บท 8: 8. Sono Chi No Sadame
Simoun covered Elias's grave, as he stabbed the shovel in the ground.
Simoun stared at Elias's grave in sorrow, as the winds blew over.
Simoun immediately ran back to Maria's home and slammed her door open.
Maria closed her eyes, breathed in, and spoke.
"Simoun?" asked Maria.
"Elias is dead!" shouted Simoun, teary-eyed while searching for ammunition.
"What?!"
"I'll have their heads, Maria..." said Simoun. "I'll kill them all!!!"
"Simoun, I don't think we should simply do something as foolish as going with the revolution right this instant!" shouted Maria.
"It's the night! Perfect time to murder all these Spanish fuckers!!!" shouted Simoun.
"Who killed him?" asked Maria.
"Damaso!" shouted Simoun. "IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN DAMASO!!! HE'S THE ONE WHO CORRUPTED SALVI!!! HE'S THE ONE WHO SET UP MY PARENTS' MURDERS!!! HE'S THE ONE WHO'S AT THE TOP, PUPPETEERING THE INDIOS LIKE HIS OWN TOYS!!!"
"Wait, Simoun, listen," said Maria.
"I have to kill them all!" shouted Simoun.
"Simoun," said Maria.
"I have to... plan everything right this moment. I have to do all of this," said Simoun. "I have to kill all of them..."
"Crisostomo," said Maria, and Simoun finally stopped speaking.
"Yes?" asked Simoun.
"Damaso is my Father," said Maria.
"I don't care, Maria... I'll still kill him," said Simoun, seemingly losing every sense of his reason.
"Crisostomo!" she shouted.
"Turn on the cannons, nothing will stop me!!! I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS!!! LET CHAOS COME TO THIS NATION!!! FREEDOM AND ANARCHY SHALL RISE FROM CRISOSTOMO AND ELIAS' GRAVES-!!!"
"I'm pregnant!" shouted Maria. "If that won't stop you from doing what you're about to do... I don't know what will... And I don't know if you're still the man I love... If you do this right now, with the revolution unprepared and with you in this state... You'll all die..."
Simoun stared at Maria.
"Is it because I slept with you in secret a month ago?" asked Simoun.
Maria nodded.
"If what you say is true, get out of this country." Simoun took off his jacket, revealing a star-shaped birthmark on the back of his left neck. "I have spare tickets for a voyage out of this country. Get out of here."
"We've been planning this huge revolution for thirteen years-..." said Maria.
"If I fail now, that wouldn't matter, Maria," said Simoun. "Because someone out there will take my place... I know it..."
"You're doing this because of Elias," said Maria. "Not for your country."
"Well at least for the first time I'm not doing this for myself!" shouted Simoun. "And... I guess now I'm doing this for two more people... Lay low for a while, Maria..."
Maria, teary-eyed, grabbed the ticket and walked into her room.
"Go fuck yourself, Crisostomo Ibarra," said Maria.
Simoun sighed and walked downstairs.
He looked up at the stars outside the house, as he closed his eyes.
"Feels strange, huh?" asked Simoun to himself. "Thank you, Elias..."
That night, Elias snuck towards a heavily guarded hill.
He snuck from behind one of the two guards and snapped their necks with Tusk. He then ran uphill and attacked the guards.
"Indio!" shouted one guard, as Simoun brought out Tusk.
Five guards shot at him as Simoun is shot in the chest thrice. He falls to the ground and stopped moving.
As one of the guards approached the body, Tusk emerges but is unseen by the guard. Tusk then grabs his head and tears it off. The guards, in fear, shoot at the invisible force, but the invisible force blasted flames into each of their faces, which each explodes.
Simoun then stands up slowly limping and trembling. He then pulls out a metal plate from his chest.
"Hello, Filibuster," said someone from behind.
A civil guard shoots him from behind as Simoun's head dodges and he spins around. Tusk then grabs the man's neck and snaps it.
Simoun then sees cannons on the hill and loads the cannons with some sort of ammunition.
Simoun then lit the cannons and shot the sky. However, for some reason, it was loaded with fireworks. Fireworks exploded in the sky, alerting many people.
Several mercenaries are shown in the forests, as they immediately charge at the city and killed the civil guards. Flames and burning flesh loomed in the city, as the Indios were told to escape by these mercenaries. Screaming and crying could be heard everywhere.
Simoun then appears in the flames on a horse. Flames that touch his clothes and his horse do not hurt them at all. Simoun grits his teeth and appears before the mercenaries.
"My revolutionaries... may we rise and stride on the bones of the white men. May we destroy the natural balance and let those above us wail for their fallen Empire. Tonight, our comrades will fall. Tomorrow, our nation will rise."
The rebels then rode across the city and shot and killed several civil guards. Then, several men from the center of the city somehow appear and attack from inside.
"Sire!" shouted a man who entered Damaso's chamber. "The Filibuster and his Army had destroyed San Diego! The civil guards are being overpowered!"
"Bring the Civil Guards from the nearby camp to the city. Alert them all," said Damaso. "I'll handle the Filibuster myself."
Simoun slaughtered several of the civil guards with Tusk by burning them alive. He rode his horse and galloped around.
