Restraining the weight of your luggage, you let out a huff of apparent vexation. Letting your sister pack for you had always been a bad idea, but you were too busy to take care of it as your flight was abrupt and you had no idea why you were suddenly task to travel kilometers away to Manila.
"I want you to visit someone, she'll be delighted to see you."
"Tay, what are you saying? How will she even know I'll be there?"
"She'll send some of her men. You'll know if it's them and they'll know you."
Not only was it skeptical but you had no idea why your father suddenly decided to tell you minutes before you were about to board the flight. It was all too sudden that you didn't have time to process everything in and react. The next thing you knew, you were here.
So, you clutched the crumpled piece of paper in hand. Finding any piece of clue at the small parchment. Your father's messy handwriting was scribbled on the paper, bending and going in swirls you failed to understand.
"How am I supposed to read this shit?" You mumbled, ducking your head and hoping that if your eyes were near enough you could get a glimpse of one word, but to no avail.
You could've opted to use your cellular phone, but you doubted your father would take the call. He was out busy gambling to Bathala knows where. Your sister was having her finals, and in the middle of her doctorate.
"Yeah, nope." You grimace as the exit of the NAIA was nearing your line of vision.
Sighing, you folded the paper and tucked in inside your Jean's back pocket. The afternoon sun greeted you with a harsh glare and you squint your eyes, raising your hand to shield your face. A cacophonous noise of beeping and horns flooded your senses just as soon as you exit the premises. Multiple signage were held by most drivers and most passengers like you drifted to their respective vehicles or taxis.
You stood there dumfounded, face void.
Not only were you addled to your wits, but you had no idea where you were going. Heck, you reckon you don't even have any sheer clue what you're doing.
"Well, fuck me sideways in a fish stick." You cursed, combing your fingers on your hair.
"Pardon me, iha."
You turn your head to the direction of the voice and saw a middle aged woman, her face stretching to an eerie smile. She had her eyes staring straight back at you, pupils dilated. Her hair was long, with wisps of silver strands. She was garbed in a grey dress, one that aunts usually wear during reunions.
Aside from the unusual aura the woman emitted, she wasn't carrying any luggage or bags at all.
Was she waiting for someone then?
"Uh, yes?" You start, hesitant.
The woman only looks at you, her smile getting wider and you swore you felt shivers running down your spine.
"Can you be a dear and tell me what time it is?"
You nodded and rolled your left sleeve, reading your wrist watch.
"About 2:17, Ma'am." You answered politely, reeling your anxiousness at bay. Maybe it was the travel jitters.
The woman beams.
"Splendid. Thank you, dear."
"You're wel-"
Your phrase was interrupted when you hear tires screeching at the pavement. You tore your gaze away from the woman as a grey, rusty car thumped between two yellow taxis, a heavy layer of dust and dirt spiraling to your direction.
BINABASA MO ANG
TRESE | ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿˢᵉʳᵗˢ
Fanfic"You can't tell me what to do. I won't bow down to the likes of you." "That's not what you did last night, love." ••• Manila is in the ruin and the paranormal is growing restless by the second. It is up to Trese and her group to put the balance ba...
