Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 The history of chip

The sound of the patrol car and its serene starts to devour the silence of the afternoon. A sudden tragic news then did arrived on tagbina surigao del sur. A news of death because of the group called vigilante. A merciless killing cops who would not spare even those who are in line of the government. A son of a local mayor just died in a glimpse of the eyes as he serve the local town. A young guy would later realize that such tragic scene, would later realize the voices on his head. The secret of the government when it dires to kill. One man riding on a car gasp the vivid memory as he head to the cemetery. "That day, I would never know the connections in the government that exist. That day I never knew how dirty the mindanao, and how dirty are they when they start to kill.". Then the engine starts run so slowly bit by bit and by bit, until did stopped. He went out and he look infront of him. There lies a collection of tomb. Tomb which is so very unrefined. His footsteps then did suddenly was devoured with blood. A memory of the carnage appeared behind him. One man hanged to death dangling on the air as he lay cold and dead hanged on a rope did appear behind him. A policeman who died on a patrol car doing his duty did appear. A jeepney driver shot in the head, as he work. A farmers plane pilot shot in the head as he works as it landed on the ground. A motorcycle driver died on the street, shot in the head as he falls unto the ground. The footsteps of a guy then did appear on a cemetery as he reached the tomb. He looked at it and on it it says Lope S. Cuyno, died 1994. He gave out a sigh and he looked on that tomb. "There is a reason, a reason for every death in this place. The voices in our head, are real grand father. You died, like a dog.". He looked on the other side and there lies a tomb with a name floria calang cuyno. "The town like usual, is unmerciful to you. I can understand the hatred with in you.". He closed his eyes and there lies an image of every scenes in his life. A man on a mall on gaisano mall of davao bajada decided for himself, to embrace the great height and its wind. He jumped on a great height with his body landed on the ground, as his heart slowly fades. Blood then did dripped on the ground. He opens his eyes and he added. "Davao city as you see, is comparable to ours. The death of those persons manipulated by the crowd and the government. I witnessed one. It is so terrifying. To see ones death in the eyes. Grandpa, the voices in the head, they are real. Your death proves it well. There's no chip in us. The government, this government did tricked us.". Then he looked at the tomb and the years on it starts to show, 1924, 1935. "The war did better in the old days. They ruined the life of the many because of it. The world war changes the world.". He took the lighter on his pocket and he saw the old candle and he lighted it with flame. The he stood up and he went to the nearby chair. There he looked for the tomb of his grandparents. "The torture in the head, the voices that we hear.". He said. Then he looked at the nearby Pacific equador type of flower. He saw a vivid memory of the old woman's past. "The voices In the head since 90s and 80s. I remember your brother words grandpa. He said we no longer need malacanang with it.". Then he looked back st the candle. Then he added "Which ruined the family line even more. The voices inside the head that hunted our life.". The dangling yellow and orange fire did start to melt the candle on his front. The malacanang, the government of the philippines. The Palace of the Old has a secret to be told. A secret untold to the public. A secret that separates the power to its people. A secret that sets hierarchy to everyone and will make those who sit on it change its perspective. The villain then did start to talk "Davao city isn't not that different am I right. The place were the punisher lives.". Then the guy raised his head and tried to look at what's behind him. There lies the tomb of those who died in early 90s, and early year of 2000. They are those who suffered same sickness in the head. Tormented in the head so silently, with out evident justice. The devil smiled and he gave a word "Like your brothers who suffered same fate. A voice that ruined their life, the eyes that are all connected. Like what your brother said. With it we no longer need malacanang.". Make sense. At vivid memory of a policeman died in the hands of a vigilante did appear on his eyes. A patrol car set on the side of national road, filled with blood and cold death. What comes next are immediate news that sent tragedy to the family. An immediate mourning, and death. "The malacanang as you see, do not spare even those who sits on the position. They spared no one. Even you, and your wife. The chips, we checked the tomb. There's none.". He looked at the dangling burning fire. There an image of a group of individual trying to look for something in the evening. Trying to look on someone else tomb. They were lit with fire and lights. Yet they failed and there's none. "The voices that we hear, are real. The voices which you gave your life for are of humans. The government is involve on it.". Then he added "Its just so tragic, that when we went out of politics, blood starts to shred those who live in silence. Chased, played and killed. Bit by bit. Blood is a never ending game.". Then he gave out a sigh. "So I decided for my self. The answers is Kill.". He stood up and he clap his hands with dust. "I still have a lot of tomb to visit. Grandfather, and grandmother, you are right. The world war 1 and 2 is of better than now.".