Hey guys! Merry Christmas! I am here to do my new thing, say the disclaimer—
Manny: you always take sooo long!
Me: I'm getting to my point. You, my friend, may ask for patience on your Christmas list.
Manny: NO WAY! That's for babies.
Me: oh, but I can make you. I control you.
Manny: you wouldn't.
Me: oh but I would. I DO NOT OWN EL TIGRE! Enjoyyyy (:
El Tigre: A Christmas Story
Sometimes, what one desires can only be found in the depths of their heart. Found only with the yearning to emerge from its place as the heart's desire into one's possession. Only then, do they truly desire it. They yearn to break free of desire and fly into the warmth of possession.
Christmas, need I remind you, is to celebrate the heartfelt and warming occasion of a baby being born unto the world. Not so people may get what they have wanted, or desired.
The story starts descending into the quaint town of Miracle City, on a faithful day. We come into view of a girl, bundled up in winter clothing, walking down the street. She ignores the rush of her inner city, as she seems to be deep in thought as she walks down the street. She thinks of a boy she knows, someone she holds close to her heart, the very same heart filled with a desire for love. She walks carelessly past havoc, and running, screaming people. Then booms a maniacal evil laugh. "You cannot stop me El Tigre! No one yet has!" When the girl finally props her head up, to re-attach herself to reality, she stops in her path. There seems to be something looming in front of her face.
"Manny? What—what are you doing?" The very same boy she was deep in thought with was dangling from a building, tied up, hanging upside down.
"Uhh, I-I was, you know, uhhh….f-f-fighting a villain, th-that came from out of town….You?" He said, starting to choke on his words, because the boy had not been so close to his friend's face before.
"Just uhh, you know….taking a walk…." It seems they were both having a hard time talking to each other, being so face-to-face after the girl's wild kiss just two months ago.
"Well, cool…awesome." The boy struggled to get out of the rope's grip on him.
"Here, let me help." The girl offered, sweetly. She then started to untie the rope. Soon she got it off and threw it to her side.
"There you go." The boy thanked her, and went back to fighting. The girl watched him storm off, and sighed. She loved him. And every time she saw him fighting someone—which hadn't happened in a while, she worried for him. She did not want to lose him. She was afraid, even if she knew he never lost. She always feared for the love they would never share. She continued her walk around town, and decided to look for her friend's Christmas gift. She started to wonder what he had gotten her.
Whew! Sorry that was so short, I have 15 minutes to write the first chapter of an iron man xmas story! Well enjoyyyy (: