Memories of the past flooded her deranged mind. The happy face Annie whenever Beth had candies for her and the child would run to her and hug her as thank you. And the shy look of Luther when he abashedly accepted the car toy she gave him. Or the smile to ears of Martin when he held in his arms the latest manga of Naruto as her present when she had an interview in Japan.
Beth was their aunt as well as the person who knew their favorites more than their parents did. Even if busy, she would call them one by one every week to have a chat. If her time were hectic, she would still find a few minutes to hear their voices.
They were the closest to a family she never had.
In those maddening times, their words kept her sane, and their wishes and blessings kept her going. When she was so sad about being alone and no one to talk to, the sweet voice of Annie comforted her, the harsh words of Luther soothed her, and the mature advice of Martin lighted her decisions.
She was thankful that she got three more angels who rebuilt her sky and walked her land when she lost her Skywalker.
Perhaps, she was not angry with the whole family. Maybe it was all Theresa's fault. Beth suddenly felt remorse and guilt. Her arctic aura was gradually thawing as the kids' usual friendly smile was seen once again. "Come. We can be a family. Me, Luke, and you three, we will be happy," the family was speechless, their mind a mess.
'What? Hadn't they shot dead my daddy? What is Auntie Beth talking about?' Seeing the bemused and perplexed faces, the reporter told them.
"He is not dead. He is just there..." as Beth turned her head and pointed towards the living room, she saw a silhouette of a tied man holding something shiny and hopping fast towards them with muffled noises.
Before she could finish her sentence, a fountain of blood gushed out, painting her view.
Suddenly, she felt weak and mouth agape. She could not help but look down. There, she saw a six-inch knife puncture her body. At the fifth intercostal space, right at the position of her heart.
Though feeling tired, she lifted her pained face and saw the person who stabbed her. The acute loss of blood blurred her vision, but even without clear sight, she knew the visage of his dream man.
From the illumination given by the lightning reflected on the knife, albeit unclean and full of blood, she can still clearly see the chiseled face of the man she always saw in her dreams, the man who was with her from their childhood till now. That man is her Skywalker and her source of strength, and that man currently possesses eyes she never saw before, not even once. Eyes that are capable of killing. Eyes she never knew could appear in the man she loves.
Bing and her goons were so shocked. It went so fast they were not able to stop Luke.
Her hands found their ways and removed the gag in Luke's mouth. She feebly caressed the face and looked directly into his eyes as her weight leaned into his body.
Her lips were now smiling, for she saw the face of the man she wanted to see for the last time. She knew it was the end, the previous closing shot.
She took this moment to paint the face she wished she would never forget into her soul. Even though she tasted the flavor of rustiness in her mouth, her smile was truly genuine.
For those few moments, Luke realized what he had done to his 'younger sister.' The weakened Beth could no longer support her weight, as the gravity pulled her down and Luke with her.
The bloodshed eyes reverted to normal as tears flowed endlessly, and his now unblocked mouth and said, "I am... I am sorry, Beth. I'm truly sorry," Luke tried to embrace his childhood friend and put pressure on the wound. But he could not.
His hands and feet are tied, and he can only hold the knife, which was already thrown away.
He tried so hard to remove the ties, but no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't.
Beth kept quiet for a few seconds, cherishing simple moments, before her quivering lips spoke, "It's okay. I should apologize to you and...huh huh... to the kids." Her eyes are clouding her view, but she does not care as the only person she wants in the world is just right before her eyes. She inhaled deeply as pain scrunched her smiling face and continued after a forced swallow, "Now go. Rescue your... huh huh... family, my Skywalker." her voice thinned out as blood trickled the side of her mouth and one last tear escaped her eyes.
"NO!!!" the thunder could not defeat the sound of anguish—the anguish built upon a time, friendship, and endless sweetness and bitterness of pure love.
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Everyone in the room chose to be silent.
The happenings were so fast that Raul and Councilor Bing had no time to call an ambulance or help Beth. They did not even expect that the tied and unconscious Luke could stand up, find a knife, and stab Beth. “We are so dead," both of them thought at the same time.
