C I T Y J A I L, M A N I L A P H I L I P P I N E S.
O F F I C E
Mike examined the pictures attached to the white board.
The killings are in order, from the first crime that happened in 2006 and until the murder continued. This is the hot case he handled.
Every murder victim's death is so gruesome that it leads to the question of why this murderer wants to target married men and elderly ladies in their forties and fifties. If his conclusion is accurate, it has something to do with the murderer's background or there is another reason why she/he kills, because all victims have family issues, such as physical abuse of children, and males have issues such as abandoning the wife or cheating.
So he really wants to handle the case because he feels emotional outburst and he wants to be the one to catch this murderer himself. The deaths of the victims were very suspicious and it looks like there was a big man behind whoever was killing.
There is also no trace or even code left that will allow this murderer to be caught.
On the year of 2006, after the birthday party of the convicted, Aleja Montevallo; according to his statement, he received an important call from his father and he rushed to go home to meet him. Afterwards, they argued about adopting a child then left; he was burning with anger while driving his car to go to a certain place to unwind, he received a call from someone saying that his father was already dead. He didn't tell who called him and his statement ended there.
He is also handling the case of Aleja Montevallo whom he also met in City Jail. He once talked to him and asked a few questions. He strongly felt it had nothing to do with his father’s death, but it didn’t matter, perhaps the case he's handling about the serial killer was connected to him.
"You haven't given up with that case yet until now?" asked the lady in a white long-sleeved polo and trousers that perfectly fits to the curve of her body and black boots. Her long hair was in a ponytail while holding a coffee with the case of a caliber gun hanging from her waist.
"No one is holding this case out of fear—and one more thing, if I catch this serial killer, there will be a chance that my father will look up at me," he said bitterly, still not taking his eyes off the whiteboard.
The father is a Chief Minister here in the City Jails. He is known for solving big—serious or impossible cases that his father can easily solve. That's his father and he undervalues his son because for him, Mike is just some weak, pushover detective.
But his father was proud of his older brother holding the district of the City Jails. His older brother is known for being an animal when it comes to solving crimes. He also has many connections with the government and other politicians.
Mike is different, he has nothing to be proud of. Not even a single case has been resolved. He is not successful. Not one suspect of the cases he handles has ever been caught. He is being insulted in their office because he's not even close to how good his father and brother are. Her mother is a great doctor who didn't pay him much attention because she was more focused on his older brother. She works at a renowned hospital, so people are envious of their family.
Casya Castillo, her friend when he only needed something, was silenced. She secretly admires him, but it seems impossible for him to notice that because he is too ambitious and determined to reach his goals. "What if you fail to catch the culprit?" she asked while fixing her gaze upon him.
Mike turned to her, the corner of his lips lifted. "Then I'd rather kill myself than face huge humiliation." He tightened his jaw and returned his gaze to the whiteboard.
Casya sighed and lowered the mug of coffee she was holding. “I got a lead about the killer you’re investigating, but—" he was surprised when Mike looked at her suddenly. His face was so close, his smile widen, and he was holding both of her shoulders.
"You already know what's the gender of the killer and you already have leads about that killer?" Mike asked with an excitement in his voice. He can't hide the fact that all his effort won't go in vain.
Casya nodded, a little lost in mind, but she quickly shook her head which made Mike's forehead furrowed. "I mean, we have a lead case that isn't very clear. And we're not yet sure if the killer is a woman or a man. But according to the mark killer left on the crime scene, it's definitely a woman," he stopped and took a deep breath, reassuringly. Her heart was beating fast as the man approached her closer.
"I knew it!" He flipped and walked away from Casya. Casya quickly held her chest because it's beating fast.
"I know she's a girl because according to her victims, it's about families with problems involved. And if I'm not mistaken, she's just a kid," he concluded that makes Casya's forehead frown.
‘‘What do you mean?’’ Casya asked as her eyebrows met.
Mike ignored her and pasted something on the whiteboard. A piece of paper with a picture of a girl. "Black knife with a snake design and letter A," Mike exclaimed with a horrible grin on his lips.
