Saturday, July 14, 2012

PAOLO DRAGON 03



This was going to be a long night.


I was beaten up for no reason.

The girl, Alicia Min-Hua, tore my jacket to shreds, destroyed my bag, and gave me nasty bruises all over the place.

That same girl was now standing back to back with me.

She was close enough that strands of her long hair would occasionally get right into my face and it was really annoying.

She was scared now, and at this point, I think I should be scared too.

I had just gained problems I have no business having.

A 5-man band of gigolos, led by Owen Wilson, was standing in front of us.

They were also ignoring the local 'Keep feet off lightposts and traffic lights' ordinance.

All while brandishing their guns and knives, like a B-list action flick.

As usual, no witnesses, just more darkness and silence.

Oh, and I'm sorry. Let me clarify that the leader's name was 'Epilogue the Sandman'.

I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"What? That's his name?" I asked Alicia.

She nodded, without turning to see my disbelief.

Crazy Kung Fu Girl was already taking a fighting stance.

The fact that 5 vampires were standing around us wasn't as intimidating as I thought it would be.

"Why, yes! I am the famed Boon-ty Huntah, Epilogue the Sandman!"

His accent baffled me; I couldn't tell which British colony he came from.

"Err, why?" I asked.

"Whot?" He asked back, cocking his head.

"Why are you called 'Epilogue the Sandman'?" I clarified my earlier question.

I noticed that his lackeys were looking at each other funnily.

"Epilogue - because I'm the Epilogue... of your life," he said coolly.

"Huh?" My jaw dropped.

He probably thought he sounded cool, because he was pointing at me flamboyantly.

"Sandman, because I kill at night."

He then pointed at the moon.

My jaw couldn't fall any further.

"... and death is sorta like... Sleep! That is deep stuff!"

I watched him try to justify himself further, utterly slack jawed.

He even made a sleeping motion with his clasped hands on his cheek, cocking his head to the side.

This guy can't be serious.

"Mmm. Okay." I just agreed and nodded, having heard enough.

"So, uh... What brings you here, Sir Epilogue?" I then asked, my voice now sounding sullen and lifeless.

I am tired of dealing with crazy martial artist girls and self-styled vampire poets - that mundane life of mine didn't have me staying up late for this.

"We're here to take the lass, if you don't mind," he said.

The guy drew his two silver Desert Eagles and pointed them at both of us.

I held up my hands quickly, dropping my bag, and its contents scattered onto the floor again.

A notebook with an abstract illustration design for a cover particularly slid away from the rest. It was a predominantly white picture, with black lines randomly zigzagging all over the place, and on the corner of this design was a flat, gray, long oblong that broke up some of the lines.

"I have nothing to do with this girl!" I screamed at them.

Behind me, Alicia jolted.

"In fact I'll help you detain her if you let me go!" I pleaded.

"What!?" She yelled at me.

"I don't feel like dying because of you... after narrowly surviving you," I said coldly, maintaining my raised hands.

"You coward! Loser! Creep! Asshole!" She angrily yelled expletives at me.

"At least I don't punch people around and then cry like a baby when they threaten to sue," I replied.

The Sandman pointed his gun up in the air and fired a shot and we both got off each other’s case immediately.

"Okay, okay." He pointed at me with the barrel of the gun and motioned for me to move aside.

"Just scoot on over there, stay put, we'll take some refreshments from you later, and then we'll leave ya be."

Refreshments? That didn't sound good.

"Please don't suck my blood, I need it to live!" I said, like an oblivious child stating the names of the organs that separated men and women.

They laughed.

Alicia was the only one who didn't find this funny.

"Sorry, guv'nah! We've been chasing this naughty girl all over the place so we're pretty thirsty. Boss says we can't touch her though, so that leaves you," Epilogue said offhandedly.

"Don't worry, it'll feel so good you'll wonder why we didn't do this any sooner," he continued, winking at me.

That sounded all sorts of wrong.

I hope my physical unattractiveness would deter any future fangirls from thinking otherwise.

"Dude, man, that guy is so full of cholesterol," I overheard one of his lackeys say to the other.

"Don't worry, pare, we don't have Lechon that often." (Pare means bro/dude/man in filipino. Lechon is a local roast suckling pig dish.)

I frowned at the vampire who said that.

Okay, negotiations have officially fallen apart.

... In my heart.

I turned to Alicia and shrugged.

Her eyes communicated her reply : 'Go die in a fire!'

I put my hand on my torn jacket's pocket, drawing her eyes to an intricately designed pen sticking out of the seams - it was a red-bodied pen, with a long golden abstract fixture as its clip.

"If I were you, I'd run from them," I whispered to her. I pretended to dust myself off, hiding it once more.

Her expression changed, puzzled, then she quickly turned away from me, all tsundere-like.

I then turned my back to her, raised my hands as an indication of surrender, and walked to my corner.

I watched the Twilight fanboys (do those really exist?) jump down from their perches.

The goons were all armed with knives and pistols, although they didn't wield them both at once.

2 guys had knives drawn, and 2 had pistols drawn.

I just stood at the sidelines, watching them surround her.

Alicia was being backed to a corner by these four vampires, but they were very careful with her, as if they knew what she was capable of. They all slowly approached, trying to maintain reasonable distance from each other, and I wondered why she didn't take the initiative this time around.

Probably because I tired her out.

I waited a little more.

"Okay, boys. I'll handle this."

Finally, I saw Epilogue hop down from his lightpost.

Though my eyes followed his fall, he was gone before he even touched the ground. All I saw was a blur, leading straight through the crowd.

He appeared right next to Chinagirl in an instant, gun at her throat.

"What's wrong, girl? You were casually throwing us around back at boss's place - surprised to see us again, and so soon?"

He whispered, sticking the barrel of his gun at her chin.

In a golden flash of light, Alicia struck the barrel aside, and assumed a different pose.

It reminded me of Xiaoyu, with her crouching down like that.

The other vampires stepped back, clearly threatened by her gesture.

"You're not supposed to touch me, Mr. Huang said," she warned him, faking a smirk.

She then looked at the others.

"... Much less fire your gun at me or wound me with your knives. It's unfair, I know-"

Bang!

A lock of her golden hair fell to the ground.

It then turned black, losing it's strong aura signature shortly after separating from her body.

Epilogue held the smoking Desert Eagle near her face.

He had missed on purpose.

"Don't take things too literally, lass." He then pointed at her arms and legs, reminding her of her scratches and cuts from earlier.

"You're already damaged goods. I'm sure he can't tell the difference once we're done. He'll not mind as long as you're alive and kicking," he snickered.

Alicia now literally had her back to a wall.

"Hold up guys!"

I suddenly interjected, holding the fancy pen from earlier and waving it around.

With the exception of Mr. Shanghai Noon, they all turned to me.

Epilogue had his other gun aimed at me, without even turning to look at me.

I quickly held up my hands, again dropping my bag, the stuff inside scattering on the ground once more.

I cursed under my breath.

"Uh, before you start having a wuxia gun-kata battle, I'll just get my stuff out of your way," I said, pointing at my notebook with the abstract design cover, which was a few meters behind the crowd of angry vampires and shiny girl.

They all looked at me with black intent.

"Sorry, excuse me," I said, humbly lowering my head and putting my hands together.

I quickly moved towards the notebook, trying to be as discreet as possible.

It had the opposite effect.

"Hold her," the Sandman ordered.

The other goons held down Alicia, their tight grip on her arms and legs. She struggled a bit, but gave in eventually.

With a blur, Epilogue was already next to me, pointing a gun to my head.

"What is that? Lemme see that," he said, motioning for me to stand up.

I held up the note book to chest level with both hands, and in the fingers of my right hand was the pen from earlier.

He took it from me, opened it up and flipped a few pages to see that it was all inane pencil sketches and useless crap.

"You're seriously going to risk your life for some stationary?" He had this same face that I was making when I heard the explanation for his name.

He threw it at my chest, and I awkwardly caught it before it fell to the ground.

"Well, it's work related," I said, smiling nervously. "... A-aaand art is life for some people! It's deep!"

He smiled back, and kicked me down.

Oh, this was much more bearable - he hits like a girl compared to her.

With a blur, he reappeared next to his posse, his gun still pointed at me.

"Maybe we'll just get rid of you, eh? We're just about done here and we don't mind slightly colder pizza, anyway!"

All eyes were on me, clutching that notebook for dear life.

I looked at Alicia, her golden form blindingly radiant.

She said it herself: Getting into her head won't work.

I can't say the same about the others.


Immediately, I took my pen from my right hand, covering the gray portion of the abstract art cover with it.

