Quezon University to study nursing so she can go abroad to make their lives even better. That is where she met Alfredo. A handsome dashing young man who fancied her. They hit it off immediately and Elena was happy for that. Alfredo helped her regain her glow that she lost when that grenade exploded near her not more than six years ago.

Their love brought them to live together as Elena's mother went to work as a domestic helper in Hong Kong. That was when the beatings began. Alfredo was a jealous man and he always blamed Elena every time another man looks and smiles at her.

When she got pregnant, Alfredo left her thinking that her child was sired by another man.

Her heart broken, she had to make ends meet for her and her still unborn child. Life has eased for her when suddenly this horrifying figure appeared. She once again felt the fear she had while huddled in that culvert as she stared at the hooded figure in front of her.

"What do you want from me!" she finally screamed at the figure.

"You," the figure replied in an unearthly voice. "I have no business with you."

The hooded figure then held his closed fists in front of him, left hand on top of the right as if holding a bat. Then he moved them apart as if feeling an imaginary pole. A bright rod of light appeared to form extending between and beyond the man's fists. Then the rod turned into a dark wood with tribal designs. There is an inscription in the wood that Elena could not discern. She thought she saw those characters before. As the man finished his movement, a spear materializes. It has a serrated stone-like spearhead and decorative strings tied where the spearhead meets the wood.

The man stepped back turning the spear toward Elena. He had his left hand palms down holding the spear on its foreshaft as his other hand holds the spear midway on the lower end of the pole his palms down. He raised the spear, ready to strike Elena.

"It is unfortunate that you will have to die as well," said the man as Elena watched in horror, unable to move away.

She closed her eyes and prayed, turning her head away while supporting her body with both arms behind her. "My God! Please save me and my baby!"

"Your god has brought this upon you," the man said as he made a final pull to lunge at Elena.

With great strength moving both body and arms, the man thrust the spear not toward Elena's heart but to her womb.

Elena waited for the sound of flesh being torn but what she heard instead was a clang of metal against metal and the thud of the spear hitting concrete.

She quickly opened her eyes as a long and large bolo riddled with markings held by someone behind her left the spear it parried and swung toward the spear holding assailant.

The assailant jumped back pulling the spear away with him holding it near the poles end.

Elena saw her savior jump over her in a flutter of cloth to chase her assassin. Then she lost consciousness.

3. The Alley

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 16:17:00 +0000

It was night.

Elena tried to walk faster. She willed herself to run but the load she is caring plus the fact that she is pregnant stopped her from walking any faster. Her heart is pounding so hard it reverberates to her ear. It is as if she had her ear against her chest.

Then she heard the flapping of cloth... She turned... And what she saw made her scream...

Standing in front of her is a cloaked man. The hood and the dark obscuring her vision. She can't see his face.

Her scream caught the attention of some bystanders who tried to see where the scream was coming from. On the other side of the street, four topless men drinking some gin stopped momentarily and turned to look at the direction where the scream came from. At the corner, three students waiting for a cab turned to Elena's direction.

Elena was shaking. Almost loosing her grip on the bayong she is carrying. She willed herself to move. She was able to take one step back when the hooded figure slowly raised his head. Ambient light slowly creeping she can now see the person's jaw. It looks fiery red. It has some black markings like a tattoo.

She held her bayong tighter not knowing what to do. A lot of things raced through her mind. "Is this Mang Andoy's killer," she asked herself. "What could he want from me? I never saw him before. I was never even a witness to the murder!"

As Elena continued on these thoughts, the hooded figure's head continued to raise. Now she can see his cheeks, riddled with tattoo. His head stopped moving. Light does not penetrate enough to allow her to see the figure's whole face. But she notices that his eyes seem to glow.

"Miss! Are you okay?" shouted one of the drinkers from the other side who stood up to have a better look. Then seeming to notice the figure standing in front of the woman, they felt alarmed. They took steps toward the street.