Casya became nervous because of it, she thinks that he would be involved and that something bad might happen due to Mike's eagerness to find the killer.
"Dark Snake, wherever you are I will surely find you," Mike whispered underneath his breath, as a grin flashed on his lips.
P A R A D I S E C L U B
Noisy, lights on and off, and a foul smell of cigarettes and alcohol welcomed Misty's nose as she entered the Paradise Club.
People there seemed to be settled free in their respective cages. The women wore tiny and short clothes that their groin and buttocks could be seen already when they bent backwards.
Everyone, male or female, danced on the wide stage where the DJ was also present and played a party song to distract everyone in the bar.
It's crowded on the second floor of the bar, people are exchanging kisses with their partners or with the men they just met here.
“This is what I like! This is what we call happiness!” Misty shouted and raised her hands, in unison with the loud music.
The boys that were there approached and glanced at her and the funny thing was that they left their girl companions just to go to her. The girls looked at her sharply. Misty laughed softly and shook slightly.
‘Oh C’mon! Don’t look at me like that! I know I’m a goddess and it’s not my fault that you’re not. I look like a queen and you all are my slaves, bitch!’ she shouted in her mind and raised an eyebrow at the girls who looked angrily at her, at the same time parting her hair and grinding even harder.
The men around him clung even more and others even stole holds of her waist. She ignored that and danced flirty.
They danced for a long time but she did not let them touch her and if anyone tried, she would immediately pull them away or she would make an excuse and switch to the man that is her type.
It's annoying when men are the same over and over again, the dish should be inconsistent!
“One glass of margarita please, handsome!” She told the bartender her order. The redness on the man's cheek could not escape her sight, it was obvious that he liked her especially since Misty was always here. She's probably a consistent client here.
Misty likes him, too, ‘cause everytime she teases him like that, he always blushes and seems shy. So cute.
Her smooth, white thighs were clearly seen as she sat in a high chair with one thigh elevated above the other. Her chest is clearly visible; it is neither large nor little, and it is only modestly convex, making it more appealing to men.
“Ms. Misty, this is your order Margarita,” shyness was obvious in the bartender's voice. It was still bent over and didn't seem to want to meet Misty's sharp gaze.
Macon Payabyab was a shy-type person who works as a bartender at the bar where Misty was a regular for a long time. He has a good appearance, but he's a poor man in Misty's eyes. She doesn't like this type of guy, who is poor and doesn't have enough money just like her, tsk!
“Thanks,” Misty smiled seductively as she handed over the margarita and deliberately slid her hand slightly at the bartender. She saw the man goosebumps and she laughed in her mind.
“Where is your boss? Looks like I didn't see her,” she said without noticing Samara Evangeline, the person who knew her illness.
Samara found out her secret as she was probably here almost every week. Sometimes it was Alex, Ivy, Rain, and of course Ameira. Except for her two siblings, Aimee and Eries because they are too busy with their lives.
But do you know who is the worst?
Alex, his older brother. God! He almost kissed Samara’s foot because he does and gets what he wants. Then she found out that her older brother Alex—damn! He flirts too much with Samara, she once told her that Alex kissed her which is very very disgusting, yikes!
That man! He’s definitely a womanizer! He flirts with anyone, but good thing Ameira didn’t know about that because for sure he will kill Alex. Though, he’s Alex too. Damn!
"She was on the second floor, her guests came, two men," he announced.
Misty’s brows furrowed. “Guests? Two men? Oh, that’s odd. I’ve never seen her entertain men,” she said.
“I don't know, it looks like she knows the two men. What I heard in their conversation earlier was that the two were just released from prison and it was also the birthday of one of them,” he added.
Misty smirked. Came out from jail? Wow! For the first time, she wanted to cheer Samara, she had no idea that her friend had this side because she had never seen her flirt with boys. She was sober and it was the boys who always approached her but she's really distant with them, which she could not understand with her friend.