A new pattern was made when the pen's strangely shaped clip seamlessly connected with the zig zagging lines of the notebook's design, completing the magic circle and triggering the spell.

They all witnessed it.

Through their eyes, they received a message which reached their minds and unraveled its contents.

A reality, which, just by existing, eradicated the world provided by their senses.

Sight, Touch, Hearing, Smell, Taste.

These all became alien concepts under their new understanding of the universe.

That paradigm was burned into their memory.

Thus, to them, it was as if the material world completely disappeared.


There was silence.

Then a scream.

They all fell into disarray, doing random things and losing all sense of being.

I saw Alicia's surprised expression when their grip slackened on her arms and legs.

She quickly broke free from them, and ran towards me.

They couldn't care less - they probably didn't even know she was gone.

I ran up to Epilogue as he clutched his head, screaming incoherently.

His hands shivered uncontrollably, reminding me of a fish out of water.

On the floor was one of his Silver-plated Desert Eagles.

I took it and ran away with whatever of my items I could take.

There was a golden flash at the corner of my eye, and Alicia appeared in front of me, her pose a fighting stance.

"Oh! Oh god! What!? I just helped you pleasedon'thurtme-"

I put my arms and items in front of my face and raised my leg, feebly trying to ward her.

"You're not hurting from earlier?" She asked, and I saw a look of concern for the injury she had caused earlier.

Her pose was merely cautionary, but I was hopped up on adrenaline, and literally abusing the phrase 'Mind over Matter' at this time.

"Screw that. I'm better off hurtin' than dyin'!" I said, running past her.

She smiled and followed me.

"What did you just do to them?" She asked, her pace slowed down to match mine.

"I just showed them a world of nonsense," I said. "That's gonna end soon though, since they only saw a picture."

Behind us, the vampires still could not tell what the hell was going on.

Alicia then ran ahead of me easily enough, pointing at lights in the distance.

As I said before, I'm not fit, so I was actually heaving and my chest was hurting from just running a few blocks.

Compound that with the fact that my side's bruise was really hurting like hell, despite the adrenaline buff I had boasted about earlier.

I had to stop.

"I'm really, really sorry, girl, but I can't run anymore," I said, sitting down on the ground.

"Our chances to survive increase if we split up. That way each of us can serve as a distraction for the other."

I then waved at her to leave.

"You and your distractions!" She said angrily, turning her head wildly to watch for our pursuers.

I explained that currently, she was slowing herself down to keep pace with me, and that this was the logical thing to do when I can't catch up with her anymore.

Besides, I knew they'd chase her with me being a secondary objective. (Well, I hoped they'd forgive me for what I did.)

I actually had my own plans to escape this situation, and I didn't want to show her my other tricks.

Then she did something I didn't expect.

She slid her tiny arms under my armpit, and under my knees.

Then she literally swept me off my feet, carrying me.

Thus, I present my case: that my dignity as a man was definitely, viciously beaten to death, murdered in cold blood!

And it was this girl, Alicia Min-hua, who perpetrated this heinous crime!

In front of my knight in shining silk, I just grumbled.

"Okay, Princess, we go my way. If you have any more tricks, use them now! My hands are busy, as you can see," Alicia said, taking a step forward.

She just keeps rubbing salt on my gaping wounds, doesn't she?

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled.

We began moving once more.

Even while carrying me, she was able to maintain that inhuman speed and grace from earlier.

Then behind us, I heard a shout and various profanities.

So I decided to become a marksman.

I focused on the gun I took from Epilogue the Sandman.

Desert Eagle : From the design, I figure it's a Mark VII. Effective range 50 meters. It seems this particular piece uses one of the largest, most powerful pistol calibers available: the .50 Action Express.

Silvery finish, most likely a custom job. The gun barrel's surface seemed soft enough to be actual silver. That will cause problems after continued use.

I released the box from the magazine, counting the bullets inside. I remembered that the previous user haphazardly discharged one bullet earlier. That left 5, because the 6th was already chambered.

"Hey, uh. What's with that glassy look in your eyes? It's creeping me out," said the girl, breaking my thought process for but a moment.

Just then, I sensed movement behind her. From a poorly visible area, a humanoid target, standing at about 1.7 meters entered view, about 200 meters away. He was running at what I judged to be an unnatural 20 meters per second, southeast of our position, heading northwest.

"Why are you mumbling? Just shoot him already!" She said, her voice rising with some urgency.

I drowned out her voice by slowly exhaling loudly, relieving tension from my hands. The girl's movements are erratic and difficult to match, but luckily wind is minimal to non-existent.

The man entered optimum range within 5 seconds. I anticipated his movement and was already locked in on his position. I aimed the gun slightly to the left of his central body mass, and squeezed the trigger.

The loud report knocked me back a bit, as I was not yet accustomed to the powerful recoil. Luckily the girl's arms were strong enough to address this.

I expected the bullet to miss the mark, since he made a last minute maneuver, displacing 5 meters to the right in a split second-

But then he fell over, missing a chunk of his shoulder.

Then I stopped trying to be a marksman.

"Whoa, this gun homes in on targets! I don't even need to aim or whatever! Literally just point and shoot! I'm keeping this for sure!" I exclaimed, a bit too excited for my own good.

"What the hell were you doing?" She asked. "You looked different, and were mumbling the entire time, so I thought you snapped or something."

I overdid my little roleplay session, it seems.

"I was pretending," I said cryptically. “Playing make believe.”

Before she could respond, gunfire erupted behind us.

Alicia gasped in surprise, her golden aura flaring a bit as she did.

I heard bullets whiz past us harmlessly.

Then I saw the other 3 goons following us, running with the same supernatural speed.

They were letting off shots once in a while, none of them hitting their mark.

Looks like they suffer from the Stormtrooper syndrome.

In their midst was a blur, too fast even for them.

"Bloody cunts! I'll fookin' gut you both!" I heard Epilogue's telltale quasi-south-english-australian-african accent.

I pulled up the gun I stole earlier, and fired wildly.

3 shots hit 3 unimportant mooks in the head, ending the sub-stage in an instant.

They fell over, hilariously flip-flopping and rolling violently due to their speed.

"You got them!?" My carrier asked over the grunts and screams.

"All but one," I said looking for the leader.

I found their main man zigzagging around, trying to approach us from unexpected angles.

Time for the boss fight.

Then he stopped and dashed straight towards us rapidly, covering the ground between in an instant.

I simply pointed my newly acquired gun at him and pulled the trigger.

Instead, my gun clicked, the next bullet failing to combust.

I tried again.

It clicked again.

Then the blur called Epilogue the Sandman was so close that I could make out his pasty face and it's features.

How does he keep his hat on while doing all that?

"Hah, sucks to be you, wanker! This particular set of guns can't fire at their owners!" I heard Epilogue shout. "A bit of security for thieves like you!"

"What? What did he say!?" Alicia turned back, trying to see what was going on.

We both saw him hold out his own pistol, aiming at my forehead.

Oh crap!

He pulled the trigger.

It clicked.

He angrily clicked the gun over and over again.

It just refused to fire.

Alicia turned away, laughing.

"I assume you didn't read the user manual," I told him, chuckling.

It seems that they can't fire at people who possess the same kind of gun, not something as vague as ‘ownership’.

I have his other gun in my hands, and I don't see his name on it.

"Think you're so clever, eh? Well how about this!?" He yelled. He aimed at Alicia, who now didn't realize what was going on.

Oh crap.

She just had to be carrying me!

I saw the following events in slow motion.

I could see him bare his fangs and slowly pull on the trigger.

There was a loud noise.

His face was brightly lit by the nearby golden flash...


Of headlights.


He was hit by a speeding car.

He screamed as he was dragged across the asphalt, his blood smearing all over the pavement.

The car stopped, and he flew a good distance before hitting a light post, bending it slightly before crumpling lifelessly on the pavement below.

With his face ground to a fine texture of asphalt and bits of flesh, I'd say he earned the nickname 'Sandman'.

This was also probably the Epilogue... of his life.

Probably.


One good thing after another.

This was too unnatural.


Suddenly, Alicia quickly jumped up so we could avoid notice.

In a flash, we were on top of a nearby building's rooftop - about 5 stories off the ground.

I clung to her like a scared cat.

I'm not very fond of heights.

We landed quite roughly, and I winced in pain as my bruise was quickly stretched and compressed.

Then suddenly, I realized that we weren't in the black haze anymore.

The dim office lights and bright street lamps returned, and we saw people once more.

I immediately got off her hands, and looked around quickly for a police car.

I didn't have to look far.

They had one of those Police checkpoints set up right below.

The policemen were already moving to investigate the 'accident' that had occurred a few blocks down.