"Hoy! Who are you?" asked the other man to the hooded figure they can barely see in the dark as he moved ahead of his buddies. Some of them picked up iron pipes or wooden planks.

The students waiting for the cab got scared at the shouting. They huddled together and tried to cross the street towards the fast food chain.

The four drinkers began their way across the street when the figure turned his head toward them. They can see his yellow glowing eyes. And it made them stop and rethink if they will go and help the woman or not.

"Puta, aswang!" shouted the thinnest of the four holding his wooden stick tighter.

"Let's get him!" shouted the braver one who was also the one who asked Elena if she is okay.

"Let's go!" shouted the big bellied one holding an iron pipe.

As they moved forward towards the island that separates the two opposing lanes, the figure whipped his left arm toward their direction shouting "Daga!"

In an instant, a bolt of light came out from the sleeve end of the figure's cloak. The light materialized to a knife before it disappeared into the neck-high island.

The brave one among the drinkers stopped dead on his tracks. Clutching his neck as he fall backwards from the impact of something that hit him. Blood came out of his mouth and seeped through his fingers. His eyes wide in shock. He hit the ground with a thud.

The others looked at him, got mad and angrily looked at the hooded figure.

When the hooded figure released that bolt of light, Elene got to her senses and turned toward an alley to her left.

With deadly swiftness, the hooded figure flicked his other arm toward the direction of Elena. A bolt of light flew out and struck the wall behind her. Missing her by inches.

The assailant then moved to follow Elena in the alley but stopped when an iron pipe flew in front of him. He turned to see that the big bellied iron pipe bearer was no across the island. The two others just over the top.

Elene moved faster across the tight alley barely two persons wide. Boxes and crates were piled on either side. She tipped some of them and a few fell crashing on the ground. She heard screams as the four drinkers sparred with her assailant. As she turned her head back to take a look, she saw lights flash, heard more screams, and thought she faintly heard skin tear as if opening a zipper.

As the screaming stopped, she stopped and turned towards the end of the alley hoping that she will see one of the men who tried to help her. Her heart stopped when she heard the eerie fluttering she heard before. But no one emerged at the end of the alley. Trembling, she raised her gaze. In the ambient light of the new moon, she saw a figure descend from above. Her knees felt weak and she fell sitting on the ground.

"This is it for me," she thought. "I am sorry for my baby. He hasn't even come out yet to see the world and now he will die with me."

Tears trailed down her cheek as the fluttering figure landed a few feet in front of her.

"What do you want from me!" she screamed at the figure.

"You," the figure replied. His voice seem to come from the depths of the earth. "I have no business with you."

2. Street vendor

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 15:45:00 +0000

Elena Mercado is seven months pregnant. She will soon join the many unwed mothers that live below poverty level in the metropolis. Her boyfriend for five years, Alfredo, left her while she was two months into her pregnancy. He left because he could not bear to be responsible for a child he believes he did not sire. Alfredo had long since suspected that Elena has another lover other than himself. For five years he tormented her. Blamed her for every misfortune that came upon him. He lost his job because of truancy and he blamed it on her. She still bore the marks from Alfredo's beatings. He beat her with his own hands, with the broom, with wire hangers, and with just about everything he can pick up from around their house. She endured all this because of her love for Alfredo. And all he has for her is contempt.

Elena thought that getting pregnant will help her change the way Alfredo treated her. But she was wrong. When he found out about her pregnancy, he went berserk. He beat her, punched her, kicked her, even threw her against their dining table. Then he just left.

That was two weeks ago.

From then on, Elena had to fend off for her and her soon to be born child. It is a girl, people said as it was a common belief than when a woman carries a girl, her beauty radiates. On the other hand, if the child she carries is a boy, that beauty degrades.

