บท 12: 12. Santana
Arthur, at the cabin's kitchen, prepares soy sauce, oyster sauce, barbecue sauce, garlic, black pepper, an egg, some processed fish kropeck chips, and many cups of cooked Cordilleran Rice.
He first crushed the garlic then chopped it into tiny fine pieces. He then fried it and after a minute with low fire added the rice. He then added the sauces and simply powders some black pepper. He then crushed the fish chips and added them to the fried rice.
He flips the rice gracefully and flips it as the smell of soy entered his nose. Its fragrance was rather fine as his mouth waters frequently just by smelling it.
Arthur finishes the fried rice and pours it into three plates, one for each of them.
*clang clang*
"Huh... That was from outside," he told himself. "I should tell Ricardo about this... Nah," he laughed it off. "I'll check for it myself."
*step step step step*
*creak*
Arthur slams the door open.
"WHO GOES THERE, HUUUH?!" asked Arthur rather rudely.
The night was silent. Crickets could be heard, but the wind was unusually chilly. The forest was rather still tonight, but at times, the wind would blow and move the trees and other plants. Arthur put his fists up as the wind's coldness began to heighten.
"Heeeeeeyyyyy..." said a voice.
Arthur begins to go back inside, but suddenly, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.
He turns around.
It's a headless woman. She wore a white dress and her neck is all bloody.
Arthur stares at her.
She stares back.
Arthur stares at her.
She keeps staring back.
Arthur stares at her.
She keeps staring back.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" shouted Arthur, slamming the door shut and running back into the kitchen. "AH!!! AH!!! OH GOD!!! OH DEAR GOD!!!"
"WHAT IS IT?!!" asked Ricardo, running inside.
"ABABA!!! ABUBUBABABA! ABA!!! ABABABUBABA!!!" shouted Arthur in fear.
Ricardo then smacks Arthur in the face.
"SPEAK, BOY!!!" shouted Ricardo.
"GHOST!!!"
Ricardo looks outside and meets the headless woman.
"Oh! Her? Her name is Emilia." said Ricardo.
"'Sup," said Emilia, waving to them.
Ventura then urinates his pants as Arthur faints.
Ricardo facepalms himself while on the table. He is sitting across the other two, as the other two eat their fried rice. This time, they are above the Grimm libraries. "You're not afraid of Aswangs, yet Ghosts make you speak like a whimpering cartoon dog?"
"Well-!!!" shouted Arthur.
"Bah... you'd get used to it," said Ricardo.
"Wait, WILL I SEE THEM ALL THE TIME?!!!" asked Arthur.
"SO WILL I?!!" asked Ventura.
"Yes and yes," replied Ricardo, taking a scoop of the Fried Rice. "This is pretty damned good, Arthur."
"I see dead people..." Arthur whispered to himself, over and over again.
"So do I..." Ventura replied, with tears in his eyes. "Oh Geez... I pissed my pants again. I haven't even hydrated."
"Suck up or shut up, the both of you!" shouted Ricardo, slamming the table loudly. "Ventura, this is the third time with your urine! Go to the bathroom and get another pair of spare pants, for God's sake!"
"Are we even supposed to be eating here? This is the Cabin of the San Diego Grimms! What if we meet another one of those monsters!" asked Ventura.
"They aren't all monsters!" shouted Ricardo. "I'm not talking anymore to you two sissies!"
After the meal, Ricardo told the two to sleep upstairs. So, the two went to bed upstairs. However, Arthur couldn't sleep that night, so he looked out the window. There, he saw the beauty of Burnham City, a bustling city on the next mountain. "That's Burnham City... It's part of the National Capital Region of San Diego. I remember nearly getting killed there when the Big One happened."
"Terrifying earthquake, that was," he replied.
Ventura merely moaned as he had already fallen asleep.
Arthur's eyes widened.
"I wonder what we're going to be doing in the next few years in our life, huh?" asked Arthur. "I wonder what games I should be playing one day?"
"Don't you see yourself taking care of a family one day?" asked Ventura, sitting up and scratching his eye.
"Nah. That's such a waste of time, don't you think?" asked Arthur. "I don't think I would ever be a good Father, Ventura."
Arthur suddenly sees two eyes staring back at him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" shouted Arthur. "Psst! Ventura!"
"If it's a ghost, it probably heard you," replied Ventura.
"No! It's two eyes peeking back at me!" shouted Arthur.
"Great! So great, Arthur!" replied Ventura. "Now whatever that thing was, which is still probably a ghost, will kill us."
"Not all of them are bad, Ventura," replied Arthur.
"Alright," replied Ventura.
"I'm gonna go check it out," replied Arthur.
Arthur immediately jumps out of the window and slides down the roof.
"Arthur!" shouted Ventura, standing up almost immediately and following him.