I was just overjoyed to have survived that ordeal.

"Okay, fine. Let's go to my house," I told the girl, while watching the police below do their work.

"I'll at least hear you out," I then clarified my intent.


No response.


"Well?" I asked, turning around.

Art by ananagi


Behind me, I saw a black-haired petite young girl smiling weakly, her long-lashed, dark-brown eyes downcast.

Her fair skin, marred by countless cuts and bruises.

The girl's ruined red cheongsam, a golden dragon smeared with dirt and blood.

She tried hard to conceal a section of her abdomen that had a dark patch of blood, which was slowly growing.

Alicia was hunched over, barely standing up.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," she said so softly that it was almost a whisper.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed, going up to her and slowly setting her down.

He had pulled the trigger, and there was a discharge.

It was the same kind of gun as the one I had stolen.

It homes in on its targets.

Even vampires couldn't dodge it.

What more with her?

I looked over her small form, looking for the bullet wound.

It was very large, considering her petite frame.

I don't think she can survive missing a chunk of flesh this large.

She needs an ambulance - but at this rate, she's dead before the medical team even gets here.

I... didn't know what to feel.

I’m used to death.

I’ve caused death.

This girl tried to kill me just a while ago.

But images of that brown-skinned girl with the hidden left eye flashed in my mind, echoing similar circumstances.


“I hope this covers… everything I’ve done to you…” she said weakly.


The blood continued to flow, and I tried my best not to gag.

“How does this repay anything!? How can you say that!?” I asked angrily.

“You said… you don’t believe in luck… but I gave you as much of mine as I could.”

The golden flashes.

Setting the vampires up for my memetic spell.

The magical gun just happening to have that property.

Bullets whizzing past us harmlessly.

Finally, that abrupt resolution with the car.

Everything went too well, and things were resolved too conveniently.

“So… I ran out… for myself,” she explained.


But this is not how I wanted things to turn out!


“I could have dealt with the consequences! I told you that I didn’t need your luck!”

It was just like this back then.

“But… you’ll die… if I didn’t do that…"

It was the same circumstances, with different faces.

"Please… just keep my destiny… and see it through to the end,” she said, trying to smile.

It began to rain, making the memory all the more vivid.

I was holding a dying girl, and…

“I don’t need you to decide that for me! Stop arbitrarily deciding things when you don’t even-“

Images of that day flashed in my mind, echoing the wetness of blood and rain on my arms, and the endless drumming in my ears.

“- love me,” I almost said.

She and her were two different people, I kept reminding myself.

“- know me!” I snapped.

My vision went cloudy, as the rain fell and tears formed in her eyes.

“What was I supposed to do…? I’d rather have you have it, than them taking it from me…” she said pitifully.

“Then keep it! Keep it away from them yourself!” I held her now frail hand against my chest.

“I can’t! It’s not like I wanted to die here..! Especially not with a stranger…!” She gurgled.

“Listen kid,” I said, “I met you because I decided to go out late, and ignored the countless warnings I should’ve listened to. I decided to fight you, so we both got hurt and wasted time, inevitably meeting the vampires. I pissed them off, and that’s why they chased both of us… to this end.”

I grasped her hand tightly.

“So if you don't want to die, then don't die!"

She cringed from the pain.

“If you wanna live,” I choked on my own tears.

“Then live!”

There was thunder and lightning.

“I’m giving it back to you! The luck that kept me alive! The destiny you are supposed to fulfill!” I shouted at her. “I don’t want it!”

Lightning struck at that same moment.

“Take it from me!” I yelled.


She cried out loudly.


Then there was a roar from the heavens.

Suddenly, Her aura flared so brightly, that it seemed I was staring at the sun.

Horns of light erupted from her shimmering golden hair.

The girl's bloody, pale skin was rejuvenated, becoming smooth and supple.

Her eyes, now wide open, became yellow once more, with serpentine pupils.

The large bullet fell out of her wound, dropping on the floor.

Time seemed to work in reverse, as the blood stain on her dress became a tiny spot that eventually disappeared.

Torn silk knit itself back together, remaking the resplendent red and golden dragon dress from earlier.

She was already back on her feet.

“Th-this is impossible,” she said, looking at herself.

I looked at her, awestruck.

To imagine that 'destiny' could pull this off.

"How can such a powerful fate- Not even I..." She trailed off.

"Only you can change your own destiny," I muttered.

I remembered the words of countless people who had all told me the same message.

People who affected my life, and helped turn me into what I am.

The same reasons for my dislike of the idea of 'Fate'.

"What were you thinking?" She yelled, snapping me out of my stupor.

Her expression suddenly turned to horror.

I suddenly realized what she meant.

My memories were being changed.

My vision was becoming hazy.

I quickly looked at my abdomen.

There was no gun wound.


"Hah. There's no need to wor-"


There was a great pain in my chest, like my ribs were being crushed.

I stumbled, taking a few steps backward, then I fell completely.

I could only gasp and shout in pain.

She ran up to me.

"Hey! You okay!?" Alicia yelled, checking for injury.

Even on the ground, the pain would not stop.

It burned strongly now, like I was on fire.

I grit my teeth, seething with pain.

"What's wrong!?" I could hear her say.

I began to sweat profusely.

I closed my eyes, and my throat was already coarse from all that shouting.

"H-Hey! Please, answer me!" Her voice was but a distant echo now.

Then like a fevered delusion, I saw my life flash before me.

In a car, the figure of a dark-haired man in the driver's seat, his face obscured.

I'm sorry, Dad - for throwing away everything.

In a dark study, the imposing figure of a man in a brown greatcoat, his face obscured, with a white beard touching the ground.

I'm sorry, Master Rorian - for I could not complete the Great Work.

Then I saw a petite, brown-skinned girl in a white summer dress, with medium-length black hair, facing away from me.

'She' turned to me, her left eye covered by her wavy bangs.

"Please, don't leave without even telling me your name!" I heard a faint voice.

My name... the story of this man... has only one title.

"I am..."

Finally, I saw myself lying alone in a dark room, my eyes dull and lifeless.


"Another King!"


With a cry, everything went pitch black.



Saturday, July 7, 2012

PAOLO DRAGON 02


All the masks fell off.


In a dimly lit road, within the slumbering metropolis of Manila,

There were two people who met by chance.

One, a natural citizen of from the world of light...

... And the other, a denizen of the occult, the hidden world.


I was one of them.

The other one was a girl.

She stood behind me, no taller than 5'5" and wearing a chinese dress.

The girl also happened to have long golden hair and serpentine eyes.

Upon her head were horns made out of light.


"Old man, you can see me can't you?"

She tried to sound boyish by lowering her pitch, but that was definitely a girl's voice.

Frozen by fear and uncertainty, I stood my ground and remained silent.

The girl spoke again, breaking the silence carried over from the last chapter.


"Hey, fatty! I asked you a question."


This girl is rude!

I mean, admittedly, I had quite a belly.

It's not like I'm unconcerned about my weight!

I have multiple sedentary jobs that keep me out of shape!


"I have no idea what you're talking about," I answered without turning to meet her gaze.

“That’s a bunch of bull and you know it,” she said, uncharacteristically foul-mouthed for someone so young.

"Okay. Let's assume I can see 'you'. Is there something wrong with that?" I responded angrily, without looking behind me.

"There is!" She exclaimed. "I don't like being seen."

Then don't walk around looking like Chun Li in the middle of the night!

"Especially not by creeps like you," she continued.

I can't help it if 'creeps like me' are born with eyes, young lady.

I'm terrible with kids.

I'm also terrible with 'child-lovers'.

Thus, with no feasible solution or response, I walked away.


“What the- Hey! Come back here! That’s rude!” She yelled, dropping her low voice act.

Look who’s talking! I wanted to shout back.

But having seen all those glowy things on her, it made me think twice about making her angry.

Before I realized it, she was behind me in a split second.

I saw her floating in mid-air, fist raised.

So I ducked.

A swing and a miss.


"What's up with that? You got eyes at the back of your head?" She sneered at me.

"Sorry, excuse me," I replied, again without turning toward her.

I dashed away from my crouched position.

 "You're one of their agents, aren't you?!" She shouted behind me.

Between us, she’s the one more likely to be part of a weird, shadowy organization.

I don't want to be abducted and turned into a cyborg!


I was just about to take my fifth step when I saw her pale legs hover near the top of my sight.

They were followed by the red cloth of her dress.

Then the sparkling gold from all those metallic threads that made up its dragon design.

Her golden hair flowed in a twisting path, like a spiral streak of yellow light.

Regrettably, this was one of those cases where the animator conveniently shadowed out the garment (or lack thereof) that some viewers would have wanted to see.


