Monday, November 16, 2009

Chapter 3

Four men surrounded a woman in that dark alley, looking at her hungrily. She was a prostitute, and she was promised a hefty sum for her services. She thought nothing of it at the time, thinking that the men were simply perverts with a twisted appetite for sex. "Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want. I won't go to the police or anything, I promise! Please just don't hurt me" implored the woman. The men simply laughed, and the one who appeared to be the leader of the group said "Don't worry about that little monkey, we won't hurt you at all...". Then he smiled wickedly, a set of fangs protruding "We'll just kill you and take your soul, that's all". They slowly made their way to the woman, taunting her at every step. "Guys , do you smell that?" the smallest of the bunch said, but since they were all over six feet in height, they all seemed like giants to the Filipina. "shut up man, there aren't any Dark-Hunters here on this side of the world." "Yeah, I know.. but there's something amiss..." The tallest one, who appeared to be about six feet five, sighed arrogantly, "Stop being such a chicken, adelfos!" he snarled.

"On the contrary guys I'd say he's the smart one. What do you say you let the woman go and face someone your own size." A voice suddenly said, startling the four tall blond men. "Well, at least kind of..." "Show yourself!" snarled the leader. A short figure came out of the darkness. At Five feet four inches, the man was hardly intimidating. He appeared more like a couch potato than anything else actually. He was short, out of shape, with a belly that was round with lackof exercise. The Four blondes laughed. They were Daimons, descendants of Apollo's blood line. They were tall, muscular, perfect in every way, and had psychic abilities. For them, the short guy was someone they can take with both hands tied behind their backs. "That was great, i haven't laughed like that for years" The leader said after sobering up, "but there's not much you can do, human. but I'd be more than happy to take your soul for myself".

"Stop with the bad b-movie cliches and fight already Fabio. Just attack me already, for a big bad-ass vampire you talk more than an episode of Oprah." the newcomer chided. He appeared nonchalant, it was either he was confident or just too stupid to know how much shit he was in. "That's it you monkey, you're dead!" the shortest Daimon snarled, then charged the newcomer head on. The newcomer simply deflected the Daimon's punch and immediately delivered an open-palm thrust that succeeded in breaking the Daimon's nose and mad him bleed. "Stop humiliating us Rick and kill him already!" The leader shouted. Rick snarled and turned on the newcomer with a vengeance. He rained punches and kicks on the short guy but all his blows were blocked. This really was humiliating, specially for a Daimon.They were tall, terrifying creatures of the night, and this midget wasn't even sweating! "For the record Daimon, yes I know what you are you asshole, I'm not a midget. Are we gonna fight or are all four of you just gonna stare like you saw a ghost? Some vampires you are, hah!" That finally made the other three get up and charged at him. "About time you guys started, I was getting bored with l'il chump here". They attacked en masse, and ten seconds later it was over. All of the Daimons turned to dust and the newcomer shaking his head. "I really need to exercise more. At least I got a good warm up from this." The guy left after seeing that the prostitute had left during the fight.

On the rooftop, Bathala and Acheron was watching the man leave. Acheron actually half-expected the guy to flash himself out, but he simply walked all the way to the bus stop and waited for a bus. They were at the top of the bank that closed off one side of the alley where the fight happened, and they saw the entire fight. "Do you have any ideas on what he is, yet?" Ash asked the other god. If the human was only taller he could quantify that the reason that the guy won was that he was a Dark-Hunter, one of the immortal Daimon slayers that the goddess Artemis created. But as it was, Ash was sure the guy was not a Hunter, nor was he immortal. Bathala replied "I'm not sure. his lack of powers suggests that he's not a Chthonian nor a god, but I sense that he has something in him. A power that I can't describe". "I sense that too" Ash said, "but we know he's not just any mortal. I know because I'm training the malachai, and that kid may not be powerful yet, but he definitely can be. The question is, what is he" and what side is he on?" "I got you beat there my friend, I may be wrong, but I sense he is something that is both and neither" Bathala answered. "How so?" Ash asked with an arched brow. Bathala looked tense. "He's not entirely good or evil, just like your malachai, but he has the capacity for both and we need to guard him and make sure he doesn't turn evil". Bathala sighed and shook his head, then turned to look at Ash. "I think we might have one of the true god-killers in our hands. Not just a Chthonian, but the kind that can kill anything. even Chthonians..."

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Chapter 2

Rai just got off the bus when he felt something awry, as if someone was watching him from a distance. He discreetly looked around him, trying to see if it was just the usual mugger or pickpocket looking for easy pickings, but there was no one around paying him any attention. At 5'4", at first glance he seems to be an easy target for anyone. After all, what decent small-time criminal would pass on a target like him? he was short, overweight with a belly that was more than obvious. He was definitely no ladies man, but then again most things are not what they seem... He was not a demigod for sure, his height alone was proof of that. But there was something about him that was not quite right that non can put their finger on.... Unfortunately that went for him as well...

Shrugging the feeling off and considering it as a figment of his imagination, he simply went on his way. But a short distance away, the tribal god Bathala watched him with a scrutinizing eye... "What are you really?" said the god. Being relegated to myths and simple folklore, the once powerful god was now weak with lack of worship. Most of his worshippers have steadily been converted to the Christian faith, weakening his powers by a huge factor. he had to ask foraid from the last of the Atlanteans to even help him with this, but if he was right...

This kid he was watching could be something he hasn't seen for hundreds, if not thousands of years.... He felt it, he saw such promise in Rai when he was a kid, wise beyond his years with infinity at his fingertips. But the Daimon menace was reaching his shores, and of the Philippine gods he alone had the power to do something about this.

