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12. Here I go

The mess of things turned from the atmosphere pressure, in itself, it was unstable enough to think of something specific. The pain in his back which was something I almost could not deal with: the passage of time seemed to be apparent in great detail that one sometimes prevented him from standing for several hours. That was the moment when, thrown on the floor tiles Albacete warm spring, he felt that his ribs were fixed on the ground and destroyed, soft, skin, establishing an uncomfortable brush with the clothes. Surely, to stick his head out the window, would be a breeze of warm air that could burn up the tabs. But from the ground, there was little they could do. His brother, even from your state intangible death, was able to control everything and decide what it was that each person should do.

- Enough with all this, Jaime.

put his hands on the tiles to lift the rest of the body, but felt the pressure Jaime's feet on his back. He turned to watch and found that blood soiled clothes and falling like a river to the ground. The image was terror, but that it was a feeling to which he was accustomed. Jaime was watching him with that serious look always the same as what had been characterized from the time they closed the lid of his coffin. That same dark face and was overwhelmed with pain which always appeared so invincible, to remind you again and again that strange event.

- I've always supported at all, Andrew. But not this.

- Why do not you leave me alone for once!

- Because I know what you're planning and I will not allow you to. Not again.

- What do you know you?

- see us not fortunate among gypsies, Andrew. Do not try to believe, perhaps, that you will achieve fool. You know that I know everything.

Andrew felt a cold air that blew in his face. He closed his eyes and rested his body against the tile it impossible to move a single member. Jaime was completely controlled that all the time, seemed to push her back with greater force. The various objects thrown across the room place so changed constant, as if the earth was trembling, but "here does not tremble," thought Andrew. He crawled a few inches, but felt pens and other objects advancing against him, as if to keep him inside there. Her room was turning into his own jail, which could not leave, within which was being tortured. There was no worse torture than imprisonment, knowing that he was only steps from the door and ran down the hall toward the outside oxygen.

felt a loud cry, heartbreaking, shook it and close my eyes. And remembered and did not know why. How long would deny what had happened? How long would have the memory of his brother disturbing the harmony of your new life? He opened his eyes and saw his brother back terrified. He looked everywhere, but no one else: he could not see who that guy was so tormented his brother, even at one time thought it was himself, but could not be. Jaime saw suddenly hit the wall and then fall to the ground with violence, pushed by the hand that appeared from nowhere. Everything happened automatically, without control, without meaning, without purpose. Just heard banging noises and expressions of pain by his brother. Now there were two hands that kept him on the floor, back, as he tore the shirt and kept him on the ground only with underwear. A knife appeared, after having turned the motionless body of James, he began to thrust into his chest again and again and again, some time and, splattering blood everywhere, to the resignation of the boy I had no energy, even to complain. Andrew covered his ears and looked down I did not want to see more, do not know why he was seeing. Jaime was not going to leave him alone.

was a last cry and everything suddenly went silent. Curtains twitched and objects scattered on the floor, fell. Andrew was able to turn around and look at the ceiling, breathing overwhelmed. Jaime was gone, but instead had a large patch of blood stained sheets.

- Until when?

- Until I assume.

The voice came from nowhere. Jaime was somewhere without intention to appear. Andrew was able to get up and saw that all things were returning to their place. Or is that perhaps at no time had been messy and everything had been the product of your dreams? How bad was the head? After all, it was not an issue that had passed at all.

Beatriz had taken the knife, waiting for anything. His appearance highlighted his paleness trembling: at what point he had thought of going to get to the floor of someone who, in itself, was strange enough confidence not to wake anyone else. Hitting everything that was in his way, he went to the door that would give the hall and run through the kitchen, however, the door was locked. He ran to the other door would open directly to the output, but this too was closed. The only option would be to break the glass, but this does not ensure to flee through the small spaces that would leave the glass. He felt mad, ran to the balcony, but then stopped, startled to see the height. Nor would it be a good choice of jumping. But what else could I do? He had the knife in his possession, waiting for Andrew to appear from somewhere.

felt approaching footsteps to it. He leaned against the wall and felt it vibrate abnormally, he was approaching.

