The Rebel's Project

PROLOGUE

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

OhSoSweet stories

Disclaimer:

This is just pure fiction.

I'm not a professional writer.

Please correct my mistakes, I'm still trying to learn.

I will use the names of big universities here in the Philippines but excluding the buildings etc. I will only use the NAMES.

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"Check the premises for bombs and traps." I commanded my team as we entered a two-storey building. I was the first one to enter and they immediately scattered after I instructed what to do.

Today was the third day in ambushing the territory of the enemies. Sobrang chaotic na ng lugar at wala nang mga sibilyan na nakatira. They really enjoy destroying innocent people's lives.

I was the only one who went to the second floor since maliit lang yung building. Unang tapak ko pa lang sa pangalawang palapag, may tumakip sa bibig ko na may panyo and my eyes were already covered. As I was about to hit the man, I inhaled a strong scent, and everything went black.

"Ang ganda naman, sigurado ba kayo na si Naia Chavez 'yan?"

"Ang kinis, ang puti! Mukhang hindi pa nadadaplisan ng mga katana. Diba gumagamit sila ng ganoon?"

"Baka namali kayo ng kuha, patay talaga tayo kay Pinuno at Pangalawa."

I opened my eyes to see a group of armed men surrounding me. I tried to move my hand but they were all tied up, pati na rin ang paa ko.

"Uy, gising na. Tawagin niyo si Mang Karding." Bulong ng isa sabay tapik sa lalake na malapit sa pintuan. Agad naman iyon lumabas at ilang minuto ay bumalik na kasama ang isang may katandaan na na lalake.

"Labas!" He shouted and all of the men went outside. Kami nalang dalawa ang natira dito sa maliit na kubo. He squatted in front of me to level my eyes and he creepily smiled and hit my face.

"Mga putanginang politiko! Walang alam kundi magsimula ng gulo!" Sigaw niya and again hit my face. Blood trickled down from my lips and my nose.

"You are the one who will gonna cause trouble here, don't turn the tables." I casually said and earned another punch. Sobrang bigat ng kamay niya.

"At sumasagot ka pa talaga! Manang mana sa ama!" I was confused on how he knew my father but I put that thought aside kasi may mas malaki pa akong problema na hinaharap.

Wala siyang ibang ginawa kundi ang pagsuntukin at pagsampalin ako. My face was really damaged now and he also punched my stomach and arms. What am I? A punching bag?

As he was about to hit my face again, a familiar man entered the hut. My heart beated fast as he approached near us. He looked a bit different, more simple, like he wasn't raised with a silver spoon.

"Tama na po 'yan at isa pa din siyang binibini." He politely said and closed the wooden door. He didn't even looked at me. Scared to have pity on me and make me escape, huh.

"Do I look like a Maria Clara to you?" I butt in and he looked at me, judging me from head to toe and pretended to think. As if he didn't really know me. O kamukha niya lang 'to? Impossible.

"I think so." Sabi niya at lumabas na silang dalawa nung Mang Karding. I just observed the little hut for a while. Walang mga kagamitan at isang maliit na silid lamang, dito siguro dinadala ang mga bihag.

"I'll escort you to wear you will stay. You are under my protection." He said as he entered at tinanggal na niya ang mga nakatali sa akin.

"I thought you'll let me escape, nagkakamali pala ako. And you also speak english here." Sabi ko sabay pagpag sa damit ko na medyo nadumihan. I touched the bruises and cuts on my face and it hurted, a bit.

"I only speak english to captives like you." Wow, captive. He treates me as a captive. Akala ko pa naman he still loves me kasi I am under his protection. Or maybe he didn't really remember me?

As we went outside, torches were scattered in the place and were light up since gabi na. But they still have electricity sa loob ng kanilang mga kubo. Wala nang masyadong tao kaya I safely arrived in his hut.

Pagkarating namin sa isang mas malaking kubo, pinaupo niya ako sa isang kahoy na upuan sa sala. It has foam kaya malambot na din. The hut has no rooms, pagpasok mo makikita mo na ang higaan, kusina, living room and for the comfort room at paliguan, may divider naman.

"Here. Gamutin mo ang mga sugat mo." Sabi niya at inilapag sa lamesa ang isang maliit na emergency kit. Hindi na ako naka angal kasi agad na din niya akong iniwan at lumabas na sa kubo.

"Is he really Alon? Or just a doppelgänger? I don't know! Nakakabaliw!" I said to myself while getting cotton balls and betadine. Pumunta naman ako malapit sa higaan to check my face kasi may mirror doon.

After I treated my wounds, naupo na ako ulit sa sala. It's already 11 in the evening nang tingnan ko ang oras sa isang wall clock. I think I should sleep now.

Humiga na ako sa sofa sa living room and tried to sleep. Kahit anong posisyon ko, hindi pa rin ako makakatulog. I kept on thinking about my team, my family that I left. My dad would think of a plan to get me right? Hindi ko alam!

While I was thinking, Alon entered the hut at dumiretso na siya sa CR. Pagkatapos ng ilang minuto ay lumabas na siya na naka sweatpants and gray tshirt lang.

"That's more like you." I said while still observing him. Hindi ko akalain na nakakasama ko na siya ngayon. Last week, I thought that the only remaining things I have that reminded me of him was his clothes.

"If you thought I'm your ex-lover, he's dead. Alon's dead. I'm Enzo now. Or you can call me Pangalawa." Sabi niya at humiga na sa maliit na kama.

Kanina I still have my hopes up to escape, na makakabalik ako na buhay. But after he said that, sobrang nanghihina ako. Siya nalang yung dahilan kung bakit ako lumalaban. But life sucks, pati yung pinagkukuhanan ko ng lakas, tinalikuran at kinalimutan na din ako.

I guess I only have myself now. I must and I will come home safe and alive, whatever it takes.