In the world she grow up, she was not a princess waiting for a prince. But a queen building an empire not waiting for her king but welcoming death. She was a writer of one who which everybody doesn'twwant to be the hero or herroine. They avoided her...
Hi! This is @fomuffo. I am now using this account to write my stories and to rewrite my old stories. Sa lahat ng nakabasa ng KDG this is another story of the member noon ko pa nagawa ang plot ng 13 members yun ngalang nawala ako sa sobrang busy and other personal reason. And yes, ibabalik ko ang KDG at yung hindi ko natapos pero hindi muna ngayon. Aayusin ko ang plot and slowly write it back. Thank you for all those heartfelt messages and encouragement.
This is your dark bloody and brutal action writer. xoxo
Prologue
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"We choose who we are. It is a misconception to say I was push on this path for I have no choice. There is always a choice. It is up to us if where brave enough to have one. "- Zai
" And they don't live happilly ever after."
*Bang*
" Mission Accomplished." I quitely said to myself and retrive the stolen files. I sat on the table edge and look around, thinking how the hell did they acquired this information. Masyadong mahigpit ang security ng Lost Archieve , that even Alexa had a hard time to burn all the information pertaining to our Circle. So how can a mediocre gang would manage to acquire such information of this caliber. And moreover, papaanong may naiwan pang files na ganito.
Kinuha ko ang litter and lit it up. What stays dark will always be staying in the dark. Tsk.
*Ring*
" Hello." sagot ko sa kabilang linya not bothering to look at the caller dahil labingtatlo lang naman ang may alam ng number na ito.
" Meet me at S Cafe." then the line went dead. Napatingin ako sa phone. Tsk! Kahit kailan talaga bwisit kung makapagutos ang lalaking yun. Tumayo na ako at tumingin sa paligid. The usual dead bodies, blood and the smell of death.
Pagdating ko sa cafe tinungo ko ang isang tahimik na mesa na medyo malayo. Umorder na din ako ng paborito ko dahil alam kung maghihintay na naman ako. I saw people passed by the window. Hindi minsan inisip ko kung paano mabuhay ng tahimik.
" Your early." kahit hindi ako tumingin ramdam ko ang presensya niya. But what the hell is he doing here gayong si Miro naman ang tumawag sa akin.
" I need you to come with me to Philippines." doon ako napatingin sa kanya. I look at Allen Villanueva wearing the same dead cold expression like mine. We used to be closed noon, that in him I felt the word love pero sabi ko nga we always had a choice and my choice was to kill the feelings.
" And what does it have to do with me?" tanong ko sa kanya. Now I don't know what happen. Maybe it's just natural that you would drift apart. Nothing is permanent even feeligs and memories.
" Here." Inabot niya sa akin isang envelop.
" You are invited to the 21st Birthday of Catherine De Vera." I gave him my dead pan look. Alam niyang wala akong pakialam sa pamilyang yan.
" I know you don't care but Black Water will be there." sagot nito sa akin. Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay. Oh tapos?
" You may not care but you have incomplete mission with Black Water." sagot nito sa akin. I clenched my fist. Tsk! Paano ko malilimutan ang bwisit na mission na iyon.!
" Finished your mission." napatingin ako sa kanya.
