Chapter 4.

"There is a reason why hindi ako maka uwi man lamang sa Lugar na yan. I myself.". He looked on the window and he said "Ang dahilan ay marami na akong napatay.". He smiled and he said "Paano ba pumatay na parang hindi ikaw ang pumatay. That's me. Which is why I choose to live overseas.". Then he added "Puppetry, connections and power. It is so simple.". Then he added once more "When you control the information and those that are around him. It's over, he will die. Simple as that. No guns, no bullets, clean, clean Homicide case. Malinis ang pagkakamatay.". He looked back and he said "Am i clean, yes, outside. But the devil's lays inside. This is government and that is how we play. Authority, no need,words are enough. We don't need any bullets here. I play Puppetry.".

At that moment an image of the victim appear. One working hard, one at the top. He played them like a fool, and played them with fatigue and games. He laughed at them like the devil, he played them like toys. To the point that the victim will be shredded in and out. Until he become a lunatic, maniac and craze. Suicide is the only solution but it is not, endurance and faith. However, no matter how tough it is you cannot over come fatigue. The deepest bones and your cartilage will feel a tingling sensation. It would reach to the core, and will drain you out of strength. Who wouldn't be in fatigue. Plus there is this thing a great distinction. "My family line sacrificed a tomb to search for the chip, but there isn't. Not even one.". One man fatigued and out of strength, drunked because of the non stop torture in the brain. Drunk while driving on national road. When suddenly he can no longer hold it. An accident happened. He closed his eyes and he smiled "See this is the government. Clean, clean Homicide case. The voices on the victims head, tortured them to the point of breaking, and every fatigue is a consumption. Just like that, easy, and easy. Sabi ko naman sayo, wag mong susubukan, masisira lang ang buhay mo. That's extra Judicial killing for you.". Then another mourning of a family arise, it is another victim on the faulty government system.

Sfx: Broom.... broom...

Then a wheels of a motorcycle did starts to rotate and on the ground floor, there lies a dust. Such super fast rotation of the motor did appear. A rider with a helm is on its ride. "Another mission this time. You know who it is. The village knows it well. Go.". Then the riders rode on the street. Their target is jeepney. Driver. "Did you hear the orders?. Yes, proceed.". The jeepney driver is on his work feeding his family. The motor did finally reach its peak. The target is here and he smiled he took the gun. Then such scenes arise, and the silence of the such passenger were disturbed. Noises and screaming resonated. Pellet laid on the ground. Blood dripped on the skull of the dead. He lays on it cold and flat. Yet the driver rode like a cannibal, his mission ends it is another death. The passenger sit was filled fear. Who want to see an actual death, none. All of them shouted and decided to move out of it and their screaming resonated on all of the Street. Another death and casualty for the city.