August 3, 2009

Liam, a reporter on standby at police station one, was dumbfounded when he saw Gerald, a young man in his teenage year, with blood all over his body, including his mouth, accompanied by two police officers with horrified expression. With the stench of puke lingering around them, Liam hastily covered his mouth, grabbed his camera and attempted to take a picture only to be stopped by Cardo,

“Try it you take your shot, and I’ll take mine” he warned, dragging the meek unmoving Gerald into the interrogation room.

Gerald simply stopped moving after getting separated from Sam, making him easy to apprehend. After calling the forensic team and Geralds guardian, Cardo transported Gerald back to the police station.

“Why did you do that kid?” Asked Cardo.

Gerald remained motionless, staring at the wall. To make matters worse, when Cardo pretended to hurl an ink pen at his eyes, he didn't even bat an eyelash.

As he picked up his ringing phone, Cardo let out a sigh,

“4 more corpse were found, probably kids 6-10 years of age”

Cardo silently stared at the kid, took a cigarette then lit it. ‘What is this? Something’s wrong, he was eager to find the kids he killed?, Now that I think about it his eyes looks the same as to when he was about to leave the first time we met, is this an act?’ he thought.

“Gerald, you know I’ve been thinking of a way to die anyway so why don’t we do it together?” yelled Cardo, He loaded his gun and pointed it at Gerald to see how he would react, but Gerald did not flinch.

“Is Gerald’s mother there yet?, And while you’re checking that call a psychiatrist as well” requested Cardo. Coming to a conclusion that Gerald is probably mentally ill.

“Are you a psychic sir?” asked Linda, staring at the impatient woman and a male excluding a calm aura rushing through the entrance.

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(Gerald Santos Lewis, a teenager of American descent now known as the Philippines Boogeyman, who raped, killed and even resorted to cannibalism faces his trial here at the City hall of Baguio) Reported Liam,

Millions of people were cursing as this live news report made its way to their televisions, ignorant to Gerald’s side of the story, they were enraged and disturbed at the gruesome crime the young teenager had done, he appeared to them as nothing but a monster, a kidnapper, a killer, a pedophile on the loose thus earning him the nickname the Boogeyman.

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“what do you mean its already the 9th of august?” Gerald asked Cardo as they made their way through an empty hallway.

“That’s the least of your worries kid, we’re in here for a trial to prove that you are mentally ill” replied Cardo, still pulling Gerald’s cuff.

“What do you mean mentally ill? Me? What to do I do Mr Cardo?” Gerald started to freak out, everything just keeps getting more confusing. “this is a dream right? Mr. Cardo? What do I do”

Pushing the door to the courts entrance Cardo replied, “ah for now stay as quiet as you can and…yeah brace yourself”

“Gerald Santos Lewis, who kidnapped, raped and murdered five children recently”

“Huuuuh? I didn’t kill anybody, what are you on about?” yelled Gerald. With his arms cuffed behind his back he stood up kicking the chair back.

“Order” solemnly said the judge,

Cardo rushed to calm the kid down, taking a chair beside Gerald, he held him back to his seat, “ For now Kid stay calm just for now, after this lets talk it out”

“Please continue”

“On the evening of July 31, Gerald lured young Jonathan into a forest near a slum, where he raped him after hitting him in the head with a blunt object, parts of Jonathan’s bodies are missing whereas it is suspected that Gerald had eaten it.”

'No, what are you on about?' I didn't do tha-' Gerald reasoned, But the sudden rush of memories suggested otherwise, he could see Jonathan walking towards the woods, 'huh? What the hell is this, NO!, Jonathan, don't go there’,

Struggling to stop his hand from picking the blunt stone he screamed internally,

‘Jonathan, run! Please run’

“On the evening of August 1, Anica, Gerald's second victim, was out on an errand when she was dragged and choked to death in a narrow alley. Gerald was seen the same day with a full garbage bag on his way to the forest. Anica, like Jonathan, was raped and parts of her body were missing.”

‘Please stop, stop, stop’ he begged, looking down at the chocking Anica, she was crying, struggling, her face turning violet, her cheerful smiles now replaced with the hollow eyes of someone devoid of life.

“On the evening of August 2, On the same day, two of Gerald’s victims Justin and Gela, were in the same condition as Jonathan raped and parts of their bodies missing. All 4 bodies were hidden and tightly packed to a hollow trunk of a tree.”

“Blergh, plea-…stop! Just stop please Please Stop” said the puking Gerald, banging his head on the table. He was banging it so hard his head started bleeding.

His lawyer quickened his pace as he saw Gerald breaking down.

“the 5th victim Sam as narrated by policeman Cardo, found behind a trunk getting devoured by none other than Gerald, his innards hanging out and blood continuously flowing out. Gruesome murders that a sane person wouldn’t be able to commit thus the convict diagnosed with the condition of Dissociative Identity Disorder pleads not guilty for the reason of insanity”

Gerald now at his wits end , the memory of him ferociously biting Sam’s face starts to resurface “No It wasn’t me, I’m sorry Sam, it wasn’t me”

“It wasn’t me Jonathan, Anica, Justin, Gela, Sam, it wasn’t me I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry” cried Gerald, leaning back and forth.

He broke into tears, and started mumbling

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It was me, I'm sorry” blood poured on the floor along with the flesh colored tongue.

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Inside a mental institution’s room Cardo find himself conversing with Gerald.

“Life surely is unfair, it holds true for you. Years of needless suffering leads you here, I don’t blame you if anything I pity you, but that doesn’t apply to the clueless people incited by the media’s lack of information. To them you are a monster, a killer, a pedophile, an actor. How I wish you were an actor indeed, what a terrific acting skills you have kid” said Cardo,

Gerald’s eyes were hollow, his face devoid of any emotions, and his constant mumblings caused an uncomfortable atmosphere around him.

“About your mom, she knew all along. She told me that when you’d go home you would go running to her arms like a kid asking for her help, begging her to cradle you, night after night she’d wash your bloody hands and mouths leaving not that much of an evidence.” Said Cardo, hoping to see a change in Gerald’s expression he continued, “Your mothers dead now by the way, awesome right? you only have shit for your li- and you’re not even batting an eye to your mother’s death”

Losing hope of the kid returning to normal, he had gone back to what he originally came here for.

“Well It’s probably too late to persuade the masses and I am nothing but a lowly policeman, In this shithole my words would not heed any changes. They say compassion goes to the dead, tell me Kid...”

“Would you rather die?” slowly asked Cardo.

Gerald’s eyes slowly widened,

“I see”

Bang-