*boom*
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Simoun stood somewhere where... nothing exists.
"Where am I?" asked Simoun.
"Look, Simoun JoJo... I very well know that you are the one that had flirted with my daughter years ago... the one I've had killed..." said Damaso, looming in the back.
"I wouldn't like to kill you, Simoun, so I have a different plan for this country," said Damaso.
"You refer to the colony as a country, now?" asked Simoun.
"I never saw your people as lower than my people... I just wanted my people to survive..." said Damaso, transforming into an Aswang. "I just wanted this... to live on. Us Vampires have the right to survive more... We're a race that can live for up to a thousand years, and here is your race, the Grimms, slaughtering our kind like we were the monsters in your story. In our perspective, you are the monsters."
"You enslaved us for three hundred thirty-one years-..." said Simoun.
"You've enslaved us for five thousand years, in a sense that you've forced us into the shadows because of your fear. This plan was to prove that I can use this fear against your kind, Crisostomo Ibarra," said Damaso. "I just want my race to survive... So... it will survive through your blood... I never wanted my blood tainted with yours... But rethinking it... It is quite funny that your own child carries the blood of those you sought to destroy... those that caused every tragedy in your family..."
Simoun gritted his teeth.
"I will not fight you, Crisostomo Ibarra. However, I will let someone else take my place for that," said Damaso, as suddenly, Simoun returned to his timeline, facing...
"Hello, brother," said Salvi, standing before him. "You thought it was Damaso you were about to fight, but it was me, Salvi."
"Salvi," said Simoun, facing Salvi.
"JoJo," said Salvi, facing Simoun.
The two stared at each other we disgusted eyes. They looked at each other bitterly with each ounce of the blood in their hearts having hatred for what they are looking at. And... that was enough.
"TUSK!!!" shouted Simoun.
"THE WORLD!!!" shouted Salvi.
The two Stands punched at each other over and over again.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA-!!!"
"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA-!!!"
"This whole time, I've been trying to keep my respect for you, but in the end, I reject my respect for you, Salvi," said Simoun.
"You reject your respect? That is completely fine because I reject my humanity, JoJo," said Salvi.
Suddenly, Salvi is behind him.
Simoun gasped for a split second.
"MUDA!!!"
*CRACK*
Simoun's legs are immediately broken as Simoun is thrown to the ground like a ragdoll.
Simoun grunted but didn't seem to care.
(Theme begins...)
"Kill me... go on... but somewhere out there... someone will succeed me... and will act upon my heritage... It could be the destiny of my own blood... or the destiny of another's..." said Simoun. "Even if no one will remember me as someone real, I don't care... I, Simoun JoJo, have a dream that I believe is just."
Simoun points up to the night sky and bows his head, closing his eyes as blood dripped from his mouth.
"I dream that there is truth in not everything that I've said, but what I say now... That someone out there will replace me... Be free to kill us, Salvi... But we'll just keep coming back to knock you back down," said Simoun. "We'll keep coming back to save the Philippines... no... the world from your tyranny... Even if they aren't Aswangs like you... someone much worse... We'll be there, PADRE BERNARDO SALVI!!!"
"MUDA!!!" shouted Salvi, punching a hole into Simoun's chest.
(Theme ends...)
"Your speech is ultimately useless, JoJo," said Salvi. "No one, and I mean no one, will ever remember you."
Simoun dropped to the ground, dead.
"What's your name, Miss?" asked the Captain, about to log her name in the logbook.
She smiled softly.
"Maria JoJo," she replied, smiling.
The legend of Simoun JoJo was heard just about everywhere. This was the story of Simoun JoJo. After his death, the revolution did, in fact, fail. The civil guards overpowered the under-prepared mercenaries. However, after the failure, the book was published by a mysterious Stand-User. The books were then read by the Spaniards, and with the Indios inspired, they decided to rebel against the Spaniards with various leaders. The author of the book was unknown, and it was unknown if the book held some truth to their reality, but what they did know is that the Filipinos needed a hero. The Legend of Simoun JoJo, or, El Filibusterismo, echoed in the hearts of his ancestors...
1996...
A handsome young but muscular man drinks some coca-cola. Suddenly, a taxi nearly hits him.
"HOY!!!" shouted the taxi driver. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, DUMBASS!!!"
He pulled the man out of the taxi and grabbed him by the throat.
"Huh? What was that? What did you say, dude?!" asked the young man. "Did ya just almost hit me with your taxi and blame me for CLEARLY LOOKING LEFT AND RIGHT, huuuuh?"
"Sir, I saw you just run right in front of my taxi IN A GREEN LIGHT!!!" shouted the taxi driver.
"YOU WANNA GO, ASSHOLE?!!" asked the young man. "I'LL RAM MY FIST UP YOUR FREAKIN'-!!! Oh... wow... are those real cheekbones?"
The man trembled in fear as he tried to attack by pulling his shirt down. Pulling it down, it reveals the back of his left neck, also revealing a star-shaped birthmark.
"Hey, you!" shouted someone in the distance.
"S-Sorry!" shouted the kid, dropping the man down. "Oh, Geez! I-I-I gotta bounce! See ya, pare!!!"
The taxi driver looked at the young man as he woefully ran away. "'Pare?'"
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