The sun had gone a little over an hour, but his reflexes are still scattered across the sky, as if they were the remains of an immense fire, orange, gold, violet, fuchsia ... all that color palette splashed in the sky, while down there on the streets of Asuncion sounded the horns of his messy traffic.
I had just woken up after a deserted dream image, a dream that only someone like me can have. Arguably the best of dreams, as the body rests, but in my case, I think the issue of "sleep like a corpse" is literal.
looked from the balcony of the eighth floor of the Emerald building where he lived. Behind me was listening to the chatter of Andy (his name in Asunción, as in his native Caraguatay was Antoliano Cañete) that made me aware of the latest news mundane.
My senses were sufficiently trained to hear your feedback about the new paternity suit facing our President, or a new wave of reckoning between drug dealers in the area of Ciudad del Este and while breathing in the fresh and soft wind blowing, but this brought mixed the rotten smell of the bay, with the scent of flowering tajys the Plaza Uruguaya.
But there was a third felt it was my priority: dry throat, thirst escocíay pressing me that I needed to calm: this was now the dominant sense, but I was making an enormous effort control.
I must assume that Andy knew it. When she began to prattle by others, indicated he was nervous. Our long years living together, were sufficient for me to understand those details: walking from one side to another organizing cushions, stretching sheets, collecting dirty clothes piled up books, all without stopping to talk. Of course for me, at how much fun watching him make those domestic activities, it added his incredible aspect, nails dark, dramatic eye makeup and black hair whose arms looked in different directions, they did Andy Butler's most glamorous gay city.
- I told you was going to happen just then. After both tease - continued Andy - Town ... Not only is the drug mafia is all that business of smuggling, and all the cops are lied ... where will gua'ú Take that the arsenal used against the poor guys ... .-
I looked at him fondly. Why not? If not for him, death had found me 20 years ago when I was caught in the empty container from a barge in the port of Panama Asuncion.
I looked with love ... more love than usual, because their chatter latiese made his heart stronger and I will cause an uncontrollable desire to pounce on him.
closed my eyes and for a moment silenced his words. I got scared. I thought I had done something completely unconscious. Had he attacked? And then, over the perfume of decay of the wind or the smell of disinfectant in the room Andy threw rose another smell disarming all my defenses. A primitive smell, intense, salty and have made me mouth water. A smell that came from an Andy was still as a statue while holding in your hands a piece of broken glass that is stained with a trickle of blood. His own blood.
My whole nature seemed to hit me at that moment, it was the worst time to hurt someone close to me: just wake up and my sense was dominant on the wild side. A side where the animal instinct was stronger than anyone else.
In a split second I met Andy's neck held by my left hand as his head hit against the wall and cut his arm very close to my face. He was pale as death, and soon would be if I kept on hand to suck blood. He had for me an intense flavor, perhaps with a touch of bitterness (maybe she ate some medicine?) But it was what I needed at that time.
Feeling the blood run hot and heavy down my throat was an infinite pleasure. And I had no desire to stop feeling.
- By ... Please .... Do not ... kill me .... Yet ... .- Andy heard groan.
That caused a flash of consciousness will hit my head and broke his arm in another second and I landed a jump across the room, while Andy was sliding to the ground with teary eyes and white lips. I could hardly move my arm hurt, even bloody, but managed to cover it with his free hand.
That caused a flash of consciousness will hit my head and broke his arm in another second and I landed a jump across the room, while Andy was sliding to the ground with teary eyes and white lips. I could hardly move my arm hurt, even bloody, but managed to cover it with his free hand.
I was open-mouthed at him and sank into an endless pain, unbearable guilt. If my tear ducts work I had thrown to mourn with grief she felt.
"Do not kill me yet" Andy told me. In her physical pain, one that would have caused death, had the courage to plead with the monster that was supposed to be a friend and protector, with minimal hope that he would have ignored.
The smell of blood permeated the room with more intensity, adding to the debris that still dripped from my mouth. Was on the brink of insanity and was within me the desire to help you breathe shallowly Andy lying in the corner, but he knew that the savage instinct was much stronger and I decided to flee, leaving to their fate. If he lived would be happy if he did not, would find it bled into my room in the middle of an image that I would pursue for many decades.
the balcony jumped I landed on the roof of the gymnasium which was located outside the building where he lived. The techno Tunchi Tunchi rang my ears and my sense of smell again tormented me with the smell of sweat of bodies in motion.
For the amount of hearts that beat could quickly perceive maso least 15 people in the gym, engaged in exercises in the search for the perfect body. The receptionist was a cell phone company that had body but brain miss plover, the strongman who worked as a bartender at a popular disco, but also a couple of older women who only spend engaged money from their husbands and hook up with Brawny (as described above) .... was a wheel, and I watched the passing of the wheel from the window of my room every evening.