It is almost 9:00 in the evening and Elena is on her way home to the slums of Quiapo, a busy district in the city of Manila know for its cheap goods, fast services, and dangerous streets at night. Like most of the urban poor, Elena makes a living by reselling products she got from the low cost flea markets of Divisoria -- an adjacent district -- as well as goods of questionable source.

Walking home carrying her wares in a woven basket called a bayong, Elena makes her way through the deserted streets of Claro M. Recto.

"Good evening, Elena," greeted one police officers patrolling the area. The police officer first noticed her when he was assigned evening patrol three days ago.

"Good evening to you too, sarge," Elena greeted in return. Her smile not as warm as that of the policeman who is delighted to see her but more like a smile of a person who believes she is assured of a safe way home because of their presence.

"Were you able to sell a lot today?" asked the policeman.

"Well, not really," answered Elena, "but it will get me through for another day."

They waved each other good bye as they continued to walk to opposite directions.

Elena felt happy to see the officer. She feels that there might be something in the officer's smile other than just a casual greeting.

"Well, he is handsome," she thought, "and I don't see a ring in his finger to say that he is married."

Her dreamy thoughts were interrupted by a shadow that passed by her. She stopped, and turned around. No one is there. She looked around a little, staying in place, but did not see anyone or hear anything.

She began walking again. Faster this time. Small beads of sweat forming on her forehead and above her upper lip. Her heart is pounding and she has a stricken look of panic in her face. Not too long ago that Mang Andoy, a neighbor and fellow street vendor, was stabbed to death in this area. Mang Andoy lived two houses from what she calls home. The fifty-five year old man had been so kind to her and often took time to visit her along with his fifty-three year old wife, Imelda. His death was a tragedy. More puzzling than most of the unsolved crimes in this city. Mang Andoy was stabbed six times in the different parts of the body puncturing his lungs and tearing his heart. Imelda was not able to get herself together from that tragedy.

A more puzzling information came from the forensic report that Imelda shared with her. It was determined that the weapon used on Mang Andoy was a spear. A spear with serrated edges that tore his skin as it entered his body. What's more mysterious is that the police reported that although he was hit by the same spear six times, there is no evidence that the spear was even pulled out. The blood trails on the crime scene only showed the pattern blood creates when a spear enters the body.

Fearing that the very same killer is after her, Elena walked faster, almost running. She has get to a place with a lot of people. The three universities along the street are empty as the students are on vacation. But the far end of the street that meets Mendiola bridge is well lighted because of the fast food store located there.

"I must get there fast," she willed herself. "God, please help me!"

She is almost a block away when she heard the fluttering of cloth right behind her that she looked back. What she saw made her scream...

1. The tattoo

noreply@blogger.com (K) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 14:23:00 +0000

According to wikipedia.com, "a tattoo, or dermal pigmentation, is a mark made by inserting pigment into the skin for decorative or other reasons. Tattoos on humans are a type of decorative body modification, while tattoos on animals are most commonly used for identification or branding."

It adds that "tattooing has been practiced worldwide. The Ainu, the indigenous people of Japan, wore facial tattoos. Tattooing was widespread among Polynesian peoples, and among certain tribal groups in the Philippines, Borneo, Mentawai Islands, Africa, North America, South America, Mesoamerica, Europe, Japan, Cambodia, and China. Despite some taboos surrounding tattooing, the art continues to be popular all over the world."

Tattoos symbolize something. An identification, a description, a story itself. Tattooing had been an ancient practice. It connotes belonging the same manner as that of an address. It describes what you are, who you are, and whose childe you are. It shows how important a person is. And they say, those with most tattoos are the bravest.

Similar markings have been adopted in non-living things. Bombers displaying the number of missions it took by the number of bomb-shaped paintings on its side. World War II bombers are "tattoed" with inspiration images -- mothers, wives, and idols of the pilots or the group.

What we do not know is that tattoos too signify the power a person possess and the strength of that power. For a few hidden in the dark, silently living their lives, their tattoos serve as marks of fear, destruction, and hopefully deliverance.