Against the God: End of the Gifteds (HIATUS)

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[Joker]

Hindi nawawala ang nakakurba kong labi, nakalahad ang braso sa lalaking kaharap ko.

"Here it is, your proof."

I completely rolled my sleeves, to show him my arms...

Full of chain tattoos.

Napakurap-kurap si Clover sa nasaksihan. He looks dumbfounded, and relieved at the same time. 

Malalim siyang napabuntong-hininga. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Joker. I just needed to make sure, I don't want you to be our enemy."

My smile softened. Fuck you, liar. If you saw that I don't have a tattoo, you would've killed me in an instant.

"I understand, I would've done the same."

I secretly glance-side the person behind me. For a second, I saw his eyes changed.

Looks like this idiot still has some use. I mean, he should be. After I intentionally stared at Clover's horrible body, just for him to look at his tattoo more. He should have done this easy task.

Clover smiled. "Then, for doubting you, let us find the herb you're looking for."

My smile widened, my eyes smiled too. "Thanks!" Fool.

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Walang gana akong nakaupo sa ilalim ng patay na puno, nanonood sa mga bobo at tangang uto-utong naghahanap ng herb ngayon. Walang buhay ang mga mata ko, pinapanood sila na mag-aksaya ng oras.

I'm fucking bored... really fucking bored.

But I need to do this, to waste time. Because I know... someone will come to get us.

Pero nakadepende kung sino ang ipadadala nila kung gaano katagal nila kami mahahanap at mapupuntahan. Still, I already have a hunch.

I took a deep sigh. Fucking boring.

"Hey... h-how?"

Mas lalong nawalan ng buhay ang mga mata ko nang makarinig ako ng boses sa gilid ko. Kapwa ko ay may nakaupo rin sa ilalim ng puno na uto-uto. I glanced at him, eyes dead. His appearance is really the fucking opposite of how he acts.

He looks like a punk, but now, his eyes are getting teary again while looking at me, as if I'm an angel or something shit like that.

"H-How did you know I can do that? Kung hindi ko nagawa 'yon... mapapahamak ka." He's talking about the fucking tattoo shit again. "D-Do you trust me that much?"

Despite my dead eyes, I showed a raw smile. "Of course."

Of course not, fucking idiot.

Trust? Risk? Those are fucking stupid.

I don't do risks, I need to be fucking accurate at all times.

Of course I know he can do it, art is his gift, and I know all kinds of gifts. He can make anything he draw real, and copy what exactly he sees. Tho, nakadepende sa kung anong iniisip niya rin ang magiging function nito.

He's already at his right mind, for what is the reason that I hit his head? And, if he's really still not thinking straight, then there's a chance that he could've passed out at the moment he saw Clover, or he'll run away.

But he didn't, instead, he stood there, looking at him. Which I presume that he can still do something. Even though he's scared, his body responded right, and for that reason, adrenaline was released.