LONESOME

The fast-food restaurant is really busy. It‘s 10 minutes past noon and employees from nearby offices are rushing to have lunch. A charming lady in a shining red suit, standing in front of a table for two, looks at the guy sitting on the other side of the table. She’s silently standing there in front of him and looking at her, “You can sit down”, he said smiling.

When they finished their lunch the guy breaks the silence, “I saw you in that building”, and he turns his head to look at the building nearby. “Are you working there?”

“Yes, are you working there too?”

“I’m working at the third floor. How about you?”

“Fifth floor.” And she stands to leave.

“Would you allow me to have dinner with you tonight?” he asked.

“Six o’ clock.” She said then left.

Cindie never fails to attract attention when she walks. Her buttocks graciously sway from side to side. She manages to maintain her sexy body by exercise and not eating too much. Would be lovers are always on the lookout to strike a date with her and she welcomes free dining and chocolates.

Noel feels triumphant. He checks his pocket to see if there is enough money to buy chocolates and a dinner for two. Of course, taxi fare is necessary. It’s his coup d’état. And this lover hopes to conquer this charming lady ASAP. Though normal looking with a protruding belly, he boast of a beautiful and spacious bungalow and ten hectares of tilled land that makes him attractive to young ladies. He is in his mid-forties and his wife is working abroad as a DH. He dreams of making babies from different women. It makes him proud.

Together, they emerge at the classy restaurant’s door smiling. Noel’s hand wrap around her shoulders and Cindie’s hand coiled around his waist.

“Let’s pass by my house and have a drink or two of my special champagne.” He said showing a charming smile that he practices every morning before going to work.

“OK, but I can only stay a minute or two”.

He is silent. Inside his mind is an atrocious plan and he’s ready to do anything possible to succeed.

Unsuspecting, Cindie drinks her glass of champagne.

She wakes up at 6 AM and suddenly realizes that she’s naked. Pushing Noel away from him, she blurted, “What did you do to me?”

“Cindie, I love you and I want you to stay here… with me”.

She’s silent. Two days earlier, the owner of the room that she’s renting confronted her. If she can’t pay her rent today, she will have to leave. Cindie is two months late on her payments.

“Okay, fetch me after work”, she then stand up and pick her belongings that was scattered on the floor, dressed up and left without another word.

In their first year together, Noel so loves, caring and so sweet to Cindie who seems to be contented to just be in the care and company of this gentle man.

Always true to himself, he again found another woman to cherish, love and focus his attention to.

Cindie, armed with a sharp intuition, found out about it and confronted Noel. She’s blurting nasty words to him within the hearing distance of the people nearby and just can’t be stopped.

Apparently shamed and his face turning red, he clench his right fist and executes a vicious wide swing that landed on her face. She stumbles and fell face down hitting the dirt. But she quickly recovered and stands up rattling curses like the burst of an armalite rifle. He delivers a wicked front kick that landed in her belly. In pain and clutching her stomach, she couldn’t say a word. He succeeded in shutting her obnoxiously noisy lips. Noel flags a taxi and they both take a ride home in silence. The crowds were stunned by the award winning performance they just witnessed.

Cindie won’t let him get away with that gruesome act. So when Noel goes to the CR to make his day, she steals his savings, hidden in a box, and run away.

He was furious. Without his money, the grandiose date with his newfound love is ruined. He’s cursing like crazy, something that he never does since the day that he can remember.

His wife who is living and working abroad learned about this amazing drama, eventually files a divorce and married a co-worker.

And Noel, because of what happened, became notorious overnight and this clouded his attractiveness to women. Beautiful young women maintain a wide distance from him.

And he is alone…a lover turned a loner.

MAID

In a flourishing town that lies beside the seashore of the Pacific Ocean, lives a middle-aged woman, Nonie, who wished that she have a maid who would carry her groceries whenever she goes to the supermarket and help her in her household works.

She is the richest woman in town but manage to keep it secret from everyone. Her house looks modest and nobody really thought that inside the house is a secret door leading to a mansion ten meters away. She has great fear of robbers and kidnap for ransom groups. She maintains five maids and a driver who most of the time works as a gardener around the beautiful mansion. The eldest of the maids post as the owner of the house and had recently died in an accident. She had served Nonie for twenty years and during that span of time, her children, seven in all, had graduated from college and she owns a beautiful bungalow strategically situated near the center of the town. This is because Nonie paid her generously for her faithful service.