She landed in front of me.

In a split second.

By leaping over me.

Now, I read comics, watch anime, and play video games all the time.

… And I know that a small girl (way smaller than me, that’s for sure!) flying over without even touching me is unnatural.

There was also something about the way she moved around.

I could only describe it as graceful and yet brutish at the same time.

Everything about her flowing motions ended in abrupt, straightforward violence.

Even her Kung-fu pose brought to mind fields of nuclear wastelands and torn shirts.

I swear I could see her crimson battle aura rippling out ever so slowly from her skin.

This was too much for me to bear!

Do I sound like a Battle Manga protagonist to you?


“What’s the hurry, old man?” She said coolly.

I’m in a hurry to get away from you, that’s what!

…and who’s the old man? I’m still only 23 years old!


Without making a sound, I quickly made another break for it.

Yet she moved with such agility that she swiftly outpaced me and blocked my path.

Whenever I’d step to one side, she’d mirror me, giving no escape.

Maybe I looked like a creepy man playing Patintero with a minor in the dead of night. (It's a Filipino street game which alternates between blocking someone's way and getting around someone blocking yours.)

If there was a witness, that could probably be enough to get me arrested.


“I don’t really know what you are talking about or why you are doing this, young lady. Please let me on my way.” I pleaded.

That was the truth.

“Heh, what’s with the running away, then? You gonna tell on your boss?” She snapped at me.

Tell him what?

That I’ll be taking the day off tomorrow because I was beaten up by a little girl?

My boss was the understanding sort though, so I probably would have gotten that day off.


“I am not who you think I am.” I said sternly, crossing my arms.

I was also using my big, authoritative, adult voice.

“I am not worth your time.” I continued, emphasizing on each word.

These weren't the droids you were looking for, either!

I hoped that my suggestion would work, seeing as I had been drilling it into her mind this entire time.


But she just had to be so stubborn.

I could hear the cracking of bone and sinew as she clenched her tiny fists.

With just that, I had already inferred her sentiment.

It was not mutual.

"Trying to get into my head won't work, dumbass.”

Oh snap! Looks like she's immune to Jedi mind tricks!

"Didn't they tell you anything about me?"

No, unfortunately, the world doesn't revolve around you.


Then she leaped forward, literally cracking the worn cobblestone beneath her with the sheer force of her kick off.

Her right fist was raised above her head, declaring straightforward intent.

No one wanted to be on the receiving end of that.

So I leaned to my left and ducked, weaving under her fist.

She missed.

But the attack didn't end there.

Her left foot had already left the ground, a split second after having just landed.

Oh crap, is this one of those overhead to low combos?

I tried to lean right, but I wasn't exactly athletic and fast enough to dodge it completely.

So I settled for raising my foot, narrowly avoiding contact with her whirling leg.

She missed again.

I quickly set that foot back down, since I had poor balance otherwise.

She was already spinning in place, and I had to lean backward to avoid getting her golden locks in my eyes.

Oh boy, it's gonna end with a side kick isn't it?

I was slightly disappointed when I saw her turn to unleash a fearsome left hook.

So I used the momentum gained from my step earlier to jump backward, leaning as far back as I could.

Her punch just barely grazed me...

And tore my beloved red jacket to tatters!


I crawled away from her, seeing as she was still regaining the momentum lost from that last punch.

Then I looked around quickly, hoping to see other witnesses of this absurd event.

Empty streets, cracked sidewalks and potted plants were my only sympathizers.

So much for Makati's finest.

As if reacting to my unspoken suffering, I heard a low chuckle coming from my aggressor.


"So you've shown your true self!" The girl stood up and pointed at me, shouting.

I then realized that bits of my belly were now visible from the holes and torn fabric of my shirt.

"You act scared, pretending to be 'blind' and powerless. But what was that just now!?" She asked.

That was me trying not to get hurt.

I pointed at the tatters on the ground.

"Girl, 'that' was my favorite jacket." is what I mustered up the courage to say.

"Okay, kid, the baby gloves are coming off," is what I really wanted to say.

See, I was trying to be civil here.

No one needs to see rudeness, bloodshed, violence, manslaughter or chi blasts in our neighborhood.

Deception and secrecy are the foundations of our modern society!

Walking around with your aura flared was just asking for trouble!

Oh well.

Since no one's looking anyway, I guess I could indulge her...

I gave her the scowl of contempt. (tm)

"I just wanted to go home, you know, and not get attacked by nor be accused of stalking little girls." I said sternly.

She was already doing that Bruce Lee hop-step stance, dancing in place.

I couldn't help but grit my teeth at her absurdity.


See, even if I seem to be treating this all as a joke,

I was truly afraid of her at the time.

Her potential for destruction was real.

If I took that last hit squarely I would have become nothing more than a buttery, red smear on the wall.

That golden aura about her, and her horns made her look like a demon.

A paradoxically heavenly demon.

Sorta like Seraphimon.


So there we were, having a Mexican standoff for a bit.

Reading each others future moves and having mental battles.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I was the only one using my computing faculties to have a mental battle, I don't know about her.

Once again, she led off with yet another question.

"So what are you? Who are you?"

My jaw dropped.

I put a hand to my forehead.

"Without knowing the truth, you accuse me of fraud. Without knowing the law, you judge me guilty." I muttered under my breath.

She was flustered by this, and tried her hardest to justify her obviously flawed reasoning.

"Well, yeah, I mean you can see me, right? They can see me too, and uh... they're fast and can dodge my punches. Normal people can't. They fly all over the place when I punch them and-"

Punching normal people?

Making them fly all over the place?

Where are this kid's parents!?

"There are so many things out there that can see their delicious cake, and eat it too, darling." I interjected sarcastically.

Admittedly though, I had no idea what she was either.

All I know is that she's a female supersaiyan or some close analogue.

"W-what!? You're implying I'm a cake in the same sentence as the word 'darling'! So you are one of them!"

What kind of logic is that?

Oh wait, thinking back on it, I admit that my train of thought wasn't exactly appropriate either.

Such unfortunate implications.

"...and your change in attitude! If you're not really a villain, you'd still be running away from me!"

Yes, then I'd die because you'd chase me with your super speed and punch me to death with your super strength.

"... or at the very least, screaming for help!"

Welp, she got me there.


"Okay, first of all, there are so many 'they's and 'them's and 'those'ses out there. What makes you think I'm in your particular category?" I ask informatively.

"Proximity," she answers.

Wow, that's a big word.

"Too bad, Makati has a lot of 'them's. You might as well go beat up a Jeepney driver if you're going for me."

I tried to diffuse her obsession with my pretend-mundane-ness.

"Look, kid. I can tell you haven't been long in... this... alternative lifestyle. But trust me, not everyone is out to get you."

She still has to watch out for everyone else, though.

"Anyone would freak out if they saw you the way I did. I'm just one of the few who didn't decide to get rid of you as soon as I saw you."

Others like me are quite common, actually.

They more commonly get rid of guys with the proclivity for such extreme measures.


"Huh, you speak like that..."

She smirked at me.

"... Pretending to be nice and all..."

She began to look at me with cold, serpentine eyes.

"But you've been trying to get into my head the entire time."

She sneered.

"I already told you that won't work!"

Her brows furrowed again, and she bared her teeth.


Okay, It's true - I've been trying to send her mental suggestions the entire time.

That never hurt anyone right?

Especially if they're good ideas!

I was only looking out for her well-being!

... After ensuring mine!


"Okay, I won't do that ever again, I promise." I said, holding my hands out to calm her down.

Instead, she took a step forward, and the ground below shook.

I stumbled a bit and began to back off.

She approached ever so slowly, and the mental image of that battle aura from earlier flashed in my mind.

That was my imagination's interpretation of it.

The actual aura flared so brightly that to stare at it too long was to invite blindness.



With a thunderous step, she surged forward with amazing speed.

It was a powerful, straightforward, lethal right punch.

Her fist came 5 centimeters close to the bridge of my nose...

... before utterly shattering the potted tree to my right.

I could sense her confused state with my mind...

... and I had read it on her wide eyed face.


I then ducked and rolled away to reposition myself.

You could say it was my feeble attempt to flee from her.

After I set myself up next to the sidewalk railing, she quickly appeared above, behind me.

Her right leg was right above my head.

And she sent the left crashing down.

She crumpled the metallic railing with just that thin leg!


"Okay. Now I know that I can't grapple with you," I said nonchalantly, already standing next to her.

She turned to me, eyes still livid with an unearthly ferocity.

"Fight me fairly, you monster!"

I'm not the person breaking public property.

But your mileage may vary...