Congressman Lazaro spent a lot of time persuading this successful and serious reporter to work in secret for him on his way to politics. And in all of his accomplishments, Beth has a part to it and the tilting factor in winning his elections most of the time. Later on, to strengthen their connection, although quite old, the congressman wooed her.
At that time, Beth still loves Luke, so she said okay to Congressman Lazaro, but on one condition, "This will be kept as a secret, only to be told to the people of our circle." And the Congressman nodded.
That was why Beth could ask for Luke's safety regardless of what was previously planned. He was just tied, and after all of these are gone, she will marry the congressman to assure the man of power her staunchest support in the upcoming election.
She and Luke will leave and have her fantasy life. Or so she imagined.
She was selling her soul to a demon for the man of her dreams—what a fair trade.
Sweat dripped out of their pores as nervousness consumed them. "What are we going to do?" asked Raul.
Bing has a nasty expression, and her smile turns into grit. Her hopes of running for Vice Mayor all drained down the sink. She looked into Raul and said word per word between her gritted teeth, "Kill... all... of... THEM!"
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"Come on, Beth. Faster, or we're going to lose this last chance. Today is your birthday, and I want to see the movie Star Wars especially Luke Skywalker," an excited young boy motivated her friend. Still, upon seeing her gasping for air, he smilingly said and extended his right hand, "Hold my hand for the force is with us."
The young girl immediately grasped the helping hand. "Yes, my Skywalker," she muttered under her breath as they ran along and entered the river of force.
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Martin and his siblings were glad to see their father, and Theresa was so delighted she could not speak a word. Her eyes smiled for her when she looked at Luke.
After seeing his family safe, Luke laid Beth's body down slowly using his own body and crawled towards his family. Tears and bits of snots combined with his emotions. He was so afraid that his actions put his family in danger and possibly dead—really dead.
But before he could fully reach his destination, a strong pair of hands held him down and knees pressed on his neck. In his peripheral view, he can see his family wailing again and begging. The strong people of Bing also held them.
Time stopped once again. The sonorous sounds of nature drowned irrepressible voices.
Yet again, he felt hopeless. He wanted to hug them at least one by one and tell them how much he loved them. But with where the situation is heading, this seems only to be his wish.
His movement hindered, and breathing blocked, he forced his eyes to look at them, and with great pain, he could only mutter voicelessly and smiled, "I... love... you... all." Final tears began to rush out.
His silent words were more powerful than the sound of thunder in their ears, and his smile sharper than the lightning in their eyes.
With a "Bang!" right before their eyes. Their father died once again, and this time he is genuinely dead with no hope of 'reviving' once more. His tense body became listless as his adrenaline glands stopped working.
Blood flowed like an open dam out of Luke's body. Eyes open sadly at his family, gazing at them as if sculpting that last moment into his dying consciousness. Memories flooded in as genuine happiness of being granted to him this happy family he will never forget, even on the other side.
