Both hands were intertwined on the boy's nape while he was fanatisizing under the night sky, above the green grass. He translates the stars as if it was notes in a music sheet, the clouds that threatens the gray night of rainfall are its own tone while the whistling wind is its melody. He paused, attentively looking at the moon like it was his love of his life's eyes.
"Pagabi na naman." He sighed. The boy slowly stands, searching for the will that is unknown. lost what to do.
He looks down then bents to grab a fallen branch from the tree nearby. Wind must have carried it here. There is only one tree that is close enough to him. An undeniably huge banyan tree hidden in the heart of the forest, isolated by the mixture of different kinds of trees hundreds of hectares away in diameter. Any craftsmen can build a mansion out of this one tree, only if its not dead and leafless. One rolling boulder can knock this decaying tree into ashes.
The boy still holding the piece of branch, he grasps it tightly and broke it gently on his single hand. His eyes are cold on his hands, colder than the breeze of cloudy night. He opens his palm and the tiny pieces of branch fall just like the pyre ashes. His eyes turns to his right where the tree was. He went closer to it, His body was as defined as the leafless tree. Every hue of his slim naked top stands out and the moon seems so pleased with it. When he was one step away, he halt. A second, then a minute. He stands there glaring at the deepest curve of the tree. At his one gentle touch a branch fell. Thicker and longer than the last, sharper too.
The emotions across his face remain still. He walked towards the ascending roots of the tree. Healthiest among the rest above it. He sat in between and waited there patiently. While waiting, he continued his amusement at the sky; he even looks more amused at the stars above the coverings of the clouds and it, peaking through the humongous branches. He started his hymn again but this time with the beat of a coming thunder clouds.
His face. Cold yet speaking warmth, mysterious yet familiar, lovely but seem hurt. How strange.
Another thunder struck. In a blink of an eye there was another man, over another. They were seven of them against a person that was singing a while ago. Where did they come from?
Blood mixed with rain. What I used to remember smelling turns into toxifying smell of iron.
The last thing I knew, I was unconsciously following him, watching him neither sliting nor stabing their neck, seeing him tie all the men's feet together, hauling a total of seven, probably, dead, just twitching bodies getting thrown towards the river current, seeing the river turns red in the darkest night. What I have seen was not at it's worse yet. For I knew that night, meeting his dreadful eyes with mine is a sin that even death would not be enough for me to recieve.
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Plagiarism is a CRIME.
Author's Note:
This was my first story. Any typos, complications, confusions and corrections will be considered to be improved throughout the whole process of progression.
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Neverland
Mystery / Thriller"He is wicked, a murderer, a criminal on the eyes of law He indeed was an evil It was he, who never let someone enter Him, who puts justice on a vice hand" May gods forbid him thus... he sined"
