1. Introduction: (Chapter 4: Darío)
The next morning Sands wen out with his sunglasses on. They did not show his now empty basins, where his eyes should have been. Long streams of coagulated blood travelled down his cheek.
He threw his hands towards ahead and to the sides, trying to feel something. After giving a stumble, he managed to have the wall and to be orientated along the sidewalk.
He hasn´t even walked 10 steps when he heard a voice he knew too well.
"We meet again gentleman" greeted the child "Do you wish chewing gums?"
"No!, I want say ... come!. Come here child." he said taking him for his arm. "I need your help; I need you to be my eyes for today."
The child looked at him surprised. Immediately Sands began to explain.
"Yes ..., you see ..., I´m not very well today ..., it is possible that today is not my luky one. I need that you help me to come up to the center of the city." he extracted a bill of the pocket. "I´ll give you this if you help me to come to the center."
"Gentleman ..., it´s only a dollar." the baby said almost laughing.
"Ehr ..., yes ...; you take: much." The little child took the money amazed; but the man took him of his arm and had to begin to walk.
"Does follow us someone?" he asked the baby awhile later.
The child looked behind and said to him in a sigh: "There is a man behind us."
Sands extracted a small and silver pistol and showed it him.
"Do you know what is this?"
"Sí." the child whispered. (A/n: transladation: sí = yes)
"Have you used someone us this at some time?"
"No..."
"Well: since you never do it, because it´s worst!" he did a pause and delivered the gun to child. "But now you are going to aim at this man of there behind and are going to shoot. Will you be able to do it?"
The child alternated his look between Sands, the pistol and the man, doubtfully, and enclosed he did a threat of aiming to man; but finally he lowered the head and said with a thread of voice: - I cannot do it, gentleman.
Sands sighed, took the pistol and guarded it, while he was clapping to the child in the shoulder as sample of support.
- All right; don´t worry boy, nothing happens.
He walked a few steps more and, suddenly, he extracted the gun, pushed the child towards the wall and shot where he believed that the man was. He was mistaken it; and the man who was following them answered to the shot with the his one. Sands avoided it to hard sorrow, due to the fact that he had foreseen it and had begun to the soil, protecting the child with his body. The boy was lying onto his back, under Sands, which was lying face down trying to point at some side in concretly.
- Right or left side? - he asked the small one. This one looked where that man was.
"Derecha." said. Sands pointed forward at the right and shot. A shout of a women frightened was hearded. (A/n: Transladation: Derecha = right)
"Ajem ... were you referring to YOUR right or to MY right?" Sands asked.
"A mi derecha" the child said, entertained. (A/n: Transladation: A mi derecha = I referied to my right)
Sands articulated a "ups" with his lips.
The other man returned to shoot at them being mistaken. Sands shot where he had heard the shot and hurt the man in the leg. This one shouted of pain what gave the opportunity to Sands to verify the position of his enemy. His shot gave him in him face, killing him to the instant.
"Come on, boy." Sands said, getting up. The child approached the man died in the soil and he extracted his weapon. He approached Sands and one gave them. "Good boy." he said cathing the weapon."Let´s go."
"Darío!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
Marisa was approaching running to the place where it had happened.
The boy began to become detached from Sands to go together with her.
"Where are you going, boy? Are you going to leave me only?"
"She is my sister ... and she is calling me."
Sands had desire of answering him that he should send his sister to the shit but, on the other hand, he sighed with resignation.
"Leave me to speak with she." he said.
The little child directed Sands up to her.
"Hola, Marisa." he greeted shyly. "This gentleman needed my help ..." he began to explain.
(N/A: Transl.( Hola, Marisa = Hi, Marisa)
"Close your mouth, Darío. They might have killed you! For not saying that your ... "friend" almost puts a bullet between eyebrow and eyebrow ! Is he blind or what?"
Sands took her of an arm, furious.
"Exactly." whispered with violence. He approached her and raised a bit the glasses, the sufficient thing in order that only she saw the empty basins of his eyes. Marisa swallowed in dry, suppressing the nauseas and gave up the air that she was suppressing little by little. Sands lowered his dark glasses exceed his eyes.
"Sorry." she whispered. Sands noded slowly.