And this short, overweight, pathetic-looking kid was his last hope.... The thought alone made him shudder, He only hoped that he was right. Or else, his country was going straight to hell in a hand basket. This is going to be hell to get over, and he was definitely sure about that. pathetic as the kid seemed, he felt that that guys had almost the same level of latent power as a nuclear power plant... If not more.

But the question was, how was he supposed to make Rai believe him, let alone train him, when the guy barely believes in anything other than Science?

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Chapter 1

May, 2009
Eastwood Technopark, Libis, Q.C.

"Well, I hope you guys find a job soon. Take care guys, okay?"

That was the last thing Rai's manager, well, former manager, told them before they left. Several of them were "released" by the company for different reasons. And his was because he had a problem with his NQA, which was because of a glitch with the company's software.
But still, he was held liable and he was released, and advised to reapply after a few months. And after the shift, their manager and tech leads took them out for dinner(which, due to their shift, was about three in the afternoon). they have said their good bye's and was on his way home when he felt it...

Or rather he sensed it...

Being a human with bound psychic abilities, this wasn't at all strange. in fact, his abilities were beginning to manifest themselves every now and then. If only he remembered how he had his powers bound in the first place...

He arrived at the Araneta Cener-Cubao area and was walking toward the next point of his commute when he ran into a brick wall... Or rather a guy who was built like a brick wall, and boy was this some wall or what.... The guy stood about six feet eight, with long black hair and a silver nose stud. Given that Rai was an average Filipino, with the average height of five feet four inches, he was practically looking towards the sky when he tried to look at the guy. if only the guy was brown skinned like him he would've mistaken him for a Kapre( a filipino tree spirit, ridiculously tall and always smoking a cigar). "Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..." Rai said apologetically to the guys. And he prayed this wasn't an asshole or else he was gonna get his ass seriously whipped to next week. "Walang problema dun pare, pasensya ka na di rin ako nakatinging sa dinadaanan ko e" (No problem, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going either) the stranger said in flawless Tagalog, which of course surprised Rai. TheKapre cannot be a Filipino, could he?

"Pilipino ka?"(You're a Filipino?) Rai asked tall guy. "Nah, not really. I just happen to know you're language" The mountain of a guy replied. " Well, nice meeting you and be careful now Rai, okay?" "Sure T-rex, you too okay?"Rai replied before he left, referring to the man's height because the guys was seriously tall.

"So what do you think about him?" Bathala asked Acheron. Bathala was about 6'2" so the Atlantean was a head taller than him. The only thing they had in common aside from their height was their long black hair. Bathala was casually dressed in jeans, white t-shirt and sneakers while Acheron was in his requisite ankle length leather duster, leather jeans, burgundy Doc Martens, and black T-shirt. "How did he know about me? Did you tell him?" Acheron asked the other god. "No, i haven't, and you're not answering my question. What do you think about my guy?" Bathala asked again. "He's okay, he's a nice guy and all but are you sure about this? There's nothing special about him, and I can't even sense anything preternatural abouth the kid" the Atlantean replied.

"My point exactly Atlantean"

"What the hell are you getting at, Bathala?" Then it hit Acheron, he was omniscient but he couldn't sense anything or see Rai's future. That was only supposed to happen to the people he was closest to or was to play a role in his life.

"The reason you can't sense anything is because the guy's powers are bound."

Acheron was getting confused, which wasn't a good thing. "Don't tell me we have another bound god or demon in our hands... I already have my hands full with Nick!"

"No, he's definitely not a god, my good friend, which was why I called you here."

"So what the fuck is he? And what do I have to do with this?"

"Ash, I need you because I need him trained. I just wish I can do it myself. At the very least he could be one of my warriors, a Pintado."

"And at most?"

"Ash I think he might be a Chthonian. And you're the only guy I know who's got connections in that department bud..."

"Shit!" Acheron exclaimed.

"You said it bud, I don't know what's happening but you may want to ask you're Chthonian friends about this. The last thing we need is an untrained Chthonian running around."

Ash sighed, this is going to be a handful. he can feel it to the marrow of his bones. "Okay Bathala, but you owe me for this. And you owe me big time. I just hope this doesn't get all fucked up"

"We can only hope Ash, you know we can never tell with free will" said Bathala.

"I know, and free will seriously sucks..."

October 11, 2005
Novaliches, Quezon City

Something strange is in the air...

Rai woke up way too early, it's past 1:00AM according to his phone and He's not supposed to be up until noon. A cold chill was in the air, but that wasn't all... He sensed something's different, that something's gonna happen but he's not sure whe nor where.

He's not a stranger to weirdness, but this is different. Like something significant is looming on the horizon yet he can't identify what it is...

"I really gotta ease off reading those Dark-Hunter novels, now I'm starting to imagine things: Rai said to himself. Then he went back to sleep .

If only he knew how right he was.

Baguio City, same time (give or take a few minutes)

Bathala, the Filipino ancient god, was out in a clearing looking over the city. Watching the night lights as he reminisced about the good ole' days, when he sensed it...

Or rather he felt it...

And this wasn't the usual prayer or request by some shaman, this was something else. Definitely something else. Something he hasn't felt in centuries....

"Finally! you Greek fates certainly took your time about this" he muttered to himself. Things are about to get interesting. And this didn't even include a woman or a disaster...

"He's finally ready"

No title yet.

Guys I'm gonna be posting my stories here, some of which are inspired by the Dark-Hunter series created by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Her characters will be making cameo appearances, but no copyright infringement is intended. Likewise, please respect the intellectual property rights of all authors. Including me, ok?