"I am," I responded curtly.


She swiped at my head, which wasn't there anymore.

I had slipped around her before she even built her momentum.

When she realized this, I was already running towards a concrete wall.

She found herself punching it, causing small cracks to appear where her fists landed.

I was watching this spectacle from behind her.

She continued to wildly swing at me, instead breaking infrastructure provided by the city's beloved taxpayers.

This went on for about a minute.

All the while, I wondered: Why do the police never arrive when you need them? Don't we have a neighborhood watch? No concerned homeowners?

Come to think about it, I just noticed that the street lights were now dimmer.

... And her grunts and screams were becoming weaker.


Suddenly, she stopped.

She must be hurting after punching rocks and kicking walls repeatedly.

I was tired from just one minute of working out.

I really should cut down on the fried chicken.

The girl huffed and puffed, frustrated at her failure to hit an old fatty.

There were small cuts on her knees, knuckles, fingers and legs.

After a deep breath, I put my hands to my waist and gave her a smirk.

"Time for beddy bye bye?" I sneered.


She too smirked at me, her eyes showing a different emotion.

Besides anger, that is.

It's too bad, really; wrinkles don't suit someone so young and so fair.

"I figured out what you're doing!" She said.

Well, about damn time, I thought.

"... how you're evading all of my blows!"

Hm. I didn't expect that.

"Your movement! You're falsifying your body language!"

Eep. She figured that one out?

I better give her a medal for overlooking the obvious to get such small details.


But it's true, it helps.

A lot of human interaction depends on understanding and interpreting visual cues and signals produced by one's movement.

In daily life, face-to-face communication is relayed and interpreted with a lot of context stemming from facial expressions and hand positions.

For Martial Artists, body language is just as, if not more, important.

An enemy's shoulder movement gives away which hand he's using to strike.

The rotation of his hips tells a person the direction of his blow.

A leg raised, a fist held back, a foot stepping to the right... These are all clues for what comes next.

I just give out false movement, creating the illusion of intent.

Anyone would just call it a feint, except I'm feinting the entire battle.

Those who pay too much attention to my movement and anticipate my next moves will create their own illusions.

Positions I'm implying I'd reach.

They'd attack false openings, created for my own convenience.

But that's not all of it.

That's not enough to match her speed or avoid the raw destruction of each her blows.


"Oh no! You figured me ooooouuuut!" I say, looking as scared as I can be.

My singsong voice betrayed my purpose.

I should have just knocked her out quickly, since she's now tired from all that self-inflicted beating.

"Shut up, you!"

She pointed at me with her bruised right hand.

"Everything about you is deceptive, underhanded, fake, and gay!" she screamed.

That particular phrase she said is hard to forget.

"There's no doubt that you are a denizen of the night!"

I don't associate with denizens of the night.

Not on purpose, anyway.

"My name is Alicia Min-hua! I hide nothing of my Destiny!" She finally exclaimed.

'Alicia' began to take esoteric martial art stances.


Oh my, a final attack?

I underestimated this one.

People who shout their names in battle are a rare breed nowadays.

Alicia's hands flowed in front of her chest, calling to my mind a serpentine fish swimming gracefully.

I wish that she at least made afterimages with her hands when she did this.

Then I wouldn't regret being on the recieving end of such a cool move.


"Chi'en!" 


She yelled, and shone brightly.

The girl jumped impossibly high into the air, and I wondered if anyone would see this.

No one? Are we in a shadow world?

Chinagirl had gone far enough into the sky that all I could see of her was her whirling golden hair.

As for me, I made sure I was scarce.

I'm not stupid enough to stay and hear the end of a monologue for a finisher I'm about to recieve.

Then the sky flashed brightly, like a lightning bolt hitting close to home.


"Jumping over the Dragon Gate!"


Another cry from the heavens.

I looked up and saw her accelerating towards me.

Her hair was wildly flowing now, her aura crackling with energy.

She was releasing golden shards of light, shaped like scales.

... And I could hear a loud roaring noise as she made her descent.

At the fore of her attack, her legs were dazzling, wrapped with spiraling golden energy that ended in sharp points.

I calculated her movement in my mind, surmising that she was headed to a spot on my left.

Then I realized too late that she was going to hit really close to my actual position.

So I quickly moved out of the way.

... and then the impossible happened.


"Jiu - Si : Tantiao Long!"


She screamed the name of her finishing blow.


Then I tripped.


I didn't 'just' trip.

I stepped on a crack, which instantly expanded as the ground beneath it slightly crumbled.

My toes slid inside the new small hole, caught in it.

Then my momentum continued to carry me forward in a new direction.

... Towards the center of her attack.

I could already see, in my mind, her leg utterly pulverizing my spine.

I could feel the heat from all that light she was generating.

I could tell that I would be replaced by an explosion in the next frame.


For such a random mishap of chance to occur at the worst moment!

For I to have fallen into the worst possible place!

It was as if the world itself conspired to end my story!

I could see the headlines now:

"Excessive vandalism! Man killed by crazy little kung fu girl!"


But it was not meant to be.


The attack instead brutally zipped past me, a few inches from my right shoulder.

My bag's strap was torn by her kick, and it fell on the ground, depositing its contents on the cobblestone sidewalk.

The power of the blow caused a small crater to erupt where her feet landed.

Stones had flown out all over the place, one particularly large chunk hitting me squarely on my right flank.

Luckily it didn't break any ribs.

Instead, it just gave me a nasty contusion.

The pain caused me to fall completely face first on the ground, clutching my side.


The girl then flipped me over, probably to check if I had any more will to fight.

I saw stars of many colors.

That is such a strange pattern to have.

Although, remembering it's wearer, such a kiddy design shouldn't really surprise anyone.

She was standing over me, and it was the first thing I could focus my eyes on.

The thought of news articles with the heading : "Paolo Cavanza, convicted for Pedophilia" flashed in my head, so I shut my eyes.


She exhaled loudly after looking me over, and walked off.

I saw her lean down to check my things in the bag.

She's probably thinking I got some high level loot.

In some ways she'd be right.

But that stuff is useless to her, as far as I'm concerned.

She looked over my sketch pad, and my folders, and my notebooks.

"What's this? Where's your weapon? How do you contact your brethren?" She asked, frustration apparent in her voice.

The only incriminating things you'll find in there are my attempts to start a doujin circle!

Oh, wait, I better stop her before she decides to show them to the wrong people.


She suddenly ran up to me and roughly opened my mouth, probing inside with her fingers.

It was not as nice as some people would have thought it would be.

Consider the fact that she was force feeding me asphalt and mud.

"You don't have fangs, you're not a bloodsucker!"

Oh, so that kind of 'them'.

I can see why she's so riled up.

I pushed her as strongly as I could to get off me.

Then, I spat out her filth.

Finally, I tried my hardest, through sheer mental fortitude, to get back on my feet.


"Yeah, happy now? Now leave me alone. I'm not gonna get in your way, like I've been saying over and over and over..."

It was my unspoken rule to get out of a problem with as minimal hangovers as I can.

I usually offer to forget things first.

"But you could be their servant! They've had thralls and... people... who pose as trustworthy folk..." She trailed off.

I could sense her reluctance to continue with this line of discussion.

But I had run out of shit to give at this point.

Getting beat up by a crazy Kung Fu girl with laser horns does that sometimes.


I walked towards my stuff.

She just watched me as I leaned over to slowly pick up my things.

"See for yourself! I'm nothing! I'm no one! Now leave me alone!" I yelled at her.

I then threw some of my crappy drawings and old notebooks at her feet.

She just stared, with an expression of disbelief and guilt.


I noticed her lean down to pick up one of my drawings.

She was interested in a portrait of a dark-skinned girl, with wavy, medium-length hair covering her left eye.

Oh, it was one of my sketches of 'her'.

I should have thrown it away.

It reminds me of things I should have forgotten by now.

Alicia's face changed after she looked over my work.

I'm not that good of an artist, so what's with that look?

Will she also take issue with the quality of my art?

The girl demurely handed back my junk to me.


"W-well, then let me say I'm sorry," she said, trying to look and sound mature.

I noticed she was showing off a bit more of her leg as she said this.

"Bring me to your house." She blushed, while looking to the side.

I've seen them more than enough, thank you.

"No," I answered curtly, tearing apart the scandal-bearing newspapers in my head.

She was genuinely shocked with my response.

Then she turned her gaze downwards, ashamed of herself.

Seeing as she left me be, I resumed the stuffing of my bag with my stuff.


But when I turned to her to see what she was doing, she was already bowing deeply on the ground, dirtying her fancy dress even further.


"Please, I'm sorry!" She said, exasperated.