- "Beatrice, you there?

Beatriz said nothing. He felt his pulse quicken as far as the steps seemed closer. He picked up the bloody knife, thinking that perhaps the blood of a victim could end up being confused with that of a murderer who would also be another victim ... or perhaps the victim of the perpetrator, the perpetrator of the victim, the murderer of murder that kills the victim ... or maybe he had not done anything and everything was a misunderstanding. Sure, she had wanted to commit suicide and then the court would have wanted to hide the traces of his time not lucidity.

- "Beatrice? I know you're there. Answer me. You just need to know.

The girl stood silent, trembling at every step he heard soft on the tiles. He hid behind the chair, the when he saw the figure of Andres approached the door. He felt his heart beating at its fastest pace he had ever had in your life, when he heard the key that opened the lock. The door creaked open, contained all of its intentions to launch a scream and pounce on it to altitude sickness.

- Beatriz, do not hide. No reason. I will not hurt you. What makes you think I want to ask you something? You should not be too far and will be easy to find. Ah, I see, want to play hide and seek. What fun! But I will find, because I know this place better than anyone, not because of anything I've been living for several months. When I find you, I'll have to give a kiss, this will be your penance. Understood? , Was silent waiting for his answer, as it moved one of the armchairs, OK? Sure, you're smart and you're not going to respond because that would give me a good indication of where you are. But I know you must be here somewhere.

Beatriz heard the steps you would ever closer while holding her breath. It was evident that was not going to stay there all time because, at some point, would be found: the place was not large enough to pass unnoticed. He grabbed the knife. He saw the white socks Andrew, as he moved through the rest of the room looking for her. It seemed strange that he did not bring anything with them, however, gave her innocent image distrust. Never trust too much of a person who seemed so helpless.

- Beatriz. I know where you are, "lied Andrew, to see if she left. Do not go hiding, if they saw you.

Andrew was closer to the chair, moments that she felt it was time to defend himself. He closed his eyes and swallowed all the air as he could that he needed air for so long have been breathing the minimum to avoid being discovered, and looked at the knife that still had a little blood.

- Here I am, Andrew.

- Until you decide to talk. I knew you would not take much time.

- course I have not endured enough. But thou hast not yet found.

- Here I go, here I roared.

foot when he saw who came to her, without looking ahead, threw a knife into the air, which was accompanied by a cry of his victim. He looked again and saw the white sock was stained with blood. He got up quickly to see Andrew, thrown on the couch, watching his torn pants and crimson stain was emerging from his skin.

- What's wrong? He asked.

However, before he could take a step toward him, Andrew stood up and pounced on it to immobilize it. Beatriz, who held the knife in his possession, did not mince in nail on his enemy again, this time, received a wound on the right side. Such was the struggle between the two during the fight that after the attack, broke up with her on the floor and tossed it on the glass table was broken to the moment when the body fell. On the tiles and with the knife still in his hands, tightly packed, Beatriz Andrés stabbed again, producing an ankle injury prevented him move for a while.

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12. Here I go

The mess of things turned from the atmosphere pressure, in itself, it was unstable enough to think of something specific. The pain in his back which was something I almost could not deal with: the passage of time seemed to be apparent in great detail that one sometimes prevented him from standing for several hours. That was the moment when, thrown on the floor tiles Albacete warm spring, he felt that his ribs were fixed on the ground and destroyed, soft, skin, establishing an uncomfortable brush with the clothes. Surely, to stick his head out the window, would be a breeze of warm air that could burn up the tabs. But from the ground, there was little they could do. His brother, even from your state intangible death, was able to control everything and decide what it was that each person should do.

- Enough with all this, Jaime.

put his hands on the tiles to lift the rest of the body, but felt the pressure Jaime's feet on his back. He turned to watch and found that blood soiled clothes and falling like a river to the ground. The image was terror, but that it was a feeling to which he was accustomed. Jaime was watching him with that serious look always the same as what had been characterized from the time they closed the lid of his coffin. That same dark face and was overwhelmed with pain which always appeared so invincible, to remind