Entry Two - Child-Like Whims of Braille
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This is the braille of... well.. Braille or at least, one version of the translation. I have a reason to put dots here because one of Iloilo's guardians has a doppelgänger who I am told has the same name as her. You may ask, "How could they share a face and a name?". Do not worry, I will answer that in a bit.
I have told you before I possessed the ability to see beyond humanity, and they know I can see them, especially the crazy b***h of a guardian. I once saw her doppelgänger who had her hair in a braid, leaping and prancing around this small, but big city of love. However, let us not talk about her. I am talking about the one who appeared here longer than that stupid doppelgänger.
She has always looked like an East Asian (Chinese? Korean? Japanese?) who has the stubborn air of a Filipino, so I assumed a Filipino mythical creature copulated with a creature of East Asian origin. She also wielded a sword that resembled one from those Korean historical dramas or those animes. It looked like a shorter and lighter version of a katana or a ninjato. Though, do not be mistaken, she is not a ninja.
What crazy s**t is this? You may ask. I will answer, "Creature mating shit.". Maybe a creature from Korea got stranded here and fell in love with someone here.
The dotted alphabet used by the blind and deaf looked like constellations.
What is the name of this guardian? You may ask. I might remind you again that the guardian and her doppelgänger share a name and a face, so both the creatures and the media gave them names. Actually, it is more like the doppelgänger named herself Vigenere - named after a cipher that is basically just interwoven Caesar ciphers. We just accepted it, you know. She is the crazy psychopath who committed a lot of homicides, poisoned the water bottle companies with cyanide (and sent people to the hospital, even killed them), and tried to poison a pastillas factory using the same chemical. Luckily, our less-than-sane guardian (or the real deal) stopped her from doing the latter. When the creatures sabotaged a creature-napper's conference (that bastard kidn*pped creatures for his business, what the hell), they cheered the newly-given name of the guardian.
"Braille!" They cheered as she danced dangerously with her pink-edged sword while she killed the 'napper's men like they were none more than tatami mats. To the creatures and the other guardians, it was a show display of power. To humanity, that was a reminder - to never mess with the supernatural world (if you are not in any way connected) ever again. She means a lot to that world - to both the Philippines and her other origin country. All she ever wanted was a balance between the human and supernatural worlds.
But it does not mean she does not get involved in human affairs.
One time, in an impoverished town in Iloilo, there were a group of child traffickers who came all the way from Luzon to kidnap the local children for perverse reasons, which I do not need to explain to smartasses like you. I could tell they were not amateurs in the s**t they do since they were armed with guns that were effective against the policemen. They were raining bullets on us as I documented their every move.
Greedy, perverted bastards, I scoffed. I let my thoughts linger as I heard the terrified wails of the youngsters. I kept my thoughts and hopes up, praying for whatever god to already send the guardian here. Braille is known for being protective over children - both human and mythical. She would go to extreme lengths to protect them even if it meant committing crimes.
Then, she came, Moth-like wings unfurled with her tail lashing in unprecedented rage and in all her glory. Clad in her usual sky-blue sweater-like top (it looks like it only acts like it is) with a green ribbon tying the two parts of the clothing. A white long-sleeved shirt was partly-hidden by the sky-blue overcoat, green lining its sleeves. The one thing that proves her Ilonggo heritage is the long strip of magenta, orange and blue hablon hanging over and hiding her baby pink skirt and navy blue sweatpants. Her black boots lined with white fur tapped on the ground impatiently, expecting the traffickers to bend to her will and hand over the children. That did not work. Oh well, they are dead.
Even worse and stupider on their part, three men armed with heavy-loaded guns in front of the house we surrounded. She growled as a sword - her iconic pink-edged sword - appeared in her right hand. With a flash, blood splattered as she slashed the men's chest. They all dropped their weapons before collapsing, painting the ground red. She moved so fast! She was just in front of us, now she is behind the men she killed (?).
"Mga gago." She spat on their bodies before running inside, her sword still bloody. I heard gunshots from the house Braille rushed in (rather recklessly) before they were cut off by the gurgled screams of grown men and the cries of relief from the children. She suddenly appeared in front of us in a flash of pink light, now hugged by children. She also was not holding her sword. They were all holding flowers; it seems she had enough time to grow flowers to give it to the kids. She gently pushed the children to us, the policemen pulling them over to check them for additional injuries.
She walked a few meters away from us, her right hand glowing. I figured she was using a spell, but what kind? Her hand whipped downwards and...
The police officers screamed and gagged as she used her telekinesis spell to dump the bodies of the traffickers in front of us. They were bloodied with slashes on their chests. Some of them were missing a hand or a leg or even both and all limbs. I suddenly remembered the stories where she punished child abusers severely; she would dismember them and cut off their other body parts. Sometimes, she would let them live, but with an organ or two missing. I once heard that she sold the organs to hospitals or to various aswang packs in the country.
This time, the shitpile of bloody bodies lay dead right in front of us.
"Toodles." Braille grinned as she winked her purple orbs and made a two-finger salute. Before any of us could approach the hybrid, her moth wings unfurled, taking her to the night skies. She soared and flew away from the scene, leaving behind specks of glowing dust that looked like stars.
I exhaled as I looked away from where she used to be, looking at the children as they were checked over by the emergency responders. They were still holding the flowers Braille grew using her powers. They were raving in their beauty.
Who knew her crazy b***h ass could bring joy to these kids despite the bloodshed?
- Writer
