Chaos Inside A Pen

  “No…not again!   Joaquin only felt a slight heat beneath his skin when he found out again the pair of swirling horns on his head. The strange protrusion got him in a complete panic as he stumbles across his bed with all his pillows and blankets roll all over the floor. He rushes at the comfort room, open the faucet and douse himself with insanely cold water while he is practically naked with only his boxer shorts on him.   The shiver that strikes like lightning down to his marrow is enough to make his flesh and brain shudder; completely shutting down the heat in his body and dissolving the images that nearly make him fall again to sinning.   How come he got arouse from just seeing a dancing group of girls donning a Sailor Fuku in a commercial? Their skirts are not even that short enough to have a peek at the color of their underwear! "This is wrong...of all the people, why me?" It was the same sentiment he always utters every after his bouts with his un...

Armed with S-Grade Kevlar suit and sub-machine guns that pack firepower without any recoil which is perfectly made for all-out assault; the 7th Unit lead by Chief Sakamoto stormed the former nest, Maximillian Fernandez before he went out of their radar.   The White Mansion, as coined by junkies and punks in the street, has lost its former glory and beauty. Its gates and walls are now draped with dead vines and vandalized by street urchins with puerile images of dick and pussy   It’s infamous gold and yellow paints are now like faded urine-stained all over its facade while its large iron-wrought gate has gone missing.   However, despite the dilapidated condition, testosterone boys and wild girls are now flocking inside the huge three-story mansion. Maximillian promises them that not just booze will flood his crib tonight; crystals, poppers, and other extreme party drugs will be available with the exact amount of cash.   But many from the underground is also expecting ...

Chief Sakamoto’s face was utterly at loss as he listens for the third time the audio file that Draymon has given to him. Instead of a resolution, the case that they are working on plunges into the depths of the unknown, and what awaits them might be the end not just for their career but also of the world. “What do you think Chief?” Draymon looks worried as he rarely sees their chief without its usual humor and wit. The wrinkles on the face of the Sakamoto suddenly increase while massaging his temple. The revelation of the angel clearly stressing him out. The answer they’ve been looking for give them more questions and problems instead of the other way around. “Honestly Dray, this is beyond us. Beyond even for anyone.” He sighs while wiping the sweat on his brow after finishing the whole audio again. “The angel tells me that I need to...” Draymon can’t say the exact words of what is the sky maiden demands for him. It's bizarre and at the same time too surr...