Outlaw Confidentials...

Chorizo

Name: Chorizo Carnicero

A.K.A.: El Bandito, El Carnicero, Ojo Rojo Diablo.

Sex: Male

Age: 30

Birthdate: 1-26-1981

Height: 6.5 in.

Eye color: yellow/red

Hair color: Black, dark brown

Type: Shrew

Parents: Rosa and Beto Carnicero

Siblings: Edwardo, Nico, and Isabella Carnicero

Town: El Roco Rojo

Country: Mexico

Crimes: Assault with a butterknife, making out with the mayor's niece, stolen property, and murder

Last Seen: Town of Dirt (Mojave Desert, Navada)

Gang: Bad Bill

Mexico 1981...

The sun began to set and everyone in the town of El Roco Rojo started to head inside their little homes. Beto Carnicero placed the knife down on the counter next to the meat he had just cut and stretched his huge hairy arms. Then he wiped his bloody hands onto the front of his blood spattered apron. He looked around in his small spaced shop, which was filled with hanging boar legs and tails.

Beto Carnicero worked in a butcher shop, and the meat he got was from all the animals who didnt wear clothes and became very old and tired from pulling the carts along to and from town. The kids of course would start up rumors about him and his family being murderers and killing people in the town. Mr. Carnicero got a few customers in his shop, but it was enough to help his growing family-

"Beto! Beto! Where is the baby!" screamed Beto's wife, Rosa as she came running down the stairs to him. She wore a white dress and had her dark hair up into a ponytail. Beto turned to his wife and wrapped his arms around her. "What are you talking about, Rosa?" he asked her. Rosa placed her small hands in front of her face and cried. "The baby! wh-where is our newborn son?!" she cried. Beto's eyes widened. "Werent you watching him?" he asked. Rosa cried. "I was, but I left for just a minute...wh-when I came back to check on him...h-he wasnt in his crib!" she cried. Beto clasped her small hands into his huge hands.

"It's ok, Rosa, we will find him. He is only a baby after all. He couldnt have gone far," Bet assured his wife. Rosa looked up at her husband with her wet, mustard colored eyes, then silently nodded.

With that, Beto turned his head to the back room and called for his first son. "Edwardo! Come and help us find your younger brother!" he called. A thirteen year old shrew appeared at the doorway. His dark hair was matted and covered in dry blood. He wore a bloody apron like his father's, and held a knife covered in blood in his right hand. He glared at his parents. "So, I can stop cutting this meat now?" he asked. Beto didnt like the tone of voice his son just gave him and glared back at him.

Just as Beto was about to say something to Edwardo, they all heard a noise. Beto turned his head to the back room where the meat was stored. He grabbed his rifle from the nearby rack and began to cautiously walk into the storage room. Rosa followed right behind her husband. Edwardo sighed and stared down at the knife in his hands. He hated being the son of a butcher. Everyday, he had to work in the back, where the stench began to cling to your fur and clothes. A couple times he had to leave to vomit because the smell was so horrible. The ground was sticky with blood and was just as nauseating.

Edwardo looked up from where he stood. He didnt hear any gunshots. Edwardo held his breath and walked into the meat room where his parents disappeared into. He found them looking into the storage closet. When he got to the closet, he couldnt believe what he saw. Sitting in the middle of the small spaced room, surrounded my open boxes of meat, sat his baby brother.

Beto smiled and Rosa placed her hands over her chest and began to cry in relief. The baby stopped looking up at his parents and continued eating the strings of sausages that curled around his feet. Beto placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "There, see? He's fine," Beto said. Rosa nodded her head. Then she bent down and picked the baby up and held him in her arms.

"Oh...you gave me quite a fright," she said. Beto smiled and lightly patted the top of the baby shrew's head. "He must have go hungry and came down here to eat these chorizos," Beto said. Rosa blinked and looked down at the boxes which were labled: chorizos. She beamed and turned to her husband. "That's what we shall name him! Chorizo," she said. Beto stared at his wife. "I thought you finally chose his name to be Pedro," Beto said. Rosa smiled and shook her head. "I change my mind, I think Chorizo suits him best," she said and she lifted the baby in her arms so she could look at him. The baby shrew had a chorizo in his mouth. Juice drippled down the corners of his lips.

Edwardo's mouth dropped open in shock. He couldnt believe what he just heard. With that, he threw the knife down hard against the ground. It clattered loudly against the bloodstained tile ground. "I cant believe you! You would actually name your own son after something you work with all day? Its all about meat in here isnt it? Meat! Meat! Meat! I'm sick of meat! and I'm sick of you! I hate you!" screamed Edwardo. With that, he turned around and bolted out of the room and out of the shop.

"Ed! Edwardo! Come back!" screamed Beto as he chased after his son. Rosa stayed behind with her baby. Chorizo began to cry from the loud noises. Rosa held him in her arms and began to gently rock him to sleep. Chorizo's mustard colored eyes gradually began to close, and he fell fast asleep with half of the sausage in his little arms.

Beto bolted out the door and stopped a couple feet out from his shop. "Edwardo!" he called as he looked around in the street. Edwardo was nowhere to be seen. A couple passerbys noticed Beto outside calling for his son, but then continued on down the street. Beto looked around, but he still couldnt find his son. Then, Beto's eyes flickered down when he noticed something on the ground. It was an apron. Edwardo's apron. Beto stooped down and picked it up.

Beto stared down at the bloodstained apron and sighed in frustration. He narrowed his red eyes. Edwardo was the stubborn one. It wasnt the first time that he had run away from home. He'll come back, and when he does, he'll get a far worse punishment then last time. With that, Beto turned around and walked back inside the butcher shop.

Beto looked up and saw his wife just walking up the stairs with his five month old son in her arms. Beto followed after his wife. The old, wooden stairs creaked softly as the adult shrews walked up to the second floor and into the small room where they kept Chorizo. Rosa gently placed the baby shrew into the crib. The two parents stared down at the little shrew, smiling. "I think you picked the perfect name for him," said Beto as he placed an arm around Rosa's waist.

The little one yawned and culed up into a little ball. Rosa smiled and lightly kissed the top of the baby's head. "Goodnight, my little one," she said. When she lifted her head up out of the crib, Beto reached down and lightly smoothed the baby's whispy hair on the top of his head. "Goodnight, Chorizo," he said.