Arthur uses his Stand to swing around the trees, as the creature disappears.
Motorcycles could be heard in the distance, as suddenly, a group of cyclists attacks Arthur and Ventura.
The group circles around the two as the two prepare to fight. Their peering eyes darted at each of them, circling them. Their eyes shine bright.
"Do you have a Stand ability already, Arthur?" asked Ventura.
"Yep. You?" replied Arthur.
"Nope," said Ventura.
Arthur reveals his Stand, the purple vines, and charges his Hamon.
"What do you want from us, you bastards?!" asked Arthur, putting his fists up.
*BANG*
Arthur saw the future for only a short moment, and immediately pushes Ventura and down with him to the ground to dodge the bullet that he saw killed them in the most possible timeline which led to Ventura's death.
"Whoa!" shouted Ventura.
Arthur uses his Stand to grab one of the motorcycles. The motorcycle is then disassembled by his Stand and turns into two machine guns of some sort.
The man with the motorcycle then falls to the ground and enters the circle and points a gun at Arthur.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
One of the men is shot dead by Arthur's machine guns.
The man who fell from the motorcycle shows his true form... A humanoid with a lion's head... explaining the eyes shining in the night.
"I couldn't see the bullets!" thought Ventura.
"You're what they call a Sphinx, correct? Bah... What's important is that you're probably wondering what the bullets were, hm?" asked Arthur, in a cocky fashion while pointing to the man. "I used the gasoline of your motorcycle as the bullets! Therefore, now, you're going to say-!!!"
Arthur and both the Sphinx gangsters spoke. "You're going to burn me with your Hamon, aren't you, Grimm?"
"I wouldn't exactly burn you unless you say why you're all attacking us!" replied Arthur.
"Never!" replied the Sphinx, rising with a sense of pride.
"You foolish Grimm..." the Sphinx spoke. "You think that we, the Sphinxes, would be so humble like a foolish child?! We, the Sphinxes, have pride larger than yours, Arthur JoJo! We will never betray our master!"
"Stand down, Philippus... He is mine..."
Immediately, the motorcycles stopped, and each of the peering eyes closed, as they drove away, leaving dust around them.
"Hello, pair of Grimms," said the man, emerging from the dust, as it all settles around them. He is 201 cm tall and his body is quite muscular. Arthur realizes that his head could probably fit in the man's bicep. His fur is rather spiky and his claws are almost as long as his finger. His main is mostly black, unlike the other Sphinx's, which are yellow. "Damaso sent us here for a reason... to save the Philippines from your sorry asses."
"So, he's puppeteering our current President, President Funny Valentino?" softly asked Arthur.
"To save your country," said the Sphinx.
"From what?!" scoffed Arthur. "Our country is fine without him!"
"And it's fine with him," said the Sphinx.
"Not exactly," said Arthur.
"How come?" asked the Sphinx.
"I'm not exactly agreeing with our country being controlled by another white man," said Arthur. "Because if so, we do not truly have external sovereignty. We're basically colonized in secret by a dying race of monsters."
"Why does that piss you off, Arthur JoJo?" asked the Sphinx.
"Because I don't like it when someone's on your back where you can clearly do things on your own," said Arthur. "I don't like it when someone is a slave to another's needs."
"He's just saving his race," said the Sphinx.
"At the cost of our own?!" asked Arthur. "Ricardo told me that the Aswangs eat our kind and is the main reason why poverty exists in our nation. I heard that he's trying to do something big... What is it, exactly, Mr. Sphinx?"
The Sphinx smiled and brushed his mane to the back.
"Something you won't ever know..."
Suddenly, the trees' branches around Arthur and Ventura grab all of their limbs.
"Whoa! What's happening?!" asked Ventura.
"Uh!" shouted Arthur, as both of them are chained by the trees.
"Look, Grimms," he said. "My Stand, Santana, isn't powerful enough to match up to Damaso's Stand, D4C, but-..."
"Now you'll say," said Arthur.
Both of them spoke. "It is powerful enough to tear out each of your limbs."
"Huh?" asked the Sphinx.
"Since your words are not something that I need, I'd need to simply dispose of you!" smiled Arthur.
"What more of your tricks do you have, Grimm?" asked the Sphinx.
"Do you realize that I'm not holding my machine guns anymore?" asked Arthur.
"Huh?" asked the Sphinx.
The Sphinx looks down and sees the purple vines Stand 14 meters down to the ground while having Arthur's purple vines around the trigger.
"Your ability's pretty weak, Cicero," smiled Arthur.
"How'd you-?"
"Future you told me," smiled Arthur. "And guess what? We're on a Stand-Off..."
"Wait... I'll just use the trees to bring the branches into the orifice in their faces..." thought and smiled Cicero. However, Arthur smiled. "Wait..." thought Cicero. "The boy is smiling... Wait... THAT'S IT!!! He must have read me already! Wait a minute... What if-..."
