THE CURSE OF ETERNITY

Chapter 3: Justice

Chapter 3: Justice

Christian is walking home from school, his backpack slung loosely over one shoulder, lost in thoughts about his day. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the bustling streets of Manila. The air was thick with the scent of street food, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares mixed with the constant honking of jeepneys. It was just another ordinary day, or so it seemed.

As Christian approached his neighborhood, he noticed a crowd gathering at the base of a high-rise building. Curious, he pushed his way through, trying to get a better view. The atmosphere was charged with tension and fear. People whispered among themselves, pointing upwards. Christian followed their gaze and saw a girl standing perilously close to the edge of the building's roof. Her hair blew wildly in the wind, and her face was etched with despair.

A murmur ran through the crowd as she took a step closer to the edge. Time seemed to slow down as Christian watched in horror. He wanted to shout, to tell her to stop, but his voice caught in his throat. The girl looked down at the sea of faces below, her eyes reflecting a profound sadness. And then, with a final, heart-wrenching scream, she jumped.

The crowd gasped collectively, and a chilling silence fell over the scene. Christian's heart pounded in his chest as he saw her body crumple on the pavement. The once lively street was now shrouded in a suffocating silence, broken only by the distant wail of sirens.

As people began to gather around the lifeless body, Christian heard snippets of conversation. "She was a victim," someone whispered. "r***d by that rich businessman. He got away with it, of course. Money talks, and justice walks."

Christian felt a surge of anger and helplessness. The girl's tragic end and the injustice of it all gnawed at him. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had heard about the corrupt systems, the wealthy manipulating the law, but witnessing the consequences firsthand was a different reality altogether.

He overheard more details about the case. The man responsible was a prominent figure, untouchable because of his wealth and influence. The girl, on the other hand, had been left to bear the trauma alone, leading her to this tragic end. The injustice of it all was overwhelming.

Christian’s thoughts raced. He remembered an old, dusty notebook he had found in his grandfather's attic years ago. It was the curse notebook that he hid after giving maenard a punishment.

Hurrying home, Christian dug out the notebook from the depths of his closet. Its leather cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. He opened it, feeling a strange, dark energy emanate from it.

With a trembling hand, Christian wrote the name of the businessman in the notebook. He detailed the curse meticulously, driven by a sense of righteous fury. The man would die in a humiliating manner, exposed for the vile creature he was. Christian wrote that the businessman would die in his office, in the midst of a s****l i*********e with his secretary. His death would be undignified and disgraceful, a fitting end for someone who had escaped justice.

As he finished writing, the notebook seemed to pulse with an eerie glow. Christian felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if he had finally done something meaningful. He closed the notebook and waited, the minutes ticking by with agonizing slowness.

The next day, the news broke. The businessman had been found dead in his office, exactly as Christian had written. The details were scandalous, his reputation in tatters. The public outrage was swift, and the media had a field day with the story. The man’s untimely and sordid death was all anyone could talk about.

Christian watched the news with a grim sense of satisfaction. He felt a strange surge of energy, a vitality that he hadn’t felt before. He realized then that the curse had not only brought justice but had also added to his own lifespan. It was a sinister but undeniable feeling of empowerment.

The death of the businessman became a topic of hushed conversations and loud debates. Some saw it as poetic justice, while others viewed it as a cautionary tale of the supernatural. Christian, however, felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He had avenged the girl’s death in a way that the legal system could not.

As the days passed, Christian couldn’t shake the feeling of power that the curse notebook had given him. He knew he had done something dark, something that went against the natural order, but he couldn’t deny the satisfaction it brought and the justice for the girl.

For now, Christian walked the streets of Manila with a new sense of purpose. He was no longer just a bystander in a world marred by injustice. He had the power to make a difference, to exact a dark form of justice when all else failed. The curse of eternity was both a burden and a gift, and Christian was determined to wield it wisely.

The girl’s death had sparked something within him, a relentless drive to ensure that no one else would suffer the same fate. Christian knew that the path ahead was full of danger, but he was ready. The curse notebook lay hidden in his room, waiting for him to use it again to bring justice.