Alice Vale Brixton has always dreamt of one thing in her life: freedom. But how can she gain freedom when her real identity haunts her reality?
(R-18)
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Twenty-five-year-old Alice Vale Brixton has lived her life in complete secrecy. She couldn't j...
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ALICE was prepared for the worst. She messed up her own plans and it made her remember the plan she had in Paris. Maybe she wasn't cut out to do wage a war like this for her freedom. maybe her life was meant to end this way. Maybe her existence was really something to be toyed with.
Maybe—
Laking gulat ni Alice nang may marinig siyang pagputok. Akala niya ay siya ang nakatanggap ng balang iyon pero mali siya. Her eyes were fixated on Salvador—the way he looked down to his chest as blood started oozing out.
Lumingon si Salvador at napasunod din ang mata ni Alice. Hindi niya nakita kung sino ang naroroon dahil sa panghihina ng katawan pero batid niya ang hawak nitong shotgun.
"You, mongrel!" sigaw ni Salvador.
Napabuga ito ng dugo at kumalat pa sa sahig. Bumalik ang tingin nito kay Alice at akmang hihigitin ang gatilyo nang may bumaril sa kamay ni Salvador na naging dahilan upang mabitawan ang baril sa sahig.
Napaluhod ang duguang si Salvador.
"I will kill you," he mouthed to Alice with hate-stricken eyes. Sinubukan nitong abutin ang duguan baril mula sa sahig per binaril iyon ng lalaki kaya't lumayo ito sa unang puwesto. Natamaan din ang kamay ng matanda at napasigaw itong muli dahil sa pagdanak ng dugo.
Ilang sandali pa ay tuluyang natumba ang matanda sa kanyang harapan. His face was down directly on the cold concrete floor. The blood splattered on the floor. Kumalat pa lalo ang dugo sa paanan ni Alice. She watched as the man continued coughing up blood but it was worse than her situation.
She knew that he was dying. It was a fact.
"You can die... to know... the truth..." He smiled as he stared at space. His eyes remained open as his chest stopped moving.
And until his last moments, he was filled with hate. Until the end, she never heard him say that he was proud of her. Until the end, her existence was of a mere thing to him. Her life was at his disposal.
Alice's vision was still fixated in front of her before it focused on the gunman. Ramdam niya ang pamumuo ng mga luha at malakas na kalabog ng dibdib. She felt a heavy lump on her throat before she could even mutter his name.
"Eiffel..."
It's been a while since she saw him... A really long time. And perhaps, if she wasn't injured, she would be running to him already, wrapping her arms around his neck to shower him endless kisses... The things that she has been imagining when she's finally given time to see him again.
Yes, she missed him... badly.
But over anything, she wondered why he was there in the first place. Paano siya nakarating doon?
"Alice..." he called out.
Alice felt tingles in her body as he stated her name with his deep voice. Hindi pa rin ito nagbabago. Talaga nakahuhumaling pa ring pakinggan ang boses niya kahit pangalan pa lang niya ang binigkas ng binata.