A friend suggested a maid for Nonie. She has to make sure that she can trust this young maid who is in her mid-twenties. So they both live in the small house near the mansion. The secret door is in her room so she can sneak out and go to the mansion without the maid noticing her.

After a few months, the young ambitious maid already convinced that Nonie is living alone and helpless thought that if this old woman that she is serving dies of a heart attack she would own the small house and everything that is in there. She went on her way to poison her slowly, unnoticed to avoid suspicion and Nonie’s death would look normal with no apparent foul play.

The old lady, smart as she always was, installed a CCTV camera inside the maid’s room long before she hired the maid, learned about the evil plan and fired the maid and start looking for another one and hoping that this time she can trust her.

 She’s right. The trusted maid is eventually introduced to the mansion and enjoying a high salary and a good life.

The stupid maid eventually learned about it and was sorry for scheming against her boss.

LOST

     A familiar music is in the air, he checks his cellphone and read, “Hi, I’m Dyna of Exsia Inc. You are being requested to come in our office for an interview and get the job that you want”.

Wow, this is real quick, he thought.He e-mailed his online application just the other day. He didn’t expect to be called this early.

     Mike Goodboy is sitting in a chair waiting for his turn. He’s sleepy. His eyelids are heavy. He’s fighting hard to keep his eyes open. What are my chances to be hired? I can’t even think straight. The trip from his home to here took six hours. He had to leave his house two hours after midnight. He’s restless. Agitated by the sudden call, he had no real good sleep until now and for the last twenty four hours. It’s plunging him into a disadvantage and considering that he is already past his middle age doesn’t really make him hopeful. How can I hope to pass this interview if my mind is floating and all I can think of is to go home and sleep?

     His mind travels back to the time when he filled up a resume online at Surjob.com and every day the company presented a list of possible jobs for him through his e-mail. Finally he had chosen one. He answered an ad that says,” 200 call center agents needed ASAP, no experience required”. This really sucked him in. Surprisingly for him, his application was quickly answered.

     It sounds too good to be true. But it’s too late. If he ignores this, his resume will be tagged ‘NO SHOW FOR INTERVIEW’ which, of course, will be bad for him. He felt trapped but he must do this.

     He arrived at Exsia a few minutes before ten O’clock and was ushered at the interview room by a charming young lady which turned out to be his interviewer. After a brief interview, he was given an endorsement letter to two companies, LETSI and ICM.

     While on his way to LETSI, he had in his mind a clear picture of that charming face and a beautiful smile that can captivate any man. Am I in love? He asked himself. He felt ecstatic. Being celibate for seven years, his youthful energy is coming back.

     As he had expected, the company interviewer rejected him outright so it was still noon and time to take his lunch. He didn’t consume anything solid up to his time. Only a good cup of coffee and now he’s hungry.

     On his way to find a suitable place to eat, he found himself in front of his next destination. ICM is right in front of him. I’d better finish this first and see what happens.

     He heard his name called and he rose from his seat and went to the interview room. The interview was brief. A few minutes later, a note was handed to him saying, “We’re keeping your resume for future reference. You can apply to other companies”. For a brief moment he thought, Wow, this is a great relief.

     On his way out he cannot find the elevator. He’s on the tenth floor of the building and the fact that he is not able to find the elevator annoys him. How can I easily forget where I came from? Finally, he found his way and silently kidded himself, how stupid of me to have forgotten my way so easily. Maybe they’re right for not hiring me.

     Though he was told to report back to Dyna, he voted against it. I have no chance. This kind of job is not for me. I’m just fooling myself. In his dulled mind he is resolve to simply forget about it and find something else that will suit his ability and old age. I just can’t forget that beautiful face. Would I ever see her again?

     Mike Goodboy found a job sitting in front of his computer. He keeps on writing novels and short stories. He became wealthy and bought an island where he can continue to write, undisturbed and restless.

     A soft voice of a woman echoed in his ears, “I brought you a warm coffee dear. Pls. don’t forget to eat your breakfast”.

     “Thank you sweetheart, would you mind closing the door when you leave”, Mike said while looking at her. That beautiful face is so inspiring.

      “Okay dear”, she said. Dyna closes the door softly.

