Chapter 6 - Like A Lamp, I Burn
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The woman continuously struggled but nothing could stop Santi's rage. Her insides felt like a blazing fire. Her anger fueled her body, and she could not stop. She raises the woman off her feet by her hair. By now, some strands had already snapped off. There were bleed marks all over her head. The woman was already crying and screaming foul words at the same time. Yet no one on the street seemed to care. Those who did, did so by capturing the incident on videos. No one dared stop her. This made the she-devil inside Santi smile.
Humans would always be the same trashy creatures they've been from the beginning. After all, they came from 'God.' The same God that banished her father and allowed the same horrific destiny of banishment unto his daughter, to an innocent child. At this, her rage blows fully overboard. She embraces her full demonic capabilities as she hears the poor woman bleed her head off.
She was releasing her anger. Her fuel sparked light inside of her. Her darkness shone brighter.
"Keep screaming. Your tears strengthen me." She whispers at her. Santi's smile went from one ear to the other. Until it wasn't anymore.
"Stop."
Santi turns around to see a human boy calmly putting his arms out, beckoning her to slowly stop.
Who was this that dared talk to her? Dared stop her?
The noise of New York shut silent. No taxi cab blew its horns. No vehicle sped past her. She could hear no scream. She could feel the fire inside her fade slowly into embers, and then, into nothing. It's as if the world around her stopped, the rage inside her gone.
His eyes were a soft emerald, and they sparkled against the light. His skin a flushed red. This must be an exciting event for him, she thought, adrenaline must be rushing through that thin, scrawny body. His hair, curly and thick, was blown to different directions by the harsh winds. And she could sense, that among the crowd of people, his heart was the purest. Something inside her beat.
That beat was drawn to him, that she knew.
Instantly, the moment flickered and she was back in the chaos she created.
"Let her go." The man spoke to her with calmness she had never received before.
She stood for a few seconds, her head confused with her emotions. Unconsciously, she let go of the woman's hair. The woman crawled away from her, shouting, "You are sick, lady!"
Some people never learn their lessons, Santi thought.
The little audience she created during her scene quickly disappeared as a police car came. Two policemen approach her.
With the crowd disappearing, so was the human boy who stopped her. Unresponsive to the police officers, she was cuffed and quickly swept off her feet, head ducked down as she sat on the back. During all of these, Santi remained calm and unmoved. As the police car whisked away, her gaze turned back to the street she left, looking for the green emerald eyes that spoke softly to her. And as she thought to lose hope, there he was, walking down the street. Watching the police car slide by, his gaze meets hers, never leaving as they approach a turn on the busy streets, intently watching her being taken away.
"You're gonna have to provide us some identification later at the station, ma'am. No one pressed charges but street disturbance and alleged assault will have you detained for some time inside the cell, unless of course if you have medical problems. Ma'am, do you have medical problems?" The policeman on the passenger's seat spoke to her, but her mind never processed those words. Her mind was blank.
"Ma'am?" No response came from Santi's mouth. "I think this girl's got some mental ones. We should take her to the hospital for a quick psych eval."
"What? Why? That's not necessary. We can hold her overnight, and she can take care of herself tomorrow. Why go out of the way?" The policeman driving answered.
"I don't know, maybe because she's not answering and showing signs of craziness? Besides, what happens if we release her tomorrow not knowing her underlying conditions or contact persons, and she goes out and does this again? It's one thing for homeless people to roam the streets, it's another if we're letting a murderer on the loose."
A nonchalant chuckle escapes Santi's lips. A murderer. She knew the punishment for those kinds of people in Hell. Even if she was just another random human being, she would not dare purposefully kill another human. The payment for one soul is too brutal. She would not be caught dead with a dead guy.
Hearing her chuckle, the two officers looked at each other with worry. Violent, unresponsive, homeless, and laughs to herself- common signs of mentally unstable people.
"Okay, Tom. Whatever you say. Doc Lola's surely gonna be happy we're bringing her patients every day."
"Yeah, she sure will. We should stop by the Donut Plant on the way. Doc loves those."
"Damn, man. You sure are living up to the cliches of donuts and policemen."
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