"Leave me to guess... Marisa." he investigated. "You are the girl who is in the house of eaten that I frequent always, aren´t you?. The girl that I saw the last time that I crossed with the baby, truth?."
"Ajá."
"What does come to mean it?" he asked with a slight forced smile.
"It´s come to mean... that yeah." she said smiling also. Immediately she make a wry face. "I´m sorry; but I´m afraid that you will have to look for help in another place, I don´t allow that my brother should run risk. Let´s go, Darío!" she called while she was getting away from Sands's hand. This one gave up her during a second but, forthwith, he extended his arms and surprised Marisa, who had given herself the return, throwing an arm about her neck and other arm surrounding the figure; retaining it thereby against himself.
"You do go anyaway, pretty." he said to her. He extracted the hand of the neck, but to the second one, his hand had returned together his small pistol to her temple. "You decide: you allow that the baby should come voluntarily; or I you irritate the brains, use the child and then I kill him." She looked at him obliquely.
"You wouldn´t be able of killing him."
"You try me and you will see of what I am able."
Marisa pressed her teeth.
"All right!" she said with anger.
"This way I like, pretty." he said guarding the gun but retaining Marisa to his side for her waist.
"You remove your hand of my waist, I don`t go away."
"I prefer leaving it as it is. Boy!. Come here: this way I like.Take me up to the center."
They took a taxi that was taking them to their destiny.
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Hi, people!:
Well, I´ve decided to update the chapter 4 for the reviews, it is helping a lot yo continue my story. I hope update the five chapter soon, as Chritsmas´s present ;P; hehehe. Well, I begin my Chitsmas vacations today and I hope update more chapters being useful my... yes, vacations! Merry Chitsmas to youuuu and happy new year 2004!!!!!! I wish that Saint Claus give you more presents. And, you know, if you drink, don´t drive.
Silent night, only night.... Hehehehe
Nos vemos:
¡Hasta pronto! Goodbye! ¡Ciao! ¡Arrivedertti! ¡Adiós! ¡Adeus! ¡ Allohan! ¡Au revoir! Etc... (Bilingual demostration of regards, hehehe! ;) )
The next morning Sands wen out with his sunglasses on. They did not show his now empty basins, where his eyes should have been. Long streams of coagulated blood travelled down his cheek.
He threw his hands towards ahead and to the sides, trying to feel something. After giving a stumble, he managed to have the wall and to be orientated along the sidewalk.
He hasn´t even walked 10 steps when he heard a voice he knew too well.
"We meet again gentleman" greeted the child "Do you wish chewing gums?"
"No!, I want say ... come!. Come here child." he said taking him for his arm. "I need your help; I need you to be my eyes for today."
The child looked at him surprised. Immediately Sands began to explain.
"Yes ..., you see ..., I´m not very well today ..., it is possible that today is not my luky one. I need that you help me to come up to the center of the city." he extracted a bill of the pocket. "I´ll give you this if you help me to come to the center."
"Gentleman ..., it´s only a dollar." the baby said almost laughing.
"Ehr ..., yes ...; you take: much." The little child took the money amazed; but the man took him of his arm and had to begin to walk.
"Does follow us someone?" he asked the baby awhile later.
The child looked behind and said to him in a sigh: "There is a man behind us."
Sands extracted a small and silver pistol and showed it him.
"Do you know what is this?"
"Sí." the child whispered. (A/n: transladation: sí = yes)
"Have you used someone us this at some time?"
"No..."
"Well: since you never do it, because it´s worst!" he did a pause and delivered the gun to child. "But now you are going to aim at this man of there behind and are going to shoot. Will you be able to do it?"
The child alternated his look between Sands, the pistol and the man, doubtfully, and enclosed he did a threat of aiming to man; but finally he lowered the head and said with a thread of voice: - I cannot do it, gentleman.
Sands sighed, took the pistol and guarded it, while he was clapping to the child in the shoulder as sample of support.
- All right; don´t worry boy, nothing happens.
He walked a few steps more and, suddenly, he extracted the gun, pushed the child towards the wall and shot where he believed that the man was. He was mistaken it; and the man who was following them answered to the shot with the his one. Sands avoided it to hard sorrow, due to the fact that he had foreseen it and had begun to the soil, protecting the child with his body. The boy was lying onto his back, under Sands, which was lying face down trying to point at some side in concretly.
