WE'RE ILLED AND WE'RE BEING KILLED!
AFTER YEARS OF VIOLENCE AND WRATH, AT LAST, THE ILLED HAVE GRASPED WHAT THEY SOUGHT FOR--THEIR CHANCE OF LIVING A SAFE LIFE.
OR DO THEY?
. . . o0o . . .
Count Dracula, Robert Langdon...
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< REIVEN ZEIN >
“The asylum is not like what it seems,” he tells me through telepathy.
I become frozen; my eyes are staring into his hazel brow orbs, expecting to psych him out of his joke. “Nagbibiro ka ba?”
Though, he still has the hiccups, he seems unfazed, as if saying, ‘I’m serious! So shut up!’. “Do I look like I’m joking? Do you think I’d joke about the asylum?”
Nanliit ang mga mata ko dahil hindi pa rin ako naniniwala. Gano’n pa man, tinaasan niya lang ako ng kilay.
“If this asylum is not like what it seems, eh ano ‘to? Haunted house?”
“This is worse than a haunted house.”
Now, he’s starting to give me the creeps. Unti-unti nang tumatayo ang mga balahibo ko sa katawan. What’s worse than a haunted house? The answers are limitless.
“Hindi ka nagbibiro?” seryoso kong tanong. Somehow, his expression makes me want to believe him. Even though it sounds fabricated.
“I know I shouldn’t have told you this but I’m afraid you’d divulge this secret to anyone. You’d think this is a hoax, the hell it’s not, goddamit!”
Every bit of his words sting frightfully like what he means is the end of the world.
“Ano naman ang connection ng code na ‘yon sa sikreto ng asylum na ‘to?”
Mukhang hesitant siya sa pagsagot. This time’s rare, because I get to see uncertainty straight from his eyes. Like watching mystery, horror and thriller movies, he’s keeping me at the edge of my seat. Hindi kasi ako nakababasa ng isip. Kung telepathy lang sana ang aptitude ko, hindi ko na kailangang maramdaman at pagdaanan ito.