"If you're not with them, then I really need your help!" She said. "Please take me with you, I'll repay you forever!"

She looked really pitiful now, as opposed to her entire crazy warrior chic just earlier.

I am not a fan of slice of life/comedy/romance shows where a girl becomes part of a lonely guy's life.

I hate those shows.

Also, a fugitive hiding from vampires?

Man, I have enough issues to deal with.

You don't see me whining about them!


"'No' means 'no'," I told her.

She snapped her face up at me to speak, but I stopped her.

"You wanna fight me again? Go ahead. You'll be no different from other 'denizens of the night' you so hate."

She shut her mouth as I continued to speak.

"I'll probably haunt you after I hemorrhage to death from all these internal injuries. You should be thankful I'm just leaving it at this, despite all the medical expenses I have to pay."

No healthcard could ever cover what I just went through.

Not without extenuating the circumstances.


"I can pay, okay!?" She yelled, her voice now coarse.

"I already said I don't want your body," I said angrily.

"No, I mean if it's just riches, a good long life, true love... I can give you that!" She shouted, blushing brightly.

"I don't think you're old enough to get married," I said sullenly.

"No! that's not what I mean!" She said, still blushing. "I mean I can give you that luck... that destiny!"

Destiny?

I hate that word.

But I won't expound on it, since we're nearing the end of this chapter.

"Not interested. Luck and Destiny sound as shady as the people who throw those words around," I said, turning away.

She grovelled on the ground, crying.

"Please! You don't know what they want from me! What they've done to my family to get it! I'm willing to give all that to you just so they can't..."

Like I said, not my problem.

I have a hospital to visit.


"I don't want any of your luck or your destiny. I don't need them," I said, turning away.

But to think that a superpowered being would ask for my help after beating me up?

"If anything, you probably need it more than me," I said callously.


"Oy, that's a shame then!"

art by Ananagi


I heard a man's voice from the darkness.

The girl got back on her feet, standing behind me.

I could feel her long hair roughly brushing against my exposed side.

She was standing so close to me, already forgetting that she had called me a 'monster' before.

I looked around, and saw why even she was scared.

I had just realized it now.

We had taken our sweet time just sitting around when we could have just left for a night at McDonald's or something.

The street lights were all off.

The entire area permeated a black haze.

There was no sound to be heard for miles around.

Not even the cool breeze of the wind.

Just the beating of two hearts, and no one else's.


I could make out five silhouettes, standing in various places not meant for pedestrians.

They were all unnaturally slim, yet their upper bodies and waists all suggested masculine builds.

The source of the voice was a fair-skinned man in a beige outback hat, standing on a lightpost.

He had dirty brown-ish blond hair, small squinting blue eyes, and his cleft chin was rugged.

Two silver-plated Desert Eagles were holstered on each side of his fancy belt, which a huge skull buckle.

His overall look was black on top, and brown at the bottom. On his hands were open-knuckled black leather gloves.

The man was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and a gaudy, shiny black vest with silver chains running across his chest.

His worn jeans and long boots were brown.

This guy probably worked for the Chippendales once.



"We're here to collect, madame," he continued, winking at her.

This guy was their leader.

Well, he looked like it.

Everyone else looked like generic Cullen wannabes.

Except these guys were not pale enough to sparkle - they had tanned, darker skin - the local flavor.


Alicia loudly whispered behind me.

"Epilogue... the Sandman!"


This was going to be a long night.



Saturday, June 30, 2012

PAOLO DRAGON 01


FIRST PRESENTATION:

CHAPTER 1 - PAOLO DRAGON





It was a humid and warm night in Metropolitan Manila.

It was just another typical day in this country.

But for others, it was the Chinese New Year of 2012.

The year of the Dragon.

Apparently, I was born in the year of the Dragon 24 years ago.

This year is supposed to be an auspicious time for me.

But I never put much stock in Horoscopes.

I'm also not particularly keen in keeping with Chinese Traditions.

So, little did I know that I was about to come across the 'great fortune' that was my birthright.


I worked really late into the night, until even the bright light of the city was reduced to the orange glare of street lamps and dim glimmers from nearby buildings.

I really don't remember what I was doing; maybe I was working on a small video game, or some kind of animation to be put on those little website banners.

Anyways, my work isn't really that interesting.

Soon I realized that it was way past midnight already, and I really had no reason to stay any longer.
After checking out with the security guard, I stepped out of my small office.

I was about to board the elevator, and was slightly surprised that someone else was inside at this time.

As the doors opened, I noticed a woman standing in the corner.

She was a foreigner of the western sort, with wavy auburn hair, fair skin, green eyes, and freckles.

She had an average build, and though she looked a bit older than me, she didn't leave a bad impression.

But she just had to almost beat me in terms of height, standing at about 5'10".

If she were any taller, I'd be quite annoyed. (I'm proud of being a big, in this case tall, fish in a small pond!)

The woman was wearing a blazer with the whole formal professional office-lady look in dark blue colors. 
Her overall 'look' was completed with one of those no-spill coffee tumblers in her right hand, and some files and folders under her left armpit.
I then soon realized that she was also looking at me intently.

Oh, how embarrassing.

I didn't want her thinking I was checking her out or anything.

So, I averted my gaze and went inside.

“Sorry, excuse me.”

It's one of my overused phrases.

Though considering where I live, it's probably seen just the right amount of use.

There was an awkward silence as the doors closed.

On the reflective metal of the shutters, I saw her still looking at me.
 Now she knew I was looking at her reflection as well.
“You work here?”

Right when the doors shut completely, she asked a question.
I was caught off-guard, surprised with her casual gesture.
“Uh... Err... Yeah,” I answer, unprepared.
“Hm. There were other offices still open at this time? I thought they'd be closed.”
She continued to press on with conversation.
It made me wonder if she was setting me up for something bad later. 
“Well, it's not the first time we got guys working till 12 midnight...” I half-lied.

Most of the time, my colleagues stay over late to play some Dungeons and Dragons or something.
Although this group was full of Elven G.I.R.L.s (Guys in real life), I would have considered sticking around with them at this hour if I had no other commitments.
Yes, I am a masochist like that.
“Oh, that explains the group of noisy guys I saw the other night!” She quickly interjected.
Then I remembered that before I left work today, those same guys were in our makeshift meeting room, playing Magic the Gathering.
Ah, I've played with magic once.
I just don't have the time or resources nowadays to deal with it's consequences.
“Also, If I remember correctly, there's an outsourced telemarketing agency on the 23rd floor,” I continued.
“Yeah! That's where I'm from. Usually this building's empty at around that time,” she said.
So she's here because of one of those 'call centers', most likely as a supervisor or the 'home' company's representative in this particular region.
I don't mind these foreign-generated professions - they help our country's needy economy anyway.
Some other people would argue this or that against the concept of a country's workforce conforming to outsider demand, but those guys'll be far behind by the time they figure out that this changing world doesn't give a damn about what they think.
“I usually get only security guards, janitors and our people in the car,” she continued, breaking me out of this train of thought.

“You're with them, right? Those noisy guys?” She finally asked.

“Erh, yeah, I think,” I answered.
Although I sometimes hang with them, I'd rather not be associated with them in things other than work.
I guess they're cool guys, though.
My boss (who also happens to be the dungeon master) offered to have me sleep over at the office today because he was worried about me going about at this time. 
He kept going on about how going out at this time was dangerous, even in the 'republic' of Makati City, with its strict policemen and absurd ordinances.
That's Filipino hospitality for you - though it is mixed with a bit of geeky, needy companionship.
Then she spoke up again. 
“You, I mean your organization, makes games, right? They were speaking in Filipino the entire time, but I could hear some English words like 'shooters', 'Starcraft' and 'platformers'. They probably also talked a bit about D&D. People still play that nowadays?”

I didn't expect a conversation like this.

It's not that I haven't spoken with westerners before, it's just that the ones I see in this building tend to just leave me alone.

So I don't mind them, either.

I just say "Excuse me" or "Sorry" if I ever inconvenience them, and that's that.

“Oh yeah! How rude and silly of me to have taken up your time without introducing myself.”

She held out her opened right hand.
Subconsciously, I searched her outreached hand for a ring, but there was none.
I surmised that she was single.
Then I quickly realized that this was an indicator of my age, and I was saddened by this fact.
“I'm Heather Andrea McDougall, a Consultant for Annette-Qeptis Telecommunications. My nickname is Heather. You are?”

I reluctantly reached out my right hand, then I realized I hadn't clipped my nails.
Also, it was dry, with skin peeling off, yet it was sweaty at the same time! 
I stopped reaching it out halfway out of shame, but she took it before I could react, and gave me a firm handshake.