#AllButBittersweet
Chapter 9: Multitude of lights 'No. Someone, please make it all stop. Please.' Martin looked at her mother and his siblings. There appears to be no one powerful enough to aid him. 'Where are the police? There are so many gunshots, yet not even their shadow is present.' "Daddy," Annie abruptly ran to his motionless father, and her mother could not reach her in time. "Bang!" another soul departed from the house. Just like that, two living beings succumbed. Martin became so dumbstruck that he thought that all that had been happening were just mere illusions. His father, now dead, as well as his sister. He felt so frail as his knees started to fail him. Then, he felt hands holding his back as well as an embrace of warmth. A bead of liquid dropped on his forehead and followed by another bead, and so on. It was his mother crying silently, for she knew that Bing already forsook their life. "My children, close your eyes. Soon, it will be ove
As his awareness faded, Martin traveled into a long winding tunnel. The tunnel was like a passage system in a cave and had many channels of different paths connected to it and leading to unfamiliar lands. He did not bother asking himself questions, as he did not even know where he was. Some unknown method forcedly returned his fading consciousness. For God's sake, he just died, and then his consciousness is trying to ditch him, too. What an unfair world. Couldn't he have his complete undivided awareness after all of what happened? Well, he got what he asked. He became fully awake. 'Thank God... oops only thank, no more God,' he thought. Specks of rainbow glow illuminated some parts of this tunnel. And the rainbow of lights that gathered before and attached to him is still there, guiding him. He is traveling through the more enormous tunnels. A left turn, right, another right, up, left... he traveled slow but at the same time fast
The Legend of the Downtrodden Bastard was known for all who were oppressed and exploited by others. It was unknown when and where it all started. Still, one particular witness said that during the time of famine and desolateness, when everyone forsook life and death for just a piece of grain, He came. He came with no grandiose, with no majestic garb and retinue of golden armies and palanquins of goddesses. All they saw was Him, reflecting unbearable light and darkness and enveloping His existence. Like a ray of sunshine giving off warmth after a long period of winter. Like a sweet relief after a long period of suffering and pain. It was comfortable, satisfying. Floating alone on the horizon like an untouchable being He is. He is the mixture of two colors, and the two colors were Him. When He descended, there was nothing but silence. The people were lost in the void of happiness. They felt the hardship lifting and the pain drift
Like every ordinary day, the sun was smiling, and the fragrant wind coming from the East incased a lovely house with warmth. A sweet purple bird tweeted from its nest and flew to scavenge for food. It was enticed by the drifting aroma coming out from the kitchen. After a few flaps, it perched on the second window near the pot of red roses. "Good morning, little bird," said a beaming teenage voice greeting a creature of nature. The bird looked at the smiling human, confused. After a while, it flew away to a distance. "What a lively day, hope it will be good," the voice wished while looking at the horizon, and the surroundings heard the splash of water coming from the pot of rose. His name is Martin Alma, and he was brought up in a place called the City of O. He was the eldest son of the family. At the age of 17, even though young, compared to what his friends are usually doing, Martin deeply inculcated it into his young mind to have a sen
"Ah! Ah!" "Woof! Woof!" "Ah! Ah! The zombies came out," for a whole few minutes, the greatly shaken family and their dog have been shouting and barfing their throats sore were interrupted by a rapid husky voice. "Hon, children, it is me, your dad. Hurry! No time to explain. Pack up your bags. We will move out." With the sticky substance called mud still on the hands of Luke, he grabbed his pale-looking wife with beating heart and shivering hands and dragged her swiftly to their bedroom while reminding their children for the second time to hurry along and stop dilly-dallying. Theresa, the children, and the dog gave out confused looks and furrowed brows. 'What exactly is happening?' Martin thought as he tilted his head. He led his sibling up to their bedrooms to pack as such a question confounded him. With his maturity in handling pieces of stuff in the house and the intelligence he inherited from his parents, Martin knew something was w
