The sound of death

A cousin rushed to inform us that Romnick, our neighbor, is about to face the repercussion of his sins. 

We hid at home and listened to the audible footsteps of the cops who are going to “tokhang” our young neighbor. A few moments of deafening silence followed as cops walked towards their house. We did not dare to see how many cops were there as we have secured ourselves knowing that there is a possibility of fuss. From our home to Romnick’s abode, you will be passing five houses, our house, the houses of two of my aunts and another house owned by Romnick’s brother. Considering that our house has plywood walls, we know that we were also in imminent danger should the police and Romnick exchange fire. We were calm, but deep inside I know that all of the family members are worried.

It did not take that long before we heard four gunshots followed by the wailing of a woman. That woman was Romnick’s live-in partner. She begged for the life of her husband, but there was no stopping on the police operation. We thought it ended that fast, but then we heard another gunshot. In less than 5 minutes, Romnick is now reduced to a lifeless body. He is nothing but dead. 

Our hearts were beating fast, and our bodies were trembling. It was like we were inside those news reports of witnesses and their accounts of the drug-related killings of today. To others, it was just one of the EJKs to curb the rampant drug trade in our country. But to us, it was an EJK just five houses from where we live. It was an EJK that was scary enough for us to reconsider house renovation. It was an EJK that befall to a neighbor we thought was the most pious among his siblings.

Romnick’s brothers and family are famous in our place for the suspense and drama they have displayed through the years. There was one time when a brother in combat mode chased an elder brother with a bolo. There was one time when the youngest brother destroyed the Utility Pole and hit their mother causing the poor old lady to lose her left eye. There was one time when the daughter of the wife of one of Romnick’s brothers and the said brother got into a heated argument. The girl stated that she was molested by the new live-in partner of his mother while she was asleep. It was a frenzy of expletives coupled with a series of stone throwing. 

As you can see, Romnick’s family is famous enough because of their doing. When it comes to Romnick, it was actually different. We never saw him cause disturbance or menace in the neighborhood. We never saw or heard of him being in conflict with anyone in the area. He seems to be the pious one among the brothers. We thought he was the rose among the thorns. We were actually wrong. Romnick indeed was a drug pusher. In fact, one cousin of mine who has been battling drug addiction confirmed that he was able to buy drugs from Romnick. Indeed, some wolves are dressed in sheep’s skin. 

People started to gather, and the inaudible gossips of the chismosas and chismosos began to roll out. I went out of our house and looked towards the direction of Romnick’s house. There was a sizeable crowd, and one media outlet was able to send a TV reporter. Romnick’s wife was still crying. The police were already gone, and operatives have started to process the crime scene. It did not take that long before the onlookers began to dispel. A few hours later, it seems like everything has gone back to normal.

When it comes to what happened that night, all I can remember is the sound of death. Five gunshots that claimed the life of someone I know. Five shots that ushered fear among us who were there.Five shots that sealed the story of a drug pusher. Five gunshots that confirmed how staying away from drugs can extend one’s life. And five gunshots which showed to us that sometimes to rid the society of evil, extreme measures need to be executed.