But today was not to see anything. I just wanted to disappear. Run away as far as possible the murder that had just committed. Still hungry, and that was a problem. With my weak self-control was able to lie down on any of the bystanders, but it was too early.
I went back to jump through the roof, as quietly as possible but in Asunción interior ceilings tapaban well patched zinc roofs, so my boots resounded strongly with each hop, depending on height. I spent the poolside of the Hotel Guarani, to jump to the Banco do Brasil on the corner and I went across the street in a top window of the old Film Victoria and locked myself in the room filthy and wet.
was a good place. It was one of the oldest buildings in Asunción, built in the early twentieth century and at that time was the most top as they say, but today is a place in ruins become a film that exhibits porn movies.
I calmed down a bit more. The scramble for the roof had dried blood on my face and there were still traces in the sleeve of my shirt white. I ran my hand over his face with the handkerchief she always carried with me, emulating the past, because nowadays all handled with tissue paper.
decided to appeal to some yoga, I tried with some thought zen, sunny green meadows figured he had seen on television because the real to many years since I saw it, and gradually I relax a little more.
not know how long I was there with your eyes closed, struggling to keep the mind blank, but when back the sound of traffic had ceased. Probably a few hours had elapsed. Was contemplating leaving the window and go to the port when a firm steps surprised me in the middle of my thoughts.
- Hey ... Who's there? - Gruff voice was heard.
I was about to disappear in the window, but to hear the urgent beat of the heart that I knew I was approaching my self-control had been ruined. He had already made my choice in the menu.
Slowly, the night watchman - I recognized the uniform - semi Cerrado opened the door while I stood in a corner of the room. Do not move a muscle.
- What are you doing here? Do you work at the office? - Asked something more polite, since my formal clothes seemed.
I said nothing. Neither looked up my eyes to different could not scare you, but I had the opportunity to browse and look at my chosen victim.
Devils! He was so young! Not turned 30, and wore a gold ring on his ring finger. Married and probably small little children whose pictures in the wallet was safe. A friendly face, big blue eyes. Obviously was not 100% latino. Able coming from the area south of the country, where European settlers had settled and mixed, although the mix was well hidden under the "Wilson" praying in the portanombres type.
- You are an ugly wound! How did you get here? .- Insisted his flashlight illuminating
Injury "? What injury? Where the poor noticed that she was hurt! Ray! My white shirt sporting a huge red blotch showing through underneath the sleeve of my jacket.
I stood up. With resignation. Why wait any longer?
- I have no wound. But thanks for the concern .- I managed to say before you look up and look him straight in the eye.
By the way they looked at me, I guessed that he had realized that the only danger he was in that room. Poor
González. Neither had time to shout.
the dusty floor I got up and shook my butt, as long jacket that had been fouled. I folded the sleeves of his white shirt sticking out under it to hide Blood stains and settled as best I could. Consider pry a little more but the port was dead. And a pair of individuals whose bodies floating in the river now. Volvíaa sky lighten. I had to return.
fast as I had to run on the ceilings. I was walking down the Avenida Colon, across these areas dangerous for most charming and pleasant. I think I knew the night owls, because I never looked at his face, just kept on with it, whatever they were doing. It was not the first time I wandered around.
quickened my step when sighting my building. I jumped through the fire escape to avoid having to enter through the front door and walked up to the eighth floor. Luckily had keys with me, although generally not used. Always coming and going over the balcony, but this time I got a feeling of fear at what he could find in my room.
I entered the apartment and everything seemed in place. Gently breathed the air and I could see that floated in the ambient air fresheners typically mixed with a strong touch of bleach. Andy
had apparently survived. Slowly crossed the rooms until you reach the main room, mine, and the meeting arranged and ready for use. The windows were closed with metal inserts and double velvet curtain that covered wall to wall. There was no sign of attack on my colleague.
I got out and went to his room. Peeked through the open door and saw him curled up in bed asleep. My shadow is cast sinister about it, while I walked a few steps to make sure I was okay. I noticed a few bottles at his side. Were all elements of first aid, vitamin B compounds, strong tea soothing and relaxing.
Slowly I approached the side of her bed and breathed near it. Was doped to the utmost, could hear it in his breath. Perhaps it was on purpose. It was certainly rather not feel anything in case I decide to come back and finish what he started. He understood perfectly.
Grief hit me again. He could have left me, but did not despite the danger posed to stay. And I did not really want to be alone . I lay down beside her knowing that literally going to die, but maybe the new twilight I came across something new. And better if teníaa someone to accompany me to find out.