"That is what happened. After that incident, I felt eyes in the shadows watching my every move. I know someone is observing me, and it creeps me out. I went to the comfort room, made my coffee, and even received empty text messages from my daily activities. But I cannot tell anyone, especially you. I am afraid you will be all implicated by my actions." Because of Luke's years on the battlefield called 'politics,' he was already immune to concealed surveillance. It is not a surprise for him to know the threat hanging down his family is more than visible. These matters should be confined to his loving and supportive wife. "You should have told me, Luke. We did promise as a husband and wife, in sickness and in health, remember? I did not marry an idiot man." Theresa explodes in this particular idiotic state of his husband. "You do not understand. I could lose everything but you. Our children are not meant to experience this. They should have a better lif
Martin is new to these things. Perhaps, these are not something an ordinary person could ever experience in their entire life. In just one snap, their family life is in a distraught situation. The eldest son is puzzled. 'Why can't we just run?' Like him, Luke knows that his son is intelligent, and he seems to guess what his son is thinking, "Even if we run now, they can still catch up. I have already called Beth to help us. We only need to wait for help patiently. She told me she has connections with the army. Besides, I will talk to them and buy us more time. We only need to wait and hide. This will be a perfect and safe plan," that is what Luke said, but deep in his mind, Luke knows that he is treading on a thin thread between life and death. With a smile and a caring look, he calms his tense family. He kisses every one of them on the
Five big men easily open the door, and at their front is a middle-aged man with his distinguished feature of the muscly body, the scar in the face, and golden-laid tooth. 'Raul!' Martin effortlessly identified the man his father was talking about. At the end of their entourage was a woman Martin has great familiarity with, walking with the sway of her overgrown hips. She wears thick bright red lips, deep violet eye shadow, and a slick straight hairdo. But at this very moment, that smile is not amicable. It is devilish. 'She is not the woman she appears to be.' Martin thought. 'Her vileness and despicableness are so infuriating,' Martin thought. They are just any other family. Why is this happening to them? Was it just pure misfortune? Then, why them? But then again, humans are complicated beings to understand. The fickleness of humanity is a sight to behold. Sometimes they are vile, and the other times they are an angel. What we see mi
As his awareness faded, Martin traveled into a long winding tunnel. The tunnel was like a passage system in a cave and had many channels of different paths connected to it and leading to unfamiliar lands. He did not bother asking himself questions, as he did not even know where he was. Some unknown method forcedly returned his fading consciousness. For God's sake, he just died, and then his consciousness is trying to ditch him, too. What an unfair world. Couldn't he have his complete undivided awareness after all of what happened? Well, he got what he asked. He became fully awake. 'Thank God... oops only thank, no more God,' he thought. Specks of rainbow glow illuminated some parts of this tunnel. And the rainbow of lights that gathered before and attached to him is still there, guiding him. He is traveling through the more enormous tunnels. A left turn, right, another right, up, left... he traveled slow but at the same time fast
Chapter 9: Multitude of lights 'No. Someone, please make it all stop. Please.' Martin looked at her mother and his siblings. There appears to be no one powerful enough to aid him. 'Where are the police? There are so many gunshots, yet not even their shadow is present.' "Daddy," Annie abruptly ran to his motionless father, and her mother could not reach her in time. "Bang!" another soul departed from the house. Just like that, two living beings succumbed. Martin became so dumbstruck that he thought that all that had been happening were just mere illusions. His father, now dead, as well as his sister. He felt so frail as his knees started to fail him. Then, he felt hands holding his back as well as an embrace of warmth. A bead of liquid dropped on his forehead and followed by another bead, and so on. It was his mother crying silently, for she knew that Bing already forsook their life. "My children, close your eyes. Soon, it will be ove
Memories of the past flooded her deranged mind. The happy face Annie whenever Beth had candies for her and the child would run to her and hug her as thank you. And the shy look of Luther when he abashedly accepted the car toy she gave him. Or the smile to ears of Martin when he held in his arms the latest manga of Naruto as her present when she had an interview in Japan. Beth was their aunt as well as the person who knew their favorites more than their parents did. Even if busy, she would call them one by one every week to have a chat. If her time were hectic, she would still find a few minutes to hear their voices. They were the closest to a family she never had. In those maddening times, their words kept her sane, and their wishes and blessings kept her going. When she was so sad about being alone and no one to talk to, the sweet voice of Annie comforted her, the harsh words of Luther soothed her, and the mature advice of Martin lighted her decisions.