CHAMELEON

THE CHAMELEON

It’s quite amazing how people can be connected to a Chameleon – A lizard with the ability to change color. There are many who frequently and rapidly changes personality. One of them is a lad named Jaban Gruebaddd, who grew up in Sama Island in the Vesas region, somewhere in continent of Asia.

He excels in his school class and his uncle Nacha took notice of his scholarly performance. Watching him closely, he came to admire his persevering attitude and the way that he can adapt quickly to a situation like a chameleon. It got him thinking; maybe I can do something so his talents wouldn’t go to waste. He helped him acquire scholarship grant in Great Teacher University. With free tuition and free lodging, Jaban graduated and became a school teacher in Honethem Technical School.

He has a funny way of speaking English that makes him shy away from Call Centers but would probably catapult him to stardom as a comedian. Some of his students laugh while in his class and they laugh the more when he takes it negatively and confronts them and talk his funny talk. He learned to adapt to the situation but also developed a deep-seated anger directed to his students.

Eventually, he became the supervisor and he has the power to introduce changes that he thinks will boost the schools performance. He thinks. Alas, it’s about time to show them who they’re laughing at.

He created complications in the examination papers by revision, to force the students memorize every word to be able to answer the questions correctly. The usual choose the best answer or the simple fill in the blanks was omitted.

These things created a rift between the students and teachers. Jaban laughs secretly thinking, Ha! Ha! Ha! I’ll give leaks to those who will plead to me so they’ll easily pass the exams.

He began dating girls that attracts him. He forces students to harass those who refused to have a date with him. He’s turning students against each other.

 His naughty scheming looks fine until he decides to assign OJT’s as classroom teachers. This act displeases OJT’s and students alike. The students felt that they were cheated because their proxy instructors spend their time in classrooms spreading rumors instead of delivering valuable lessons that they’re paying for. Plus the fact that he is continuously devising schemes, which is obviously, to make the students pay more, prompted them to file a complaint to the school board. The OJT’s, working without compensation, were understandably silent. They don’t want to risk their few months stay in the school. Soon they will finish their stint and leave.

The board has to study the complaints well before acting on it.

The Chameleon’s time to submit a yearly report came. He is now face to face with the board of directors when they read the complaints and ask him to explain. Apparently taken by surprise, he over-confidently goes on to explain his side and in the course of doing so, he commits a grave slander against a student and while the board are looking at him in disbelief. Seemingly unaware, he continues to tell his story which is base on lies and half-truths.

 Finally the board renders their judgment: He committed misrepresentation of facts and slanderous remarks. A request is made for him to present proof of this slander and until such time, he will be given indefinite leave of absence. This action sweep Jaban off his feet.

He’s in a state of quandary. He realizes that no matter what he does, he has no proof to show now or ever. His lying buried him in the mire.

He learned a valuable lesson as a school teacher and it is written on his records – a lesson that will always haunt him for the rest of his life.

JUST DO IT!!!

Just do it!!! (Fiction)


1

The cold days of winter are gone; leaves are sprouting among the branches of the trees, kids frolicking in their yards. It’s time to have fun after the long days of winter solitude. The roads are no longer covered with thin sheet of ice and for bikers; this is the time to travel and wander around the streets for fun and to visit friends and kin’s.

I think I’d better bring my bike in the yard and take it for a test run around the block. Tomorrow I’m going to climb Mt. Dakngato and stay in my forest cabin for a few weeks. Winter had been worst and snow had piled up to more than two feet. I can’t believe that I had survived these long cold months hibernating alone in this house. Jackiis thought, feeling great relief at the coming of springtime.

He brought his motorcycle out in the yard in front of the garage and cleaned it thoroughly with a pail of water and a handful of washing detergent. He wiped it dry and starts the engine. It failed to start. He tried again…and again, until the tenth time. He thinks. Electronic ignition rarely goes wrong. The pistons didn’t seize. It should be the battery or the spark plugs. Three months is a long time to keep the engine untouched. I should have run it every three days or maybe even only every week.

Realizing his mistake, he almost wants to bang his head in the garage wall. He didn’t expect this thing to happen and now he must spend more time inside the garage to try to repair it.

All winter, he busied himself inside his library reading books and writing a fiction novel that is half-finish. He needs a break from his months in isolation. Instead, he got an unexpected extension.