Forasmuch she’s beautiful and duh! She and Misty are also different. Misty just wants to flirt and have no label, of course. They’re just good for fun and nothing more!
"Okay, I got it!" She jumped into the high chair she was sitting on and arranged her long pitch black hair up to her waist. Her real hair is really short, maybe just up to her shoulders which is a bit curly maybe because it’s always tied up. But now she is wearing a wig to be different and not to be recognized.
Maybe Ameira won’t let her go out next time, it’s difficult . Her life would be so boring and her beauty will be wasted!
So, it’s a no!
“Wait, the—’’
She waved back at Macon once and said, "As usual, Samara will pay!" then walked towards the second floor.
As she passes by, men are all smiling at her, those rich, handsome men, who want to dance and even hook up with her. She refused them even though they are boricans. Not now, she’s not in the mood to play with them. She’s more interested with the fact that Samara has visitors and take note, those are boys!
So, she won’t miss this chance. She badly wanted to know what they look like, maybe one of them is hot, right? Knowing Samara, she has a good eye when it comes to men.
She saw her friend laughing with the two men she was talking to, not far from the railing of the second floor that could see the bottom where people were dancing too wild.
Everything that happens downstairs can be seen in their place since her table is placed there.
A jumpsuit that is quite shiny because of the diamond-like black color it wears, the armpits and beautiful chest are revealed, as well as her collarbone. Because of her height and beauty, she may be a model, just like Ms. Universe.
Okay, her friend followed her beauty, she won't let herself down, right!
She grabbed a cocktail drink from the waiter who just passed next to her, then drank it and went to her friend.
Oh, that's why Samara smiles too much because she’s not mistaken, the man who's wearing a white shirt is hot and he was smiling while listening to them, maybe her crazy friend was making jokes because she knew how skilled at flirting her buddy was, even if she doesn't like them.
Her friend was such an expert, damn! Will she lose?
Nah. Nah. Nah. She wants that man wearing a white shirt. She wants to take him home! Damn! 'He’s fucking hot and I think his down there is huge too. Based on his figure, he looks half. '
He looks so simple yet captivating. She wants him, really.
Aleja laughed out loud with Kendrick's jokes. He was also introduced to Samara Evangeline who was once chased by his friend when they were in University. Kendrick is in college while Samara is a graduate from senior high school.Samara jokes that he looks like a playboy and then Kendrick is known throughout their school as a womanizer and whoever became his girl, that's why Samara doesn't get serious about him.Kendrick said, "You're jealous because I have so many girls, but don't worry; you're just my only girl now." He winked at her, Samara just raised an eyebrow at him and laughed at Aleja's arrogant friend.Aleja is also asked to talk about what happened to him in high school and college life but he doesn't want to and he has no plans of telling what happened in his past
"STOP!" Misty shouted loudly at the man who refused her. No, she will never let him go just like that! No freaking way! She wants him. She will make him fall for her and beg for more! But the man did not stop and just kept walking. Misty was so annoyed that she took the stilettos she was wearing and threw them at the man before she could climb the stairs. This was because the Paradise club was downstairs and hidden. It is a big city and many people come here, whether they are artists or businesspeople. Misty was about to take a step when someone suddenly grabbed her hand. This time, she exploded even more in anger. Her ears were red as she looked at the person who had stopped him. "It's you again?! I told you, I don't have time for you. I'm married and I'm chasing my husband! Let go of me!" "I don't care about the fight between you and your husband. You hurt me and I can't let you go just like that," the man's tone was low yet brave. Misty chuckled, "So, what do you want me to
Upon arriving at the apartment where she was staying, Ameira headed straight to the bathroom. She washed several times, violently washing her face until she was satisfied. Then she looked at her face in the small glasses hanging in front of the faucet. Some makeup has been washed away, but there are still traces of lipstick and mascara on her face. "What just happened to me?" she asked herself as she examined her face in the mirror. Her eyes widened when she realized what had happened. She quickly grabbed the wig she was wearing and threw it straight in the trash. Her back was smeared with bruises and marks from the insult and from those who wandered on it. It may be covered with foundation but you can see the marks when you look closely. Others say that women are most careful not to get scarred or have any marks that can disfigure a woman's body. However, this is normal in Ameira's situation. This proves that she is alive and even in spite of everything, she chose to continue ra