“Er, I'm Paolo Cavanza. Artist and Programmer. I go by Paolo,” I said nervously.

“Nice to meet you, Paolo!” She replied with a smile.

I tried to smile too, but it's not something I can pull off if it's not natural.

“I like your hairstyle by the way,” she commented.

Oh yeah, I have this pompadour thing going on, since my hair is so thick and I keep forgetting to visit a barber.

I don’t use hairspray or anything, I just kinda stroke and comb it into place every few minutes.

Otherwise my hair is a disaster.

“It reminds me of Elvis,” she continued.

All those Gakuran-wearing juveniles from the 70s and 80s were going for that look.

Their adventures were the secret guilty pleasures of my childhood.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” I reply, smiling to myself.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened right at that moment.

Ground Floor.

“Yeah... Uh, This is my stop,” I said, snapped out of her flattery earlier.

“Oh, don't let me stop you. My car's in the basement,” she said.

A car, huh.

That's something I can have only in my dreams.

“Okay. Good bye,” I said, quickly, walking out of the elevator.

“Bye, Paolo!” She said in that cheerful singsong voice of hers.

It's probably because they have to sound nice and friendly all the time at work.

...But it's weird to see strangers in real life use it on you for inane conversation.

She wasn't trying to sell me anything, was she?

Just in case, I checked my wallet.

Nothing new here. 
Nothing lost either.

That puts all my unfounded worries of hypnotism, subconscious manipulation and scamming to rest.


“Hm.”

I walked out of the building's front door, and into the bright orange lights of the city.

Immediately the humid, polluted air of the city greeted my senses, slightly alleviated by the rush of a cold breeze.

Summer was coming up though, so that coldness would change very soon.

I started walking briskly, hoping that the wind would cool me off the entire trip.
The streets, once bustling with people, were now sparsely populated, save for the usual night crowd at the Seven-Elevens and rival convenience stores. 
Something at the back of my head nagged me to stay over at the office and not go home. 
There were delicious, grease-filled fastfood joints nearby to make the Dragonslaying session more bearable anyway!
While tempting, I instead stared down at my sinful belly and reminded myself of my penitence.
After I rounded the corner, leaving the familiarity of my building's avenue, the roads became even more quiet.
It felt like I had entered a ghost town.
Sure, I encountered a few workers on the road; both blue and white collar types.
But the underpasses made for pedestrian crossing were eerily empty.

It’s like a ripe set-up for a monster to pop out from the empty glass billboards and their faded posters.

I was eyeing the janitor rooms and the corners of the hallways, but both were too well lighted for any hidden threats.

Well, I gotta admit that the underpasses were unnaturally a sterile white without human traffic.

That could have contributed to my tension.

Or it was probably my unneeded attempt to spice things up in my dull, dreary lifestyle.

Really, I should have known better.

I silently commended the effort of the janitors as I walked up each flight of stairs leading back to the roads.

Then, I eventually found myself in a dimly lit section of road devoid of traffic – human and automobile.

I found this a little strange, but for some reason I paid it no heed.

I just walked along this road absentmindedly, since it was the quickest way for me to get to the bus terminal.

Again, a poor decision.


Then I saw her.


Walking towards me was a lithe young girl, with fair skin and long, silky black hair.

She looked like a Mestiza, particularly one with Chinese blood…

- Which I inferred from her red Cheongsam dress, with a shiny golden Dragon emblazoned in front.

Also, her eyes were small, but not as proportionally small when compared to mine.

Only an eighth of my ancestry is Chinese.

… And I have a wide face.

Despite this, her dark brown eyes were attention-grabbing, and her lashes were long and black.

Though that could be attributed to her make-up, particularly that oriental red dash at the corners of her eyes.


I wondered what would prompt a young girl to walk alone, wearing such attention grabbing clothing in the middle of the night.

Was there a Cosplay Convention I wasn’t informed about!?

That would be disappointing if it was near the place I worked.

I would have definitely gone out earlier if there was such an event.

- But considering the time, it would most likely be over!





Of course, I kept these inane thoughts to myself as I nonchalantly walked past her.

Then in that moment, I realized something was wrong.

I blinked.

Then I saw ‘her’.

… Or more specifically, the pair of strange, forking, twisted light that suggested horns upon her head.

They rested upon her long, radiant golden hair.

She shone brightly, with all the warm colors of the sky.

Her small eyes had long golden eyelashes, and dazzling yellow irises.
The pupils in each eye were vertical sharp-ended slits, giving the mental suggestion of her being of a serpentine nature. 

I shouldn’t be able to see spirits.

I’m not that special yet.
I shouldn’t be able to see ghosts either.

Of that much I was sure.

Then what the hell was she?


If I turned to look a second time, I was certain that I would see the same things I saw earlier.

I was frozen by fear, but I forced myself to continue walking.

With a supreme effort, my face remained as it was before, betraying nothing of my realization.

I didn’t want her to know.

I’ll leave her alone, and she’ll leave me be.

That’s the way it has always been.



“Hey, old man.”

But this time, it was different.


“You can see them, can’t you?”

I stopped, frozen by her words.


“You can see me, can’t you?”

... And with that, all the masks fell off.



GRAPHIC LINEART BY PAOROU-SAMA AND DIGITALLY TREATED BY ANANAGI
THANK YOU TO ANANAGI FOR THE SITE LAYOUT AND OPENING GRAPHICS THUS FAR!




Sunday, June 24, 2012

Introduction


Albedo Act 1

HIKARIMONOGATARI




You may be wondering who I am, and what this story is about.

At this part of the story, My name really isn't important,

and while I could go nameless from here on out, it would be rude for you readers.

You may call me Paolo.

It's really quite a generic name, especially here in the Philippines.

Who am I? 

I am just a mundane artist one with various talents and skills. (It's one of the few aspects of my persona that I am proud of)

I work for a small advertising company, and sometimes I am hired by other smaller studios and workshops.

My line of work requires me to stay out late and commute home, since I don't have much of an income.

One of the routines I go through every day is a long walk from my office to a specific bus stop.

That long walk from work had always been peaceful for me, until recently.

Not that it was uneventful; the city's nightlife and the bustling rush of the commuters consistently kept one company in Manila.

It was this sense of normalcy and the presence of other ordinary folk that gave me peace of mind.

The presence of other people...

There was a sense of certainty in the complete and utter chaos of strangers and their indifference to everyone around them.

I could truly say I was alone, isolated from the rest of the world. 

I was safe.

No one was out for me.

For in that nameless crowd, I knew that I didn't matter to anyone.

That worked for me.

That's the way it has always been since I began my work, and I intended to keep it that way.

Yet, one night, I made a foolish mistake.

I divorced myself from that crowd, the shroud of anonymity created by the modern world.

I broke from the norm, the calculated chaos to which I had subjected myself.

Working late, and traveling home at night, is really a dangerous practice.

Even in a cosmopolitan place like Makati, roads can get dark. 

Really, really dark.

The streets at this time have much less activity than people expect.

Even a cosmopolitan place like Makati can become a ghost town. 

The presence of 'other' people has a different meaning in such circumstances.

It's the first lesson I was taught when I entered this hidden world.

It's the first lesson taught to children about the night.

"Stay away from the night and its denizens."

Though mankind seems to have overcome the 'night', many have forgotten the true meaning of that warning.

Our primal fear of the primordial darkness.

The shadow of the unknown.

Enemy predators in the dark.

 "Them". 


On that fated night, a dark fear long hidden within myself was reawakened.

On that fated night, the world conspired to set a series of events in motion.

On that fated night, I had to face the light of truth once more.


I use the word 'fated' here, with a begrudging acceptance, for I am someone opposed to the very notion of destiny.

This story is about darkness, fate, and light.






Sunday, June 10, 2012

Upcoming Attraction



It was a humid, warm and bright night in Makati.

It was just another typical day in this country.

But for others, it was the Chinese New Year of 2012.

The year of the Dragon.

Apparently, I was born in the year of the Dragon 24 years prior.

This year is supposed to be an auspicious time for me.

... But I never put much stock in Horoscopes.

So, little did I know of the 'great fortune' I was about to come across.



She shone brightly, with all the warm colors of the sky.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Another King




Once upon a time, a young man lived with his peasant parents in a small farm bordering the kingdom and the wilderness. The young man was restless and clever, but he had bouts of laziness. He saw no future in endlessly tilling the fields.

One day, he told his parents, "Father, Mother, I am tired of working every day just to give the fruits of my work as a tithe for the kingdom. I want to seek my fortune elsewhere."

