Sinasabing ang puso ay may sariling mata at kayang kilalanin ang taong mahal mo sa hindi maipaliwanag na paraan. Ngunit, pa'no kung ang taong kasama mo ngayon ay ginaya ang hitsura, pag-uugali, ang buong pagkatao ng taong mahal mo? Kaya pa rin bang...
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FAUXKHAMYA'S POV
I was busy packing our things for our Stallion Island trip when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call, when the other line was just silent, I rolled my eyes, this must be another prank call, but then a deep, electronic voice spoke.
"Wearing a mask must be good, because no one will know the hideous face behind."
"Look, if this is another prank call, will you stop? It's not funny at all!"
"I know your secret. We are watching you."
Chills suddenly run on my body. I warily looked at my surroundings in fear of someone eavesdropping, then I hurriedly went inside our room. "Who are you? And what do you want?"
"13th street, ***** city. At the corner of ***** bakeshoppe. Meet us in 25 minutes." The man said.
"Wait! Who are you? W-" Then a beep tone, and the call ended. I exasperatedly sighed.
I have to know who he is or who they are, or else, I'll blew up my cover and worst, it might cause my life.
That being said in my thoughts, I hurriedly get my bag and told Mila, one of the maids that I'll be out for a while and be back as soon as I can, since Beiron wasn't around. I took the black BMW and immediately drove off.
After twenty three minutes, arrived at the said place. I stand there with my hands on my pocket and looked around, looked for the person who might be suspicious. Suddenly, a man who had a short black hair, cut in strange Mia Farrow sixties cut, black sport jacket and a leather boots approached me then hold my elbow and guided me inside the **** Bakeshoppe at the far corner.
When we settled ourselves, I immediately talked. "Who are you? Who do you work for? What do you want?"
He just looked at me with his deep black eyes and that made me shut my mouth. He took something inside his jacket and laid few photos- myself entering my car, eating in a restaurant with Dr. Adrian Chepovetszky, my car entering the UNFRC building, and few more. But what got my attention was, the photos were shots of myself before the experiment, meaning it still have my old face. I looked at the man and he smirked.
"There's more to it. Wanna see?" he taunted.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I isn't important. But what you're going to do for us is what you have to know." he sternly said.
"And if I don't do it?"
He smugged. "You'll do it or say goodbye to your precious dream life. We'll send these to Emir Beiron Rafiq and you'll be arrested. But of course, we won't let that happen because we'll capture you and skin you alive. And if you tried to escape from us, you might as well hope you're dead before we get a hold of you." He threatened.
And even if I deny it, his threats were working, it send down chills on my spine. I swallowed the lump on my throat and tried to form words. "What do I need to do?"
"Simple. You just have to kill this man." He laid a photo in the table then devilishly grinned.
I looked at it and was horrified when I saw the man in the photo.
THIRD PERSON POV
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When Khamya went home from that strange deal, Beiron was already at the villa.
"Beiron!" She said for she was surprised.
"Sa'n ka galing?"
"Ha? Uhmnn... May binili lang ako."
"Wala ba sa Picka-picka ang hinahanap mo? Ang alam ko kumpleto sila." Beiron said.
"Wala eh." she said and walked towards the stairs to evade his inquiries.
"Sweetheart, maputla ka yata? Okay ka lang ba talaga? You know you can tell me anything."
She smiled at him. "You're so sweet sweetheart, and don't worry, I'm fine."
He reached out and took her hands, gently, drawing her to him. His lips were soft against her mouth, a brief, nearly chaste kiss.
"I love you." He sweetly said in a deep voice.
She stepped back, taking a breath. He kept hold of her hand, and she let him. His skin was very warm against her cold hand.
"I love you too." she replied. "I have to go upstairs sweetheart. I'll change my clothes then double check our things."
He mischievously grinned. "Wan't me to change that for you?" He asked while tugging the edge of her shirt.
She pinched his nose. "Later. I have to check our things first."
"Okay, sweetheart."
Then Khamya went upstairs. But the truth was, she needs to get upstairs by herself to hide the photo that was given to her in that deal earlier so that it won't be seen by Beiron or anybody, or else she'll get busted.
