Maan Mondragon is ruthless and indifferent behind her seraphim-like face. ang mukhang hindi makabasag plato---pero nangwawasak pala ng mga pagkatao at puso. she's a nightmare... dressed like a daydream. a harmless butterfly that stings worst than a...
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2000---Bronx, New York *************0O0*******************
She drove through the main road into the crowded city. it was raining heavily, and the water coming down on them was so fast she was afraid the windshield wipers might break. the little girl on the front seat rested her head against the window and yawned. then, later on, the child fell asleep.
the driver watched the cars whoosh passed them, leaving tracks in the puddles and disappearing within an instant. Everyone was moving, either going to work or just getting back home. wherever their points of destination may be---they had a place to go. she also has to be somewhere. she needs to get away. she needs to run.
from time to time, she'd glance at the rearview mirror to check if anything suspiscious is on their tail. so far, there's none. she held the steering wheel tightly, eyes on the road.
that bloody event hit her hardly. tears stung her eyes as those dark, murky things keep on haunting her thoughts. the child groaned and shifted on the seat.
"Kit?"
the little one called her name.
she tried to put up a smile---though it's really hard to do when you're getting away, running for your life.
"Yes? are you hungry?" she asked. the kid shook her head and rub her eyes.
"where's ottosan and okasan? why are we in the car? where are we going?"
she felt a lump in her throat and look at the road again. she's lost for words. she didn't know how to explain to a five-year old the bloody riot and treachery that happened days ago---that took the life both of the kid's parents.
"I want my Pikachu, Kit." the little girl said, pouting. she reach out a hand and ruffle the child's hair.
"it's in the backseat, pumpkin. but not yet." she said. "we need to hurry."
"nande?"
the little girl ask innocently. she sighed and get her gas mask and put it on. she has to do this. time is running out. she took a perfume cylinder and sprayed it on the car's AC. the effect was instantaneous---the little girl feel asleep.
"gomennasai, Kaori. i have to keep you safe and away from this place." she said sincerely to the innocent little fellow beside her, tears falling fast down her face. "in time, i'll tell you why..." **************0o0*******************