"The king is a good man, and we live a good life." Said the mother. "We are able to eat our own share, which is no meager amount. When our enemies appear, we can hide in his walls and his soldiers serve to protect us. The world beyond the wilderness is a lawless and scary place."

"Then there must be another king like him, or one even better out there. Surely the world is not as small a place as you make it to be." The son answered.

"Yes, there is another king." The father replied. "In the wilderness just outside the king's castle, there is a great and terrible monster. The legends call him the king of the dead kings, for all his riches come from dead men. He lives in a cave at the mouth of the river of souls. It's said that to gaze into the river is to lose your soul, and that is why no one has ever travelled upon it and lived."

"However, the very same legends say that the king of the dead is a gracious host, and that his kingdom is a paradise." The father continued.

"Then I shall seek this king and his paradise of a kingdom." The son said, sensing adventure and excitement.

His parents tried their best to dissuade him from this foolish quest, but the son was adamant. No matter how much they plead for him to stay and keep the things he had, he packed up his things and left.With him, he took a hand mirror, a knife, a torch along with some flint and tinder, some food, and a cloak with a cowl.

As he entered the wilderness, he realized too late that the sky was getting dark. The young man decided to rest for the night, and made a fire to warm himself. However, he was not used to camping, and the fire made a lot of smoke. As the young man worked to put out the fire, a brown rabbit came out from the underbrush to escape the choking fumes.

"I'm sorry, little one, for almost killing you." The young man said. "Here, have some of my food and be on your way."

As soon as he gave the food, the rabbit spoke, "You are a fool, but you have a good heart."

"Listen well, young man. By some twist of fate, you have brought everything you need to reach the kingdom of the dead kings. Tonight, you will find a boatman who will ferry you across the river of souls. Do not look into his eyes, but take the key on the rope tied around his neck. Open the gate, then wear the cloak and cover your head with the cowl. Then, your cleverness and foolish bravery will be your guide."

With that, the brown rabbit ran away and disappeared. The young man, still flustered at the notion of a talking rabbit, pondered its meaning.

He decided to look for a river. Soon, he found a dock on a riverbank shrouded in mist. The young man passed by an old beggar along the path going there. Curious as to why a beggar would be all the way out here, he slowly approached the wretched figure.

To the boy's horror, the pitiful old man had empty eye sockets. As the boy scrambled away from the horrendous sight, he bumped into a similarly eye-less woman with dirty dress, and messy hair. she screamed at him to turn back and run away. The old beggar realized that someone was there, and began to plead for help.

The boy ran away from them both, heading for the dock. There he found a simple looking but elegant black boat, which seemed to float upon the fog that obscured the river. Upon it was a boatman dressed in white, whose back was turned to the young man.

"I will bring you to the kingdom of the dead kings. However, do know that my price is steep." The boatman made a beckoning gesture to the young man. "Get aboard, boy, whether you pay it now or later has no bearing - I will claim it all the same."

The young man hopped aboard the boat, and they travelled down the river. The boy noticed that he could not see the waters of the river through the thick fog. It was then the youth remembered the rabbit's words, so he pulled out his hand mirror and looked at the reflection of the boatman's visage. He saw empty black holes where the man's eyes should have been. The boy realized that the boatman had no eyes, and that the boatman's holes were probably related to the blind people earlier. When he looked a little lower, he saw a golden key dangling around his neck, hanging from a straw rope.

Then, the boat stopped at another dock, where a great, ashen gate overlooked the river. "We are here, boy. Now look here so I can claim my dues." The boatman beckoned blindly, not realizing that the boy was looking at him through the mirror. The boy pulled out his knife and cut the boatman's neck, severing the key from the hangman's noose.

The boatman screamed, and fell into the river, grasping at his open throat. the boy took the key from the boat's wooden flooring, and ran towards the ashen gate. A great wailing echoed from the river, and the boy knew he was being pursued. He never once turned back.

When he got to the gate, he jammed the key into the slot, and shook it wildly. He felt the cold hands of death as an approaching breeze. In the nick of time, he heard a click, and the gates swung open. He ran into the darkness, no longer thinking of what dangers may lie ahead.

The gate shut close behind him, and he could hear a great many voices cursing his name. They began to grow fainter as he ran farther away from the gate. Then there was silence, and the lonely winding path that led deeper into the earth.

As the path widened, he was met with an awesome sight.Golden coins, jewels, thrones, crowns and intricately decorated arms of all types greeted him. The youth was looking at a large cavern, with treasures as far as the eye could see. It was like a golden kingdom underneath the earth; a city of gold and wealth. In the distance, he spied a large fortress made of jewels and golden bricks. He decided to explore that first.

As the young man walked through the impossibly gargantuan underground city, he realized that he was the only person there. It was then he remembered the rabbit's words, and he quickly donned his cloak and his cowl. He made sure that his face was covered by shadow.

Then the boy entered the golden palace. He immediately caught sight of a massive golden dragon, sleeping upon a pile of countless treasures in what seemed to be a throne room. He quietly came closer to inspect the creature, when it's reptilian eyes suddenly burst open.

"This is my kingdom, where the dead have their place! I have devoured those arrogant enough to show me their face!" It roared at him.

The boy was frozen in fear.

The dragon examined the human, as if pondering the taste of its next meal. It stopped when it noticed the cowl, and the fact that it couldn't see the interloper's face. It grinned a toothy dragon grin.

"It seems you have interesting circumstances, stranger." It then eyed the young man. "Of all the places you could be, why here, I wonder?"

The youth looked at the dragon, who went back to lazing on its treasures. He noted that its eyes were still stuck intently on him. "Are you the king of this place?" The young man mustered the courage to ask.

The dragon laughed, then spoke once more. "I might as well be. No one else is alive to say otherwise." It continued,"You must be a human, asking about kings. Only your kind is concerned about that sort of thing."

The young man then realized he had no further instruction from the rabbit, and was puzzled by this turn of events. He looked around and thought hard about why he had come here. After a short pause, the youth came to a decision.

"So no one really owns this place, right?" The boy said, sitting on a discarded throne. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind another king living here."

"And who would this king be? You?" The dragon was amused. "Very well, for someone so clever, how about a wager?"

"I've been living quite contently for some time now, and frankly, you should be thankful I let you live long enough to leave this place." It explained. "The wager is simple: I want you to complete one task in front of me. If you fail, I will eat you. If you succeed, I will recognize you as 'another' king. Do you accept these conditions?"

The young man nodded.

The dragon invited the traveller to ride upon his back, and he was brought all over the empty kingdom. "As you can see, I own every single thing here. I want you to pick one thing in this kingdom that I am not willing to give you. If you pick something I am willing to give away, then I will eat you."

Then the dragon thought for a bit. "But since you are amusing to watch, I will give you three chances. You maykeep and own anything I give you as a result of this wager. It would be pointless, though, since you'll be in my stomach by then."

The young man thought for a while and looked around. He pointed at a beautiful set of armor. "Ah, that armor is magical. It is said to protect the user from a single deadly blow. I killed its original owner while he was not wearing it. Thus, it is useless to me. You may keep it."

The boy wore the armor and asked to be brought to an armory he had seen on the way to the dragon's fortress. The Dragon assented and brought him there. Swords and weapons of all shapes and sizes hung on trophy racks, and some were scattered on the ground.

The young man saw a large sword encrusted in red crystal. He asked the dragon if he could take that. "That sword was used by a knight to slay various monsters, that their blood crusted over the blade and the collection became an enchantment in its own right. I killed the wielder by dropping some large stones on him, though, so he never got the chance to use it."

So the young man took the sword and he faced the dragon.

"This is your last chance, boy."

The young man exclaimed, "Then, dragon, I shall claim your life. If you are willing to give it to me, then yield! If not, then I have won the wager, and I am willing to enforce the terms of our deal!"

The boy brandished his newfound sword. It reflected the crimson light emitting from his magical breastplate.

The dragon grinned and laughed. "Clever as I expected! But boy, I never planned to let you have anything from here. I will allow no such thing as another King!" The dragon flew upward and buffeted the boy with the wind from his wings.

"You may take my life, provided I don't devour you first!"

The dragon flew in circles above the young man. The boy turned to look for a shield, and he hid behind it as the dragon swooped past. The boy swung at the dragon's wings, and caused a light wound.

The dragon roared and snapped at him, catching the boy's arm in his mouth.The boy was dragged upwards, his arm nearly severed at the shoulder.However, the armor's enchantments saved him from a quick death.

The man yelled with all his might and stabbed the dragon in the eye. The enchantment of the sword killed the dragon instantly. As the boy emerged from the crash, he looked over his new Kingdom.

"There was Another King. Now, he is the only King."

And no one was there to oppose him.