TRAVIS As per my big brother, he did not like the way my friends introduced themselves to him, and he did not like the way he introduced himself to my friends, too. So it was kind of like, awkward, I guess? And everything he said, according to him, was just a slip off the tongue. Like the chauffeur thing. He was not supposedly disguising as that. He did not mean to say that. According to him, he was actually pretending to be another Detective from another police department because it was his plan after all. His identification card were ready, his badge was ready, and even the uniform in his car was ready to be wore anytime, too. But because he was reckless and did not know what he was saying, he had no choice but to adlib the rest of his words. After all, it was his own mistake and if there was anyone here who could cover it up without correcting it, it was him and no one else. Big brother was really idiot s

PHILIP “I don’t know what to feel,” Chuck blurted out as he took his right foot out of the men’s comfort room. “ They believed us. I cannot imagine the trouble we have to got through when they will eventually realize that we were lying just to lure them out of the crime scene. I’m starting to feel kind of nervous now,” he furthered, but this time, he was cracking and popping the joints of his right knuckle.   Rabiya grabbed Chuck’s shoulders in attempt to stop him from walking too fast. “Let us not think about that first, okay? What is important right now is that we succeeded in our mission and Travis and his brother can now get in here with no difficulties to face anymore.” I was with Rabiya when she said this, but I was suspecting her a little for feeling no nervousness at all. She was so chill. So steady as if she did not care whether someth

“All right? What happened next?” Cylvia took the seriousness of the topic to a whole new level . She spun around once, checking if whether or now someone had been  here to fetch us to the bus because if there was, it would be a big hindrance for us to continue the talk. “Well,” Rabiya was close too stuttering, but  it did not took her much more than three sighs to redeem herself and continue the talk, “We let him get inside the car. We have not seen the person driving the car, and we did not even had the chance to look for its plate number. We are not even sure if it had a plate number. All we ever got was the model of the car, the brand, the color, and the way it looked. That is all. Nothing more, nothing less,” Rabiya explained while dragging her head back to the floor. After she said those words, I mean those faked and manipulated words, I thought, maybe he was up for something again. When he said the car had no p

Illumination is often the light comes into a room that shines on something and emits luminance that brightens the place. Well, technically speaking, it is what it really means. However, in our case, now that we almost could not know where are going to be safe and when are we going to die, illumination would only mean one thing to us. Hope. The blossoming of hope to this never ceasing murder toll, and never ending sprouting of events that require one's life to end and everybody's life to suffer. Now the qestion here is, when are we going to experience our own illumination? CHUCK A hundred steps was all it took to reach the rest of our classmates who were gathered on the center of the hall. As expected, they were still gathered on different parts of the area, as if there had been no crime that happened at all. Cylvia was still sitting on the very first step of the stairs, while Geodie, Ashley, Yuri, and the re

I had always been fantacizing the fact that Hamlet Creek University was the best University to ever exist in the entire scope of the city. It was declared the most prestigious University among all the other Universities not only in the city, but also in the entirety of the country as well. Yes, it indeed costs more than just livers and kidneys to study here, but it all worths the money and the sacrifices.  Yet, it did not cost the pain. And lives. And agonies. And terrible experiences. It did not cost the terrific way of tumbling down from being held high above. Based from the recent happenings, I could say that these were all the devil's work. With that, it made me think that, what if all this time, the letter 'H' from the acronym HCU did not mean 'Hamlet' at all? What if, in denouement of encryption, it meant 'Hell' instead?    Regardless, what 'H' really stood for did not matter anymore. I just wanted to get out of this school. I just wanted