Cicero smiled.
Arthur immediately gasps.
"OOOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he shouted, as he turned to Ventura.
Ventura asks. "What is it?"
Ventura then screams as he sees what's happening to his arms and legs.
Ventura is having a fungal disease from the trees spreading from his limbs towards his torso.
Cicero then grabs the machine guns and points them at JoJo.
"OH SHIIIIT!!!" shouted Arthur.
"You weren't expecting that, hm, JoJo? I figured out how your ability works... It only shows you the most probable timeline to occur. You see, I wasn't planning to use my ability on you, but since that was the most improbable thing to happen, I decided to use it. This is an ability that I only use as a last attempt."
Arthur smiles.
"Now you'll say,"
"I'LL SNAP ALL OF HIS LIMBS WITH A SINGLE THOUGHT!!!" both shouted.
"NOW!!!" shouted Arthur.
"Wh-?!" Cicero is dumbfounded.
"I can't believe you fell for it! There's a reason why you only use that ability as a last attempt, hm, Cicero?" asked Arthur. "I'm guessing that when you use one ability, your other ability deactivates... THEREFORE!!!"
Arthur immediately breaks himself free using Hamon.
"NO!!!" shouted Cicero. "HOW DID YOU KNOW?!!!"
"I dunno!" laughed Arthur.
Cicero then tries to resummon his plant manipulation ability, thus, his fungal attack is deactivated. Thus, Ventura is saved.
"SHIT!!! I SHOULD'VE KILLED THE OTHER GRIMM WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!!!" both of them said.
"WHAT?!!" asked Cicero, in absolute confusion.
"Now!!!"
Arthur immediately kicks Cicero from above as the Stand grabs the weapons, and now, Arthur had grabbed the guns and pointed them at Cicero.
"You like to play with your food, don't you, JoJo?!" asked Cicero.
"Yes, yes, YES!!!" posed Arthur, as he raised his left should and his right hip while pointing the gasoline machine guns at Cicero.
"Your Stand truly is amazing, JoJo," said Cicero. "But you do realize that killing me would lead to you being killed by... them..."
The other's eyes open upon hearing those words, as each of these eyes surrounds the two heroes.
"My plan isn't to kill you, Cicero," said JoJo, as he pointed his machine gun up.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
"WHOA!!!" shouted Ventura, as the branches are shot into pieces with the machine guns.
The Stand then grabs Ventura before falling.
"DAMN IT, JOJO!!!" shouted Ventura, slowly picking himself up from the dusty ground. "I COULD'VE DIED!!! WHAT'S YOUR PLAN ANYWAY?!!! KILL THESE GUYS WHO WERE SPYING ON US?!!! THIS DAMASO FELLOW WOULD JUST SEND MORE UPON REALIZING THAT!!!"
"Nope! My plan is-..." Arthur immediately grabbed a tree branch with his Stand while also grabbing Ventura. "TUMAKBO NAAAA!!!"
"They're running away!" shouted Cicero. "AFTER THEM!!!"
Arthur and Ventura run away as the men with machine guns shot at them.
"OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" shouted Arthur, as the trees fell for some reason.
"I'm rotting the tree's trunks, DUMBASSES!!!" he sneered, as some of the men are crushed by the trees above them. The Stand's vines wrapped around the trees' trunks as Arthur was revealed to have super-aged them with a simple zap of Hamon.
Arthur then shoots gasoline at them, causing them to explode with flames from his gas bullets.
"GAS BULLET MURDER EXPLOSION OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" shouted Arthur, killing several more of the Sphinx Gangsters.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!!!" asked Ventura, confused with the situation they're in.
"Well!" explained Arthur. "Your best friend is swinging in a mountainous pine forest like Tarzan with his guardian spirit, which are purple vines that allow him to create machine guns out of motorcycles that shoot gas bullets at a bunch of humanoid gangster lions. Damn... out of bullets."
Arthur drops both the machine guns as the guns caused two motorcycles to explode.
"Thanks for telling me, man," said Ventura. "I totally understand everything."
"You're welcome!" smiled Arthur.
"THAT WAS SARCASM!!!" shouted Ventura. "WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!"
"That's what a non-believer would say!!!" shouted Arthur. "OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!"
Arthur's Hamon electrocutes two men below him, causing their cycles to explode, killing a few more gangsters.
Arthur realizes something.
"Hey, Ventura! Do you think that at this speed, I could catch one of the cycles and turn them into a-?"
"I don't wanna be the Mrs. Doubtfire, but I highly doubt that that could be a thing," said Ventura.
"That's not something people say, so I HIGHLY DOUBT YOUR DOUBT!!!" shouted Arthur.
Arthur grabs a speeding motorcycle and it slowly transmutes it into a machine gun.
