"A clean Homicide case was created that time. A demon among the family was born.".
"Your wife, as you see, hated one woman whom your foolish son bought in.".
"Your foolish son, created a daughter and a son.".
"The one Your wife our grandmother hated the most."
"Its like you too are fortunate. The both of you died on a same clean Homicide case.".
"Killed with the use of telepathy silenty".
Then silence was filled in the air. The gloomy dangling fire on his front, shows a tiny bit emotion as the candle start to bleed with tears.
"How unfortunate that a killer was born on our blood line. A killer who killed you and your wife at the same time.".
"Your wife our grandmother with pain and hatred in life, did her best to nurture your son and daughters. ".
At that moment one man appeared on a cemetery. Such man was known to the guy. He holds something in the silence.
"Time to go. That guy, that guy, is holding on something else. I must go overseas now." Said by the guy.
One man who did not even looked at the guy went to somewhere else. His eyes are cope up to something. His mind and eyes says it well. He reached a tomb, a Pacific designed tomb. On it it says a last name of Dela Cruz. His eyes gives you intimidation. His eyes were filled grief and hatred and sorrow. Then he lit up the fire. The candle starts to Melt.
Behind him an image of a massacre appear. The image of 1990 and 1980 did appear. An image of teen age years that somehow describe his mother and his father. Then the death that comes next. Blood, death and carnage appeared. A treason, betrayal of trust, carnage of life and death. Man hanged to death. Man chased out of home ending with death. Man played like a fool and becomes like a fool. Old man being devoured by something inside their heads, voices inside the head. Those memoirs was pasted on his back.
"Its an inheritable genes. The blood that runs unto us are of the killers.". Said by the guy.
"I started to kill them, as a reason for peace.". Said by the guy.
"Even those who are my friends. I betrayed them, until death.". Said by the guy.
"I offer this candle to you. Though, the town hated you the most.". Said by the guy as he looked and watched the candle and the fire.
He did sat on a bench, and he start to look at the candle.
"I wonder, how could the police not even attempted to arrest us of our crimes. It started long way back then. Why did they allow us to be shed on carnage.".
The dangling fire then did appear on his eyes.
Smoke and smoke did arises, burials and mourning did appear, death and death did appear in front of him. "Their voices and their deaths were clearly pasted unto me. Those who died, and those whom I killed.".
The wind and the flame did start to dance altogether. "Why did the police and the government allowed us to do our crimes. Why did they not hunted us in the first place. You know, and we all know, they are listening unto us.".
Then an image of a man played by them did appear. The guy apparently was devoured by the voices, and he lost everything. Until he died, in a clean manner. A clean Homicide case.
"Together, we know, how the government plays. I am guilty yet not prosecuted. I am guilty of the death, yet hidden and not prosecuted.".
He looked above him and the sky was pasted on it. "So in the end. I decided to be a vigilante. To kill and to kill those whom I know criminals. I did not even spare the narco politicians. Not even the mayors sons.".
He looked at the candle once more. There he saw the yellow orange blazing fire. "Not even my blood were spared.". He gave out a sigh and he looked at the tearing candle, a white falling tear of the candle. "It was a clean Homicide case. So clean that I was exempt in the eyes of the authority and the government.".
A man with telepathy that night, on his bed, with telepathy was given the cleanest way to kill. The voices of hundreds and hundred, even him, resounded on someone else head. It includes him, and those voices made the guy on the bed, stop his heart. His heart from breathing until he died.
"The brain and the heart, as you see, is connected to one, circulatory network. Those when mutilated will allow me. To give, a clean judgement of death to someone. I did used it, so professional. Which is why,.".
A clean Homicide case on the government with the use of telepathy appear on someone else blood. Hands. "Since then, who would have thought that I would embark the life of a professional...". He looked at the candle and there he saw hundreds of death. Then his mouth opened up, and the word was spoken in silence.
"Killer.".
One man closed his eyes. Then he start to remember those who died on his hands. Hands who died by the gasp of the devil himself.