Andrew thought that behaviour was strange, but still didn't know how to deal with the situation. So he pretended he didn't see anything, and walked past Thomas. Dodging in trying not to bump into him.Thomas just kept quiet and watched Andrew's behaviour during the next class breaks. Thomas forbade Andrew to play in the sandbox. Then he forbade him to play near the fountain, then he forbade him to play on the swing, then he even forbade him to play in the Garden. Lastly, Andrew was forbidden to play in the yard. He could no longer play in the courtyard when one of his colleagues was not there. Everything belonged to Thomas.Almost always, when he got home, he had a new note inside his backpack. Most likely it had been Thomas. In the notes, he could find sentences like “Don't come back”, or “Don't touch my things”.Thomas and Jimmy once hit a kid at school so hard that the boy's nostrils felt like bloody faucets. As Thomas smacked the boy in the face in front of everyone at recess, he
Jimmy and Thomas, trapped Andrew in a control room. The guards had already left, and they managed to find the copy of the keys to the control room. To lock Andrew in there, making him miss the bus.Thomas was looking at Jimmy, who looked a little worried about what they were doing."If we leave him here he might starve and no one will listen, and we'll be f*cked up.""Shut up, don't get that negative energy on me. If he dies, f*ck it. It's a consequence of him continuing to come to school, even after all the warnings. This is the best lesson I can give him, and if he dies there. Even better."The buses were about to leave. Jimmy and Thomas managed to arrive in time not to lose their ride. Andrew, who was already locked inside the control room, couldn't do anything, because, in addition to being locked, he was tied up.Andrew remained silent knowing that not a single living soul passed that way. He couldn't do anything, he was limited to accepting his defeat. And even though he wasn't
The day was hot and for Santiago even more. He was inside an oven ready to be cremated. The coffin was halfway burning and even though he was thin, he was tall too, and at some point, the coffin would burn in the corner where he was placed."HA!... I escaped almost being burned again. This life is not for me. Arlin should stop calling me for things like that."Before the part of the coffin he occupied caught fire, Santiago stamped his feet on that aluminium sieve for the ashes. Santiago managed to escape death for the thousandth time."And with this one, that's 1000. Not 100 cats have as many lives as I do."Santiago was in the middle of the desert, and he was wearing a burial suit. His business associates must have thought he was dead. It was used for this type of work. Where his life would be put on the line to succeed."TSSSSPP!" Santiago after sucking the tip of his finger"If I walk 30 mins south I'll find a resort, I remember going there with an Arab Sheikh when we were riding o
Andrew was sitting at the conference table that belonged to Thomas. It was furniture stolen from abandoned mansions. That table was huge and only Andrew and his men sat at it looking at the bound Thomas. Andrew still hadn't decided what he was going to do with Thomas but he was there to decide.“We finally managed to take West Lincoln Monsieur. It took 24 hours, and given that the territory is huge, it's a good first acquisition. If you still want to dominate the entire city, today we...”“Take it easy Gabriel, take it easy.”“I didn't even know when this war was going to end and you want me to join another one? I don't want to take all of Lincoln like I took the West side. I want it to be something less violent and bloody.”"Less violent we can make it, but less bloody we can't promise."Gabriel said that because a city like Lincoln, although small, was full of organized militias. Ending West Lincoln began the downfall of many huge groups that fed on that lawless piece of land. Andre
Santiago got off that private jet directly to a black car that took him to Arlin. Monte Real was a beautiful country seen at night, and the city of Lumini was the best in the whole country in terms of urban planning at night. There were lights, luminous panels, neon, graffiti with glow paint, and many malls and supermarkets full of luminous advertisements. There were even drones across the city sky that built various figures in the middle of the sky.“Monte Real looks really wonderful. Who would say this country is at war?"Santiago knew that a small detachment of the association he was working for, was in the city to prevent a major war from breaking out. He didn't have much information about what happened, but from what he saw the city was at enormous peace. Santiago just thought it strange that he hadn't seen any children or teenagers on the street. It was suspicious, but he didn't want to delve into the matter. He preferred to ask for a vacation and rest.“TRAFFF” The door of the
"Who are you? Where is my money? What do you want from me?”“Shhh! You're talking too much. We just need more money. You think that you could be in there collecting our money and we just let's say we haven't seen it?”One of those big men was speaking to Santiago. The man was close to Santiago, he was crouched and looked like a truck driver.“What are you talking about? I don't know what you guys are talking about, I'm just an ordinary person who was passing by before you knocked me down."“Yes, yes. You are..."“POW!” Santiago took a punch in the middle of the face that made him lie down on the ground again. His nose was broken and he looked up at the starry sky as he began to choke on his own blood.“From today you will work for us. Keep doing what you know how to do best on the street, and at the end of each night, someone will come and collect our share. Because of dementia that you tried to simulate now, today you don't get anything. But next time we will give you 10% of what you
Santiago didn’t know what to do. For the first time in his life, he was in real danger. The other time, he had seen his life passing by, in front of his eyes, without being able to do anything. But this time, at least he was going to try to escape.Santiago opened the door to the helicopter and slammed his heels against the door as hard as he could. This caused the truck man to be pushed, and distanced himself so he could escape.“Don’t even think that I’m going to give myself up alive without a fight.”Santiago began to run desperately, in the middle of the darkness, approaching the forest that was beyond the road. Halfway there, before he knew it, he had already been caught by a strong, chubby arm. It wasn’t the truck man, but one of his friends.“So you were thinking that Grocieti will come alone pick you up? He doesn’t walk alone, he’s always accompanied.”“Let go of me, you want to kill me. Cowards, why don’t you come one at a time? Leave me alone! I have nothing to do with you!"
“I want you to use your skill, for me and my association. Are you able to do that for me, Santiago?”That 12-year-old boy came up with the most inspirational speech possible. There seemed to be nothing in the world he couldn’t do. His eyes continued to shine amidst that darkness as if he had superhuman power. His tailor-made suit, and the green cigarillo he puffed. It made it clear that he really was on another level.Then, Santiago gently nodded his head and tried to get up.“I don’t know who you are, but thank you so much for saving me.”Santiago spoke with a mouth full of blood and a few broken teeth.“Yes Santiago, I am your saviour. And from today I will explain to you how things work in our world.”Before Santiago could continue the conversation, everything went even darker, and his senses abandoned him. Santiago fainted without being able to continue at that moment.…Santiago was still kneeling in the moonlight, on that reinforced glass floor, looking into the face of Arlin, w