Snow White is a Gangster (Published under Cloak Pop Fiction)

Chapter 8: The Dead Man of Christmas Day

Author's Note:

It's been a long time! I'm back! Freniere Mansion seemed to be overpopulated now with the hopes of people entering it. So I decided to open Arturia Mansion. Quite the opposite of the Freniere Mansion, though. And yeah! This Author's Note is to thank everyone who supported Montello High: School of Gangsters Book Launch during the Pop Fiction Fest 2! I'm so grateful for those who came up and showed the power of Montello High readers. And for those who don't know yet because they're busy lurking in the shadows or hibernating in their dark, creepy dungeon or probably dating or seducing some dark Prince in a far away castle, Montello High: School of Gangsters is now out on bookstores! I think you can also avail the E-book of it in BUQO. And for those who already have it, THANK YOU FOR KEEPING MONTELLO HIGH MEMORIES! Let's make another awesome story! ;)

P.S. I'm still giving FREE reads on Wattpad. I'm still not taking it down from the site. You can also grab a copy of it from bookstores. So why the freezing hell are you still asking for Soft Copies? Hahaha! No, not mad. It's just that this seems to be the hottest FAQ of the universe! And my burning answer is NO, I don't give soft copies, sweethearts. ;)

P.S.S. The soundtrack is still on for this Chapter: You Found Me by The Fray

Enjoy reading!

+Siel Alstreim+

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Chapter Eight: The Dead Man of Christmas Day

Where is he?

I would kill just to find an answer to this question. There was only one way he could've taken to get away. He couldn't escape through the gates of Arturia mansion—someone from the house would have seen him. Woods. The approaching sun was already erasing the shadows of the night. I must find him before the morning comes.

Nanunuot pa rin ang lamig sa aking katawan. It was going to freeze me from within. Matagal na panahon na rin simula nang mapadpad ako sa mga kakahuyan sa likurang bahagi ng mansion. And this was not the time to be attacked by memories. Ipinagpatuloy ko ang pagtakbo. The end of the woods would lead me to a tall brick wall. It would be a dead end. Wala siyang matatakbuhan. Mabilis kong narating ang dulong bahagi ng mga kakahuyan at naikuyom ko na lang ang aking mga palad sa tanawing nakita ko. Ilang taon na nga ba simula nang huli akong magawi sa lugar na ito? Masyado bang matagal na panahon na ang lumipas, dahilan upang maging higante ang mga punong ito at umakbay ang mga sanga sa tuktok ng pader? Hindi. Hindi siya pwedeng makatakas!

Agad akong bumalik ng mansion at saka sumakay ng sasakyan. I drove around the driveway like some retired crazy car racer at saka humarurot sa kalsada. Iniliko ko ang kotse sa daan kung saan makikita ko ang likurang bahagi ng mansion. Nagsisimula nang lumiwanag at mahihirapan akong matunton sya sa ilalim ng araw. I was just really used on working at night. Nang marating ko ang mataas na pader na naghihiwalay sa Arturia Mansion at sa lipunan, mukhang tama ang naging hinala ko. He climbed the trees. I didn't know how he survived the fall and was gone so fast. It was a high wall. Kung isa lang ordinaryong tao ang tatalon nito, malamang ay hindi nito magagawang makalayo sa lugar na ito. Gangster. Of course, he was the Mafia Boss' friend. A traitor friend, which still meant that he was a gangster.

Isang pang-publikong sasakyan ang dumaan sa kalsadang pinanggalingan ko. Ang lugar na nakasulat sa plaka ng bus ay patungong timog. Isang pamilyar na lugar. Malapit sa lokasyon na kamakailan lamang ay narating ko na. Muli kong pinaandar ang sasakyan at saka inunahan ang tumatakbong bus. He must have ridden the bus before this one. Subalit bakit sa lugar na iyon? Bakit sa taong iyon?