One of the things that he can be proud of about himself is that he always keeps an extra battery in the shelf. He also has extra spark plugs and a four gallon capacity container filled with premium gasoline.

This attitude paid off. After only an hour work, he manages to start the engine.

He thinks. Boy, you’re a genius keeping those extras.

He’s Happy for a job easily done. He’s now ready for the ride. He pushed the start button and the engine starts. He twists the throttle to rev the engine, brrrmmm…sounds good. He slowly releases the clutch, the bike runs a few feet forward and the engine dies. He did it again, to his dismay, the engine weakens and dies. Oh Boy! The engine’s got no power. He thought and struggles to bring the bike back in the garage.






(The whole story can be read after publishing of the book)

DOUBLE-BLADE

Double blade (fiction)

1

Michael Bonn was standing in front of a sari-sari store, at a crossroad facing a narrow alley that goes slightly uphill from his point of view, leading to a park fronting a big church, waiting for a friend. He looks at his watch. It’s 9:15 AM. The meeting was set at 9AM. Maybe he’s not coming. He’s contemplating on leaving the place and go to a nearby carinderia. He hasn’t had a chance to put something solid in his stomach and manage only to gulp a cup of warm coffee.

Then all of a sudden, like a fish jumping high out of the water to evade a bigger fish preying on it, Rod appeared at the end of the alley, running as fast as he could, sprinting towards him and three men following closely behind, one of them brandishing a short sword, not the usual sword that he sees every day, this is something special, the kind that he saw only in the movies. Ooops, he did it again, his mind tries to assess the situation.

Rod’s face paled out of fear, he hides behind his back like a frightened child. Bonn, caught in-between the slayer and his would be victim, has to defend him. Ohhh sheet, I hate him. Why would I have to do this every time? In his mind he knows that he must put his focus on this three bullies or he’s dead. Good! Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to get out of this in one piece. He thought, seeing that they’re lining themselves in a single file coming at him. I can deal with them one by one. He prepares himself and takes a cat stance, hands slightly raised in front, signaling these thugs to stop, while getting ready for a quick step sideward. Right timing is essential or I might just say my last prayers and go to heaven.

The man on the right lunged at him with his special twelve inches double-blade knife. Very quickly, as fast as the blip of an eye, he stepped backwards to his left and simultaneously catches the wrist holding the weapon and executed a quick wrist-twist followed by a long backward step while pulling the hand and outbalanced the man and brought him down hard. With a move as fast as the wink of an eye, he grabbed the weapon from the hand of the assailant. It happened so fast that the two guys behind was taken aback. Seeing that he is holding the knife, they ran as fast as they could and was out of sight in a second. He let go of the hand and let him get away.

“That was a closed call”, said Rod standing behind him. “That guy who tried to hack your back with an axe went limping before he could land a fatal blow. Do you know about it?”

“I don’t know. I thought I’m fighting against three”

“There were six. The two guys behind carried the one who got weakened. What kind of power is that? It’s really cool, man”.

“Maybe he’s sick or epileptic. Not my power though”.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I understand but I don’t believe you”.

Michael looks at him and knows that he’s serious about it. What’s he talking about? I thought it’s three against one but there were three more attacking my backside. His thoughts beleaguered him. They could have gotten me if not…what power is he talking about.

Michael doesn’t know those weird guys who attacked him. They were chasing Rodrigo, his best friend, who quickly ran behind him and he was left alone to defend himself. I should kick his ass.

“Why do they want to kill you?”

Rod grinned, “I kicked the butt of the smaller one yesterday”.

 

 

2

He did it again. I should keep a good distance from him. He thought. He’s such a bad-ass. One of these days, I might find myself in a ditch. Michael’s thoughts bothered him. He doesn’t know his enemies. They’re Rod’s enemies.

“Let’s go to my friend’s house. They’re having a party now”, suggested Rod.

“Where, is it far from here?”

“It’s only a few blocks away” and he starts walking.

Michael Bonn is understandably reluctant but he followed him anyway. He thinks. I shouldn’t be following him. He’s a trouble-seeker. He seems to have enemies sprouting at the wrong time. But what excuse can I tell him. I should make a list of good excuses and memorize them. Bonn didn’t like the way Rod childishly situate himself into unnecessary trouble that he can’t handle alone.