- Right or left side? - he asked the small one. This one looked where that man was.
"Derecha." said. Sands pointed forward at the right and shot. A shout of a women frightened was hearded. (A/n: Transladation: Derecha = right)
"Ajem ... were you referring to YOUR right or to MY right?" Sands asked.
"A mi derecha" the child said, entertained. (A/n: Transladation: A mi derecha = I referied to my right)
Sands articulated a "ups" with his lips.
The other man returned to shoot at them being mistaken. Sands shot where he had heard the shot and hurt the man in the leg. This one shouted of pain what gave the opportunity to Sands to verify the position of his enemy. His shot gave him in him face, killing him to the instant.
"Come on, boy." Sands said, getting up. The child approached the man died in the soil and he extracted his weapon. He approached Sands and one gave them. "Good boy." he said cathing the weapon."Let´s go."
"Darío!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
Marisa was approaching running to the place where it had happened.
The boy began to become detached from Sands to go together with her.
"Where are you going, boy? Are you going to leave me only?"
"She is my sister ... and she is calling me."
Sands had desire of answering him that he should send his sister to the shit but, on the other hand, he sighed with resignation.
"Leave me to speak with she." he said.
The little child directed Sands up to her.
"Hola, Marisa." he greeted shyly. "This gentleman needed my help ..." he began to explain.
(N/A: Transl.( Hola, Marisa = Hi, Marisa)
"Close your mouth, Darío. They might have killed you! For not saying that your ... "friend" almost puts a bullet between eyebrow and eyebrow ! Is he blind or what?"
Sands took her of an arm, furious.
"Exactly." whispered with violence. He approached her and raised a bit the glasses, the sufficient thing in order that only she saw the empty basins of his eyes. Marisa swallowed in dry, suppressing the nauseas and gave up the air that she was suppressing little by little. Sands lowered his dark glasses exceed his eyes.
"Sorry." she whispered. Sands noded slowly.
"Leave me to guess... Marisa." he investigated. "You are the girl who is in the house of eaten that I frequent always, aren´t you?. The girl that I saw the last time that I crossed with the baby, truth?."
"Ajá."
"What does come to mean it?" he asked with a slight forced smile.
"It´s come to mean... that yeah." she said smiling also. Immediately she make a wry face. "I´m sorry; but I´m afraid that you will have to look for help in another place, I don´t allow that my brother should run risk. Let´s go, Darío!" she called while she was getting away from Sands's hand. This one gave up her during a second but, forthwith, he extended his arms and surprised Marisa, who had given herself the return, throwing an arm about her neck and other arm surrounding the figure; retaining it thereby against himself.
"You do go anyaway, pretty." he said to her. He extracted the hand of the neck, but to the second one, his hand had returned together his small pistol to her temple. "You decide: you allow that the baby should come voluntarily; or I you irritate the brains, use the child and then I kill him." She looked at him obliquely.
"You wouldn´t be able of killing him."
"You try me and you will see of what I am able."
Marisa pressed her teeth.
"All right!" she said with anger.
"This way I like, pretty." he said guarding the gun but retaining Marisa to his side for her waist.
"You remove your hand of my waist, I don`t go away."
"I prefer leaving it as it is. Boy!. Come here: this way I like.Take me up to the center."
They took a taxi that was taking them to their destiny.
* __ * * __ * * __ * * __ * * __ *
Hi, people!:
Well, I´ve decided to update the chapter 4 for the reviews, it is helping a lot yo continue my story. I hope update the five chapter soon, as Chritsmas´s present ;P; hehehe. Well, I begin my Chitsmas vacations today and I hope update more chapters being useful my... yes, vacations! Merry Chitsmas to youuuu and happy new year 2004!!!!!! I wish that Saint Claus give you more presents. And, you know, if you drink, don´t drive.
Silent night, only night.... Hehehehe
Nos vemos:
¡Hasta pronto! Goodbye! ¡Ciao! ¡Arrivedertti! ¡Adiós! ¡Adeus! ¡ Allohan! ¡Au revoir! Etc... (Bilingual demostration of regards, hehehe! ;) )