"Huh..." said Ventura. "Well, shit!"
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
"MACHINE GUN MURDER EXPLOSION OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" shouted Arthur, killing some more lions.
Arthur swings and spins around the trees as he shot most of the cyclists, killing them and causing flames in the forest.
At last, the final cyclist was killed, and Arthur and Ventura reach a cliff in their last swing. Almost falling off, Arthur pulls themselves back using the last tree he swung from.
Then, Cicero came before them, as the tree's roots slowly reached towards them.
"So... this is the descendant of the Legendary Crisostomo Ibarra?" asked Cicero, with a hint of sarcasm. "What a massive upgrade... I've gotta say!!!" he laughed. "Truly a magnificent and fine soldier!"
"Really?" asked Arthur.
"NO!!!" shouted Cicero. "YOU RAN AWAY RATHER THAN FACING WHAT'S COMING TO YOU!!! A COWARD, IF YOU ASK ME!!!"
"It's called strategizing," said Arthur, crossing his arms, as he points upward. "Don't you think that you're just being kinda terrible at leading your army and that now you're pointing out my flaws to make yourself feel better about the results of our battle? Also, you're a sore loser?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE!!!" shouted Cicero. "I'LL KILL YOOOOU!!!"
Slowly, the roots approached the two as they slowly backed away.
"I'M GOING TO SAVE THIS COUNTRY FROM BEING A THIRD-WORLD!!! I WILL BE REMEMBERED AS A HERO BY THE EMPIRE THAT'S TO COME!!!" shouted Cicero.
But Cicero never said it yet... He only thought about saying it, but immediately decided not to.
"'Empire that's to come?'" asked Arthur.
"Wh-?" asked Cicero. "How did you-? Fuckin' right... You're a Psychic Asshole."
"Oh, my God... Your boss is trying to make another Spanish Empire... What? The Filipino Empire?" asked Arthur, sarcastically. "That sounds kinda terrible if you ask me."
"Wait... you're planning to rule the whole world? Your boss is still trying to rule it even after so many years?" asked Ventura.
"Cryptids have been hunted by your kind for years..." said Cicero. "It is only fair that your kind and humanity will suffer for their sins against our race... It is only right that your kind will fall."
"At the cost of another race?" asked Arthur. "Tch-..." Arthur laughs it off. "For some reason that pisses me off! Aha ha ha ha!"
"However, you Grimms, are not like humans. Humans are known to fear what they don't understand, and thus hate what they don't understand. Grimms fear them as well, but instead of hating them, Grimms come to try to learn about them... But Grimms are forced by the balance of nature to kill our kind... Thus, it is time for us to destroy your kind... Don't you see? What you've just done to my people is just another act influenced by the true enemy... HUMANITY!!!"
"No race should be below another!" shouted Arthur, finally having Cicero get on his nerves. Arthur raises his finger, pointing to the sky as he lowers his face, staring back at Cicero. "NO RACE SHOULD SUFFER FROM THE ACTIONS OF THE OTHER!!!"
"But history-!!!"
"HISTORY MY ASS!!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE HISTORY OF OUR FAMILIES... OUR PEOPLE... DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK TO YOURS AND VICE VERSA!!! ALL I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IS KICKING YOUR SORRY ASS FOR STILL BELIEVING IN THAT STUPID SHIT!!!" shouted Arthur, angered.
"You're nothing like Crisostomo Ibarra... But the heart... it's still there... That dream... that he believed was just," said Cicero. "That, I can respect from you, coward. However, I must kill you... in order for my dream to commence."
Suddenly, a gun is shown spinning out of existence from someone's hand behind him.
"EMPEROR!!!" this man shouted.
*BANG*
Shot in the head, the bullet of Hamon easily injured Cicero.
As Cicero fell to the ground, crumbling away, he gave Arthur a terrifying stare.
"You aren't the heroes in this..." said Cicero.
"I know we aren't," said Arthur. "But neither are you."
Cicero gave a very soft chuckle.
Cicero sang in a dying and ghostly voice.
"Atin ku pûng Singsing,Métung yang Timpúkan,Ámána ké Iti,King Indûng Íbatan,Sangkan kéng Sinínup,King métung a Kaban,Me-Aláya Iti,É ku Kam-Aláya-n.
Ing súkal ning Lúb ku,Súsukdul king Banua,Píkurus kóng Gámat,Bábo ning Lamésa,Nínu mang Manákit,King Singsing kung Mána,Kalúlûng púsû Ku,Mánginu ya Kéya...
Manginu... ya... keya..."
Cicero closed his eyes and dusted to pieces.
"Nice speech, kid," said Ricardo, holding a gun. "Oh, this? This is my Stand, Emperor."
Ricardo gave a soft smile to the two, as Ventura once again, pissed his pants.
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