“Hey! This is the house. Don’t worry they’re all my friends here”. Rod said and proceeded to open the steel gate. Bonn noticed that it’s a newly painted dirty white bungalow.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked. Fixing his gaze down the tiles that looks like a parquet floor.

“It’s a get-together party for all members of our group to get to know each other”, he answered while walking over the patio topped with exposed-aggregate finish.

The beautifully designed solid wood front door has a shiny natural varnish that blends well with the faked parquet. Bonn admires the way it was done. He thinks. It’s prepared for this occasion – a get-together for members? Suddenly, he realizes the intricacy of the situation, “What about me?” He asked Rod. His anxiety resonates with his voice.

“I’ll introduce you to the group”, he assures him looking at him sidelong with a grin while opening the door.

The living room and the dining are joined together as one room. The seats were arranged at the sides that makes it spacious for a dance party. The CR is located at the far corner beside the kitchen. There are four guys arranging the twenty cases of beer in one corner of the kitchen and two girls cooking - dressed informally. On the other end, which is the living room, is a three- in- one stereo softly playing an instrumental music - no lyrics - blending soothingly with the color sky blue covering the walls. The two ladies were looking at Michael, smiling. Both have a short hair down to the neck. He smiled back and started to walk toward the comfort room to pee when he heard Rod calling him.

“Michael come, I will introduce you to my friend”, He’s standing beside a taller guy by maybe three inches.  

“Please give me a minute”, he said walking pass the two girls looking at him and smiles sweetly.

“This is Edds, the owner of the house”, then rest his palm on Michael’s shoulder and said, “This is Michael”. Edds is silent, not saying a word.  

Edds’s face looks grim with a squared jaw…athletic body…a look that can easily scare anyone, flaunting a beard that looks like he hadn’t been shaving for maybe a month. He wears a collared brown t-shirt, tucked in his maong pants, and a black colored rubber shoes. He looked at Rod sidelong and said, “Members only”, with a reedy voice. Bonn didn’t expect Edds to speak in that kind of voice and he struggled to keep a poker face. He expected something more manly. Meanwhile, Rod looks at Edds with an expression of surprise.

“Okay, okay I forgot”, Rod was apologetic, “I’ll talk to him outside”. He made a head turn to signal Michael to follow and walk out the door…opened the steel gate…and close it behind them.

“I’m sorry about what happened. You have to be a member to be able to attend the party”, Rod said. “I thought…” His words hang in mid-sentence.

“I can go home by myself. Just have a good time”, he said with a feeling of relief. It’s better to walk around the city center of Manawas without you. He thought, turning his back on him and went on his way.

3

He’s angry and didn’t believe he forgot about it. He’d known Rod for a long time…he likes to break some rules and get away with an obscure reason. He thinks. Why are they so strict in choosing their members? Are they hiding something, afraid of something or what?  Michael’s curiosity was aroused. What kind of games are they playing? What nasty secrets are they hiding? His thoughts beleaguered him.

 At school Rod didn’t talk about it. Neither did Michael. There’s a chilly silence between them - just concentrating on what they’re doing. After the class, Michael sat on a bench at the school yard to relax as he always does during breaks. Rod sat beside him.

“I’m sorry about what happened yesterday. Edds was angry at me after you’re gone. He thought that I told you something about the group and didn’t believe me when I said that you know nothing about us. He admires you though, for your fighting skill. Not that I told him, word reach him about the ruckus yesterday among the three guys and how you skillfully handled them. But they’re a big gang and they’re mean. He told me to take you in for your protection”.

Thinking about it, Take me in. Michael can’t believe what he’s hearing. What exactly does he mean? Is it for my protection? It’s totally unexpected and unbelievable. Maybe it’s about time to find out about his group. I have to watch my back now because of him and his group is offering protection. It’s better than being alone. I can always keep a big distance from them if I have to. He thought. His nosiness took the better part of his judgment and he blurted.

“Do you think I will fit in?” He asked.

“Sure, but I have to warn you. There’s no turning back once you’re in’.

“I can live with that”, he said clearly underestimating the group.  

Michael Bonn’s decision, which is really quick, was made out of curiosity and will haunt him for the rest of his life. Once in, the only way out is death. He’s not aware of what’s coming. “Come with me tonight”. Rod said.

