You keep running. Run while feeling the rain fall upon you as a small icy spears that pierce you to the bone.
You stop under one roof for breath and strive to see in the dark. All around is in shadow, but is momentarily illuminated by lightning and recognize that old alley that leads to the central streets. Everything you know, but you do not really understand how the series of events that led you there broke.
Your mind is heaped on that little figure, again and again ...
The sound of lightning takes you out of the trance. With nerves altered and ravaged by anxiety, you look around and you keep walking quietly, placing his hand on your side which has not ceased to hurt you ...
And bleeding. When turning a corner desembocas a avenida.Buscas presuradamente somewhere where you could hide. But nothing. Stepping puddles follow your career as quickly as possible towards the end of the dimly lit stable, while remember how it all began:
And arrive home after midnight, a little drunk and tired. Laboriously looking for your keys and then olles some moans from somewhere nearby, so turn around.
Miras, a few meters from you, a group of vandals having fun kicking a small bundle lying on the floor, between ragged, squirming while those fanatics follow all viciously kicking and cruelty ..., chuckling.
It's a helpless old lady being massacred. Without thinking you throw hand bar of your door and run to them in a hurry before the kill.
They are so busy finishing his matter even hear you approach, so you put yourself quietly behind one and you drop the bar with all your strength and this falls immediately in front you you, without giving you time to pounce next and you will sink into the nose. Olles only her moan, but I do not see it standing. Another front of you. Quickly you hit him in the forehead and falls along with a portion of the bar, which has been split in two.
Then hear a little chuckle, very gently gets you up close and to turn it you realize that it emanated from the inert lump that is on the floor. A chuckle that gets louder and louder while the small body is incorporated and as this happens, the thugs also stand with angry faces ...
Terrified by the scene, but alert, instinctively you begin to slowly walk backwards while trying to keep track of them, alternating his gaze to the old lady and back to them.
See how slowly rises still laughing, her face pale and wrinkled descubresu as wax, her small figure standing, stretching his hand towards you sticking out of his clothes only white and bony finger pointing you ... also the vast and reflecting the gloomy darkness occupying empty sockets where his eyes should be.
Lightning streaks across the sky announcing storm, and that instantly see clearly:
All dressed in black clothes, standing with seeing the same faces, pistols and unsheathing approaching while the old still laughing and pointing you with that long pale as he laughs, sound like the squawk of a bird of prey finger ...
You start running. Starts rain and another flash is heard nearby.
As you run, you hear it so close that you shivers throughout the body, you feel a pain in your side, but do not pay attention because you are almost on top and you can not afford to stop.
Cold strips while trying to make the decision to continue running in front of a hail of bullets, or stop and let your career and your life is over in a flash.
Instinctively run, the primary reflection that every living being has to preserve his life, but your legs do not give for more, keep running with the desire to reach not know where, but getting even die on the road and hear the bullets buzzing close your ears.
But suddenly, your body does not respond to your desires, no longer respond to anything and go headlong into an old door, and fall limp and begin to laugh at yourself for wanting to hold on to counteract your destination.
Have your pursuers arrived. You look the same face in every one of them, not to watch you, keep their guns and give way to the old.
You can not merge, but you do not need to see it because you know it's all over; this whole episode, this race to save your life, in vain, against time because your death has happened and delayed.
They show that the bars will hit you until death and the old begins to laugh your luck ... your rotten luck.
Resigned, you close your eyes and they start the carnage. Blow after blow you tear the skin, muscles and soul; and she is laughing louder.
Open your eyes and look through the door. Still it raining outside and you see yourself telling waved. Try to look in his eyes, but only find a couple of empty eyes that look at you and you hear sobbing sadly as he walks slowly ... crying his death.
No longer see anything. Your eyes are fixed on the last image seen alive and laughter old keeps ringing, mocking your limp body while others continue their work ... and will not rest until tear you apart with sticks.