I was one of the few who was able to see Him shine before He became the God in everyone’s heart. At that time, I am no one but a son of a humble farmer tending to our farm. One day, a big typhoon came and almost took my life, as it did to my great nation. It was a scary and devastating part watching your life passes by your eyes. It was an unforgettable memory etched in my being that even when I became so powerful, it was still there and so vivid as if it had just happened yesterday. During those moments of brushing with death, I had plenty of thoughts and aspirations left in me to achieve. Farming was never meant for me. I wanted to see the world instead. Meet countless people, roam every crook and cranny of this world, and be the sailor of my own fate. After all of those years, I never knew I had all those dreams in me. As my body was lifted and paralyzed by the strong gust of winds, tears of regret seeped out of my soul. It was the regret of not being able to
Five big men easily open the door, and at their front is a middle-aged man with his distinguished feature of the muscly body, the scar in the face, and golden-laid tooth. 'Raul!' Martin effortlessly identified the man his father was talking about. At the end of their entourage was a woman Martin has great familiarity with, walking with the sway of her overgrown hips. She wears thick bright red lips, deep violet eye shadow, and a slick straight hairdo. But at this very moment, that smile is not amicable. It is devilish. 'She is not the woman she appears to be.' Martin thought. 'Her vileness and despicableness are so infuriating,' Martin thought. They are just any other family. Why is this happening to them? Was it just pure misfortune? Then, why them? But then again, humans are complicated beings to understand. The fickleness of humanity is a sight to behold. Sometimes they are vile, and the other times they are an angel. What we see mi
Martin is new to these things. Perhaps, these are not something an ordinary person could ever experience in their entire life. In just one snap, their family life is in a distraught situation. The eldest son is puzzled. 'Why can't we just run?' Like him, Luke knows that his son is intelligent, and he seems to guess what his son is thinking, "Even if we run now, they can still catch up. I have already called Beth to help us. We only need to wait for help patiently. She told me she has connections with the army. Besides, I will talk to them and buy us more time. We only need to wait and hide. This will be a perfect and safe plan," that is what Luke said, but deep in his mind, Luke knows that he is treading on a thin thread between life and death. With a smile and a caring look, he calms his tense family. He kisses every one of them on the
"That is what happened. After that incident, I felt eyes in the shadows watching my every move. I know someone is observing me, and it creeps me out. I went to the comfort room, made my coffee, and even received empty text messages from my daily activities. But I cannot tell anyone, especially you. I am afraid you will be all implicated by my actions." Because of Luke's years on the battlefield called 'politics,' he was already immune to concealed surveillance. It is not a surprise for him to know the threat hanging down his family is more than visible. These matters should be confined to his loving and supportive wife. "You should have told me, Luke. We did promise as a husband and wife, in sickness and in health, remember? I did not marry an idiot man." Theresa explodes in this particular idiotic state of his husband. "You do not understand. I could lose everything but you. Our children are not meant to experience this. They should have a better lif
"Ah! Ah!" "Woof! Woof!" "Ah! Ah! The zombies came out," for a whole few minutes, the greatly shaken family and their dog have been shouting and barfing their throats sore were interrupted by a rapid husky voice. "Hon, children, it is me, your dad. Hurry! No time to explain. Pack up your bags. We will move out." With the sticky substance called mud still on the hands of Luke, he grabbed his pale-looking wife with beating heart and shivering hands and dragged her swiftly to their bedroom while reminding their children for the second time to hurry along and stop dilly-dallying. Theresa, the children, and the dog gave out confused looks and furrowed brows. 'What exactly is happening?' Martin thought as he tilted his head. He led his sibling up to their bedrooms to pack as such a question confounded him. With his maturity in handling pieces of stuff in the house and the intelligence he inherited from his parents, Martin knew something was w
Like every ordinary day, the sun was smiling, and the fragrant wind coming from the East incased a lovely house with warmth. A sweet purple bird tweeted from its nest and flew to scavenge for food. It was enticed by the drifting aroma coming out from the kitchen. After a few flaps, it perched on the second window near the pot of red roses. "Good morning, little bird," said a beaming teenage voice greeting a creature of nature. The bird looked at the smiling human, confused. After a while, it flew away to a distance. "What a lively day, hope it will be good," the voice wished while looking at the horizon, and the surroundings heard the splash of water coming from the pot of rose. His name is Martin Alma, and he was brought up in a place called the City of O. He was the eldest son of the family. At the age of 17, even though young, compared to what his friends are usually doing, Martin deeply inculcated it into his young mind to have a sen