 Calaoa is the next village west of Balwa, his native village. They followed the asphalted road and then turned into a dirt road and keep going on until they reach a wide rice field. Slowly and with utmost care, they walked over a narrow slippery walkway beside the paddy. With batteries almost worn, their flashlights can only light a few feet ahead. Going one step at a time to avoid wet mud that can easily make them slip and fall in muddy field. Finally, after their tricky walk, they were in front of a small hut surrounded by banana trees all around. In front of the hut were two men standing waiting for them. Michael knew that Rod was making a signal as they approach the hut. He was drawing circles on the ground with his flashlight. He gave them a warning signal while we were coming near, Michael thought. 

Nick, tall and slender about five feet seven, piercing eyes, a deep scar on his left face right below his  eye down to his jawbone and Tom, little bit shorter, bulging stomach, a round face and short hair, a smiling eyes. Both were displaying a sunburned skin and just about in their mid-twenties.

They’re peasants Michael thought.

They were looking at Rod with query eyes and Nick said, “Who’s with you?”

Rod standing beside Michael, puts his hand over his shoulder said, “He’s Michael. He’s one of us now”.

Nick nods his head. “Let’s sit down over there”, pointing at the chairs in front of his hut and started to walk towards it.

Michael who sat down last, thought, both of them have their pistols tucked in the waist underneath their pants. Are they expecting an enemy?  He figured it out when the flashlight caught it and took notice of the handle bulging underneath the shirt. This is scary, but with a tinge of excitement – at his tender age, he still has to learn how to fire a gun. Would they let me have one? I need to practice shooting at those empty can of sardines lying in the trash pit. His thoughts thrilled him.

He looked at Tom putting a bottle of gin on the table along with a bowl filled with ice cubes and a plate of sliced lemons and went back inside the hut.

Rod was talking to Nick; it sounded more like he’s giving him an order, “Giyna will celebrate her eighteenth birthday. Introduce him to her”.

He nodded his head in agreement then looks at Michael sidelong gazing at him like someone he would hang in a tree.

Tom appeared again with a glass and a plate full of small pieces of fried chicken.

Rod picked a piece of crispy fried chicken meat and said, “We’re not staying for long, have to wake-up early tomorrow morning”. The way that he relished that piece of meat makes Michael want to pick one too, but he chooses to wait for the right time.

Nick drinks his toast of pineapple gin with one gulp then said, “OK, Michael come here the day after tomorrow”, and then he picks a piece of chicken while passing the drinking glass to the next person beside him.

Rod took the glass and filled it with gin just enough for a swig and pick the chicken for the second time. Then he passed the glass to Michael which is sitting near him.

One glass, it looks like a drinking tournament, Michael thought, I’ll take a nip as an excuse to pick that chicken.

After two shots and two chicken picks Michael said, “Rod, I think we have to go. Tomorrow will be a busy day. We have exams on two of our subjects”, while taking a sidelong look to the two guys.

Rod looking at Nick said, “We have to go”. All the while Tom was silent and listening.

On their way home, Michael asked, “What is the name of our group? There must be a name to define us from others.”

“The group has no name. Our existence is kept secret”.

“But why, what’s so secret about us?”

“You’ll find out later”.

“Do we have a leader?”

“There are only a selected few who are able to see him and talk to him. He’s called Ancient”, and felt regret as quickly as he said it. I shouldn’t tell him anything until after the initiation.

“Is Ancient a shy guy?”

Rod said with a firm voice and a stern face, “From this point on, you must learn when to shut your mouth if you want to live long”. Rod said looking at him straight in the eye.

For the first time he felt fierce anger inside him and wish he could beat him with his bare hands, but he knows that he can’t do that to him thinking, He can easily beat me in a hand to hand combat, he’s a new recruit and I have to be patient. He tried to understand his innocence and lack of knowledge about the group. But he can’t tell him everything until he’s sure that his best friend is ready. In this group there is no such thing as best friend. He thought.

Rodrigo Kilmadraass picked up the phone, “Hello, Rod here”, he said.

“How’s it going?” he recognizes the voice at the other end of the line.

“Fine sir, he’s lassoed”, he reported back.

“Make it quick. I need him to do something”, and hangs up the phone.

(The whole story of Michael Bonn can be read after publishing of the Book – Double-Blade).

