Sfx, sound: Serene of fireman break the silence of the town.
The usual sound of an emergency alert that would occasionally break the silence of everyone. The silence is out, and comes next are a great image of orange yellow scene of fire. Above it is dusky dark and grey particles of smoke. Who would have taught that in the middle of the night, an unexpected things will occur. Then what comes next are the panicy voices of those that are around him. The once silent place were filled with personalities of different colour. That moment, fire rages the town. Four, five and Six houses were burnt. It was like a sacrificial lamb, something which is done as a sacrifice. The next day, the whole town were saddened it is their first casualty of fire. Something which will not happen, something will not typically happen. On such town, there lies a great shadow. Shadows which is not told, a shadow in the heart of those who dwell on it. A shadow that would cover the heart of everyone. This shadow sends everyone to a lunatics. The black dot of a pen, did stopped on a paper and there you will see a line, line that says a beginning of the story. "The disturbed".
"Have you seen the report today?.".
"Yes, a mentally illed person. Shouting for justice.".
"Have you seen the report?.".
"Yes, daughter is lost. She shouted on someone else house.The poor lady, was played.".
"Any ideas?.".
"That I don't know.".
"Hindi natin pwedeng sabihin.".
"Hindi.. ilan na ba."
"Marami rami na.. ang napatay.".
"Wala bang kikilos ni isa.".
"Wala.".
On such police station one is filled with grief. They know it, they know it well. That, they could not disclose it to anyone. In this world there is this thing called as predator eating prey. The government is like that, they love to play. Mind games, trust issue, puppetry and torture and hell of a thing. The said woman under the bask of these thing are often called as puppets. On simple house, made up wood, there lies a woman, old and wrinkly. She just lost her daughter. There is this thing inside her that's says, her daughter is on a place, she knows. However it is not. On a community there lies a called thing as government. Those who sit on the throne knows it well. For several months and years the old woman was tormented to hell. Played like a fool and torture, on something we know as nut in the head. She grieve and she mourn for she had just lost her daughter. She would frequently go to that place, her voice, would resonate on that place, sending shivers to those who lives around. Her echoes would reach the neigjbors and those who do not know her would mistook her as a nutcrack or a psychopath, or a mental geller. Not me, for i know and I called her as one of those who are basked by the government pressure. Played like a fool l, thus I called her as one of those "Disturbed.".
"I did knows it well from the very first.".
One woman old, and wrinkly, with all of her voices shouted on my house. Her voices, I could hear it. Such voices are filled with emotions, emotions of looking for someone. Something we knows as longing. I went out myself, and I could see her eyes. Her eyes are filled with grief. I asked what she needs.
"i am looking for my daughter. I know she was in there. You are the boss right. She's your maid right".
I did tell her no. The thing is, we don't have any woman in here. She stepped back as if knowing she's in there but guilt passed on her and she looked on our house. She yelled once more and as if knowing it is. However with me, I know, I am alone. She grieve and cry on the street and she passes on some others house.
"You see, this is how the use puppetry. They torture the people inside the head. They want you to feel insecurity, to feel the pressure and the burden and the grief. That woman is just one of it.". A man did closed his book once more and he looked on the window of the car. In a second or millisecond, buildings passes by. His sight are focus on unto something. His taught is on such things. The people indicated indicated grieve and sorrow and pain. He smiled and he looked at the driver seat. He look at the front mirror and he saw his image. He saw himself on a suit. He saw his collar and he smiled. He talk to the driver. "How much longer would it be before we reached the libingan ng mga bayani.". The driver spoke saying "If were not caught with traffic maybe thirty minutes sir.". The guy went back to his sit. On his phone he received a phone call saying "Cousin.".
"Pwede mo namang gamitin, yung isa. Why did he call me now.".
So he took the phone call and he said "Hi.".
A welcoming laughter resounded and he said "Bobo ka. Where are you headed.?.".
"Where else?, to our kin."
"Have you forgoten who we are.".
"Sa kabobohan mo pwede ka nang di tumawag.".
"Told you, your an idiot. We lived our life, overseas. Look at you being nailed like a puppet.".
The man knowing their history did laughed and he said "No one is exempt. Even overseas. Wala tayong takas. Who's stupid now?. Plus, I'm clean.".
Then the laughter ended and a serious voice spoke. "We did it cause we are superior. We are ahead of them. They are dogs.".
"Hindi sila aso pare. Tao.".
"We will arrive next month. Be wary we will send the message and please, my cousin, raise yourself even more. Your very poor.".
The phone call ended, on the screen, it moves back to screen saver. It locked on its own and he said "Look at the guy, he is rude. Rude then anything else. I hate this line. They knows power very well. He just called them Dogs.". He put the phone down and somehow he heard a voice inside his head saying "Fuck you.". He let it pass by and he look back on the mirror, then a driver smiled and he said "Medyo matindi ang narinig ko sir.".
The guy then did said "Pagpasensyahan nyo na ho.".
"Sanay na kami Jan sir. Kaya ho pala kayo papunta sa lubingan ng mga bayani. Nag commute pa ho kayo.".
"Tao lang din ho tayo. Kelangan mag commute.".