3rd Victim
Fatima goes upstairs to smoke one cigarette. She went to the rooftop of the funeral home where Arielle was lying, after she had walked out. And she needs to smoke, by the way.
Of course, smoking is dangerous to our health especially to a minor like her so she hides from smoking.
The Philippine government is foolish enough to assume that people who are addicted to toxic smoke will be stopped because they have made a mockery of its package of diseases that can be contracted from smoking. Why? Does everyone buy a whole pack of cigar?
"Fvck!" Fatima was shocked by the sudden death of the light of surroundings.
When Fatima looked at the adjacent buildings of the funeral home, the lights were on. She was about to go down because it was already dark in that part, when she met someone who had already climbed on the rooftop without her being aware of it.
"Head, shoulders, knees and toes..." The sounds coming from the woman's phone.
"Excuse me," she said simply to the woman. This is a woman, even though she can't see her face completely, based on her shadow, she is.
It looks like she's still wearing a uniform even though it's Saturday today.
"There are policemen on your friend's wake," she suddenly said, not letting Fatima get down. The stairs are still blocked by her.
"Huh?" What does she care about the police?
"They're looking for you."
"Huh? Why are they looking for me? Are you crazy?" Fatima said softly to the woman.
"You were supposed to be Arielle's last resort when someone took her life and you didn't help her. Naturally, the police will think that you may have a hidden agenda in refusing to provide assistance."
Fatima was shock. It is true that Arielle texted her. But it was too late for Fatima to read it. It wasn't her fault that she was late, her phone was silent and her friend Arielle knew about it!
"I don't care about their investigation."
"Adam and Tricia are also talking to Teacher Ashey."
Fatima's eyes widened.
She can't believe it! The two really went ahead with the plan! Foolish couple!
"Excuse me, I'd better go down and go to them then—" The woman grabbed Fatima by the arm and led her back to the center of the rooftop where Fatima had been standing earlier while smoking.
"Neither. Don't. I need you more here, Fatima Bataller." Fatima's furrowed eyes were followed by a harsh gasp because from the light coming from the poles of the electric wires outside, she clearly saw the face of the woman who was now holding her arm.
"You!"
"That's right. I am. Sometimes your memories are really funny."
"Asshole bitch!" Fatima was already overcome with shock. She thought that this woman might be responsible for the death of her friends.
"Really? Aren't you and your friends more assholes and bitchy?"
Did she really say that!
Fatima did everything she could to escape to the woman's grasp, she bit her arm and stepped on it, which caused her to be released and she was able to run away from her arm.
"Head, shoulders, knees and toes..."
Creepy…
Now that Fatima suddenly thought that Hera had died with an injured shoulder…
Arielle died with injuries on her knees…
What's with her in the two? Head or neck?
Run, Fatima, run! Her mind commands her even though it seems that she will run away from common sense any minute by now.
She reached the hair of Fatima who was already in the middle of the stairs. If she thinks she can escape, she just thinks it and it won't happen.
Fatima just felt someone pulled her hair. Pulling almost to suffocate. Pulling that almost cut off his head!
"An angel of death!" Ashey heard Azraelle whisper. She turned to the angel— Azraelle seems concentrating as he closed her eyes.
"It's Fatima! On the rooftop!" Azraelle exclaimed the moment he opened his eyes.
Sooner, they all followed Azraelle.
"Where are we going, Azraelle?" Randall was just asking when he was surprised when Azraelle seemed to be fighting in the air! "What the-- what's going on?" Randall asked Xian and Ashey.
"That angel doesn't want us to go up!" Xian exclaimed. "Azraelle can handle that, Ashey, let's get out of here."
"It's hurt in the eyes!" Ashey complained, closing and covering her eyes.
Randall seemed to understand by now what was happening and hugged Xian and Ashey away from the stairs. Of the three of them he was the only one who did not feel that hurting in the eyes the two suffered.
"Teacher, we can't contact Fatima!" Adan and Tricia rushed to meet them.
"Oh, Adan..." Ashey didn't do anything as she just hugged his student. Ashey just felt tears well up in her eyes.
Another one of her students is in danger of death tonight…
"Hold on, Ashey." Ashey just lean on Randall's shoulder.
"Angel dust was thrown at us by the angel that Azraelle fought on the stairs. Also known as clenbuterol here in our world. Substance that has steroid-like effects and is classified as a beta2-adrenergic antagonist. But literally powder. He mixed it. That angel is evil. He's not like Azraelle," Xian seemed stunned as he discussed that to them.
Randall ruffled the young man's hair even though he barely understood what he said. "So, you finally admitted that Azraelle is nice," he managed to make fun of Xian, to lighten the atmosphere a bit.
"Nah, his boss is just differ from that angel's boss. That's it Godfather, what I meant is-- Azraelle is the servant on the top, that one is on the bottom," Xian said determinedly and seriously.
"THE death of this lady is already set, Azraelle, you know that."
Azraelle smiled bitterly at the angel of death as well. But unlike him, it is an angel who picked up the dead and threw it to hell.
"We both know she can still be saved. She's still very young!"
"Tsk, you seem to have feelings now, Azraelle. That's hard. If I were you, I will learn to balance everything if you don't want to be like other people forever, just a piece of advice." That's all and the angel disappeared from Azraelle's sight-- carrying Fatima Bataller's lifeless soul…
Headless…
Azraelle clenched his own fist. The fellow angel did not even answer him who's the killer of Fatima Bataller was …