GAME OF THE DEVIL

GAME OF THE DEVIL (fiction)

1

He’s tough and persistent. So far my abominable followers only manage to slow him down but he keeps on moving on. The wicked of all, disgusting lord of all evil is contemplating on his number one priority, the mighty angel of God sent to build the rock that will bring peace to the nations of the earth…sitting on his flaming throne, on top of burn-mountain.

“Your highness, you summoned this humble, most wicked servant in your devilish presence”.

“You’re right, Deevilitou. Long ago, I put you in charge against the angel Mikelous, to whom God sent on a mission on earth. He took the form of human flesh and now he’s on the verge of completing his glorious no-good-for-us mission. What plans do you have for him?”

“We have done our heinous best and we have succeeded to dog his steps…and kept his finances down and his pockets empty so he will not be able to move ahead”.

“You have to do more than that!”

“Your highness, the most impious of all, our most iniquitous servant on earth is doing his fiendish best. They succeeded in forcing Mikelous to leave his job, watched him closely so he will remain penniless, making sure that he will not be able to build that piece of rock, the root of his glorious mission”.

“But you incessantly committed blunder after blunder…now you let him have that computer and he’s using it against us. Tell me about your latest monstrous strategy”.

“My most immoral master, Luciferous, your highness, you already know that he plans to ‘self-publish’ his books…continuously writing novels and if he succeeds in that endeavor, he will eventually reach the top of his writing career and will be able to build the rock and succeed in his mission. So our most faithful, sinful Baddkaw, Abbalayou and rimbautoos, premeditated a subtle act. Abalayou and rimbautoos is fighting against each other by means of false accusations and Baddkaw, our doomed watcher, persuaded Tangata, the human partner of Mikelous, to be with her in the act of pacifying the two devils. She has a heart ailment, caused by our devils, but Mikelous managed to lessen her sufferings and she is well for quite a time now. Abbalayou got himself drunk on purpose that night after the deliberate fight and shouted in a very fearful manner in the hearing of Tangata. She felt great fear, enough to affect her heart and she should be taking expensive medication, but Mikelous used his ‘magic palm technique’ to heal her. Our forlorn devils are watching him closely...doing whatever is necessary…Mikelous can never ‘self-publish’ his books for a long time”.

“You’ve done your evil worth, Deevilitou, but my corrupt angel-spy in heaven informed me that Angeelous, one of Mikelous faithful friends in heaven will go down to earth to help him. She will bring Mikelous in an island provided by God to give him a fair fight. Our most depraved servants will never reach him there. Mikelous will be in control until he reaches the top. Once there, we all know what will happen next... It will be the start of our demise. Eventually, we, together with all the devils will be floating in the vast space and will continuously evade hurtling meteors for the rest of our desolate existence”.

“Your evil highness, we cannot touch Mikelous. God has encircled a glow around his physical presence and every time that he falls down, he is able to stand and move on. He will walk and not get weary; he will run and not get faint. Angeelous, the mighty She-angel, will bring the two great wings of an eagle for him and he will be able to soar high, untouched by our iniquity”.

“I don’t want to hear that!!” Luciferous is shouting in great fear and trembling. “Something must be done. The vilest and highest of evil-works must be enforced as SOP to all our devils”.

Deevilitou reminded him, “The last time we did that sort of thing…God’s anger was awakened…fiery rocks rained here in burn-mountain… all our evil followers were crushed and we survived because our cave is strong enough not to crush on us, unlike the others that cave-in. By the way, my over-zealous devil recently informed me about an unexpected occurrence… Mikelous has begun to use his burning power against us to the max. Pretty soon all our devils will burn to ever-nothingness. One thing more beset us…our recruiter of doomed-men have resigned”.

Luciferous is overwhelmed with great fear and hopelessness and his heart weakens. Deevilitou lays him down in a hot stone to rest. My poor horrendous master finally defeated himself. I will sit on his throne and rule Hell-kingdom.

2

 My most iniquitous Lord and master have recovered quickly. I’m about ready to start my evil rule and he’s back. This old devil just can’t enjoy a good rest. I better be careful and not let him see me sitting on this flaming throne…Deevilitou thought that Luciferous would stay in his hot bed for a long time – long enough to secure his stay in his throne, but to his dismay, the tenacious leader has awakened.