Her personality keeps changing every October, the month of her birth, no matter how much she tries to prevent it. In the past, she remembered how happy it was when her mother was still alive and how hurt she was when everything changed. She sighed and shook her head, then covered the peanut butter and set the remaining bread in the basket. She got up to get a glass and headed to the fridge to get a drink. Her fridge was bare except for a pitcher filled with water and three eggs. She also returned the pitcher after drinking enough and returned the glass to where it was placed. The glass wasn't so dirty so it was okay to put it back. It will result in a waste of water. She walked into the room and sat down at the table where she was working, opening her laptop. A portion of the wall was covered with images, locations, occurrences, accidents, details of how the victims died, and of course, a map of Manila with varied directions. There you can see how and who her victims were. T
AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why. Her eyes were just focused on her feet, and her face was expressionless. Many convenient stores, such as the sari-sari store and food stalls, have already opened, and many individuals were getting ready for work and were now opening their shops. There is also not only one convenience store, but a plethora of food businesses in this area. There are some that are even bigger than the convenience store where she works. Ameira looked up when she saw the store owner, a middle-aged woman, opening the convenience store where she worked. She ran quickly to help her. "Good morning
It is past six in the evening when Ameira finishes her four jobs. She has different jobs. Initially, at Aling Lordes' store which is a convenience store, second, at a fast-food chain as a dishwasher, third, as a sidewalk clothes seller, and fourth, as a dog sitter. All her part-time jobs are in the same city, but on different streets where there are only a few rides or walks to get to them. "One order of pares, please," she said to the man who owns Pares-Pares. She sat in an empty seat and waited for her order. While waiting for her food, she swept her eyes over the place. The lights at each stall are brightly colored, as are the lights in the shops and other structures that surround the entire Makati area. There was a commotion around like at a market. "Here's your order," said the female waitress who was wearing a dress that she usually wears. They don't have a dress code or anything, unlike the other expensive restaurants. Ameira nodded and thanked her, then she started eat
AMEIRA was lying silently on the sofa while listening to a song.Unwell by Matchbox Twenty, her favorite.All day staring at the ceilingMaking friends with shadows on my wallAll night hearing voices telling meThat I should get some sleepHer house is very quiet. She is dazed and hidden in the dark. There is no one to talk to, only the furniture she has. But she was quieter, often keeping her mouth shut and staring at the ceiling.Darkness and silence.It envelops her whole system and life.Feels sick but what can she do to ease it?No matter how hard she tried to leave and forget the things that had hurt her, it only dragged her back to her prison. That's why she let it go and just accepted her fate—until she got used to it.She finds comfort in the silence, making her feel at ease after everything she has gone through.There are many kinds of silence.There's this type of silence that all you could hear was the ticking of the clock and every water drop coming from the bathroom and
"What is this commotion all about? And—why are you laughing so loudly, Kendrick? Are you being naughty again?" A skinny white woman blurted in while holding a tray of food. She's wearing a white jumpsuit and her long chocolate hair is in a clean bun. With a heart-shaped face, thick eyebrows, long thick lashes, pointed nose, and pouty small lips, she's undeniably gorgeous. "Nothing, Ms. Zebina. I'm just laughing at this kid," Kendrick said, still not stopping to giggle. "Every time she speaks, she sounds too cold. It's like you'd need a lot of blankets because of how cold she is, and then she blushes at the question, "have you eaten?" His face almost turned red because he was laughing too much. Ameira clenched her fists, ready to blow this man's face right now. Aleja noticed the sudden change in Ameira's mood so he tapped Kendrick on the shoulder. "Stop it," he coldly commanded him. "Isn't this funny, bro? Damn, when she avoids us it's like she doesn't know us. Then, every time we