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6: S STANDS FOR SPENCER

“Alangang Toblerone ang ipakain ko sa kanya! You saw him last night, right? He keeps on shouting that he was the pirate king and saw the one piece!”

Napangiwi na lamang ako nang makarating kami sa tapat ni Spencer. Patuloy pa rin siya sa ginagawa niya na tila hindi niya pa rin kami nakikita. At ngayon alam ko na kung bakit ayaw ng magulang n’ya na kumain siya ng chocolate dahil bawat chocolate ay may iba’t-ibang epekto sa kanya.

“OH! MY FANS ARE HERE!” Spencer shouted. Kumakaway pa siya sa amin nang agawin ni Parker ang mic sa kanya.

“That’s enough, Spencer. May plano pa tayo,” Parker said.

“Anong plano?”

“Patayin si Pigmalone,”

“Hala,” Spencer gasped, “He can hear you,”

Bigla na lamang nag igting ang panga ni Parker at tila pinipigilan ang sarili na sapakin ang bata sa kanyang harapan. At kusang kumawala ang bungisngis na kanina ko pang pinipigilan nang agawin muli ni Spencer ang mic mula sa kamay ni Parker.

“PIGMALONE KUNG NARINIG MO MAN ‘YON, ERASE MO NA SA UTAK—”

Iritang inagawan ni Parker ang mic kay Spencer saka ito tinapon sa baba. Pigmalone opened his mouth because of the static coming from the mic and ate it as if it was nothing.

“Hershey was really better than Toblerone, huh?” I joked, making Parker grimaced.

Nang iwan namin ni Spencer si Parker ay agad kaming dumiretso sa faucet. Before sleeping, we connected all the hoses to one main faucet — Spencer began to rotate the faucet. I awed when the hoses were filled with water simultaneously.

Parehas kaming tumakbo papunta sa glass panel just to witness Pigmalone having a shower. When the music seizes, I looked around, hoping to see Parker, but he was nowhere to be found.

At the ceiling, some manikins are still hanging. They have wires attached to their bodies, and the manikins were slowly plummeting as I watch.

“Amira,” Spencer called.

He was pushing two carts filled with kerosenes. Hinintay namin na tuluyan na makababa ang mga manikin bago ituloy ang plano. As the manikins slowly touch the ground covered with water ay pinanood namin si Pigmalone na makuryente, but just like we thought, it was not enough to kill him.

The water is grounded. And the last thing we need to do is to finish our chemistry experiment.

With all our might, binuksan namin ni Spencer ang mga bote ng kerosene saka iyon binuhos kay Pigmalone. The good here is Pigmalone cannot look up, and his vision was only to the first floor.

Pigmalone was in pain because of the unending electric current circulating through his body.

“Ubos na,” I mumbled.

I extended my hand to Spencer, simply asking for the lighter. Nagtatakha akong tumingin sa kanya nang iabot niya ang lighter at isang papel.

“What the hell am I going to do with this paper?” I asked.

“Burn it, obviously,”

Ginawa ko ang sinabi niya. At nang mabalot ng apoy ang kabilang dulo ng papel ay agad kong tinapon iyon sa gawi ni Pigmalone. Pinanood namin ang papel hanggang sa maging abo ito.

I glared at him. He giggled for a second before handing me the fire flare. “Hindi na talaga ako papayag na kumain ka pa ng chocolates,”

I used the lighter to burn the flare’s tip, and while it was igniting, I immediately threw it in Pigmalone’s direction. Pero hindi siya naabot nito. I heaved a sigh and looked to Spencer. Habang kinikilatis ko siya, alam ko na agad na hindi siya ‘yung athlete type kaya’t alam kong kahit utusan ko siyang ibato ang flare kay Pigmalone ay hindi ito maaabot.