He gave out a grunt and opened his eyes. His eyeballs were deep-red in color. Seeing his most trusted devil standing beside his hot-stone bed, he raises his hand signaling him to help him stand up on his feet.

Deevilitou held his hand tightly until his master is upright. “I’m glad you’re up and well again, my most ambitious lord. Did you have a real hot rest? Our devils were worried about you”.

“I had a dream and in my dream the One enthroned in heaven laugh and then He scoffs at me”. He is pacing the flaming stone-floor beside his giant personal image carved in the stone-wall. “We’ll change our plans. I have thought of a better plan and I trust you to implement it to the letter”.

“You’re right in trusting me my wicked lord”. Deevilitou keeps a poker face to hide his aggravated pride. Here we are again. He wanted me to carry out his stupid campaign against his hard to beat foe. “Tell me about it”. I can’t wait to hear this… another losing strategy?

“We can keep God silent by doing good things”. Luciferous is ecstatic.

“What!!!” he is surprised by what he just heard? Quickly recovering from shock he said, “Do you want to live in heaven and enjoy the cool weather?” Deevilitou is now apprehensive about his master’s plan.

“You know that I can’t live in heaven and follow God’s rules. My enormous pride can’t accept that. What I’m saying is that we can help Mikelous by giving him what he wants”.

“We’re not surrendering to him, are we?”

“No! never, but we will help him acquire wealth, power and influence and when we have his trust, we will slowly pull him away from what God want him to do”. Luciferous is laughing loud now envisioning an inevitable win.

Finally my most evil master has come up with a winning tactic, he thought.  “You’re a genius, my lord”. I hope that we will win this time. I’m tired of losing from Mighty Mikelous. I can’t underestimate him anymore. Deevilitou grinned. “Surely, greed will overtake him. He will be a slave of his own wealth”. His whole hearted attention is now taken by his devil master. “Tell me the details of your ingenuity, my master”. Moving closer now to his lord.

“We know now that he knew everything. We knew everything but we don’t know what’s in his mind. He can still cheat us…I felt stupid…this time I’m gonna change all that”. He look around to make sure that nobody hears them talking. “Let’s send our beautiful and sexy Satiiana to persuade Mikelous to be with her in an island where we can watch him closely” and he winks at him.

“I don’t think he will bite the bait, my lord”, his face turning serious.

Sensing that he is stricken by jealousy, he warned him, “Don’t let your personal feeling get in the way of our plans, stupid devil! She’s the only one who can possibly influence him and with her intelligence, we can be sure that Mikelous will divulge all his secrets”.

“He will impregnate her…and they will have a baby”, and his emotions running high now. His mind is filled with a scenario that he has been dreaming all the time.

“It’s part of the plan. That way, he will be attached to her and she will have the right to follow him anywhere he goes. Remember that Angeelous is anxious to be with him but God didn’t approve it yet, so we will work one step ahead”. He let out a chuckle. “She’ll be our most valuable spy”.

“How can the alluring Satiiana be able to help him?”

“She’ll help him with the publishing of his books. As a chief editor, she has all the connections and will be able to guide him. She will become an invaluable asset to his passion. She only has to offer him guidance and partnership and he will stick to her side like a leech. Besides the fact that we will establish a publishing company and she will be working for us”. His face is now showing that wicked smile, as he always does when his heart is oozing with much confidence.

“We will do all this before Angeelous does”. Deevilitou grinned.

“So now you understand”, Luciferous laugh out loud.

Remembering something, Deevilitou looks worried and said, “Mikelous will eventually come close to the Fire of God. We had worked so hard to keep him out of there”, while looking intently at Luciferous eyes as if reading his mind.

“It’s insignificant now. He is already playing with fire and I can’t blame him. I overlooked the fact that God is in control and now, He gave him the power. The Fire of God will always be with him wherever he goes. He can do it anywhere”, his eyes narrowed as he said it. And lowering his eyes, he blurted, “I felt stupid!”

Mikelous is sitting on his white-colored chair, both hands over his chest, head resting on the chair’s headrest, doing his usual routine prayer, My Father, who art in heaven…pouring all his heart’s content to The Creator of heaven and earth…and ends his prayer with a murmur, “Thank you dear Lord”.

He’s unaware of what’s coming, not ready for the ensuing complications that will change his life and toss him into a new level of existence on earth.






(The whole story can be read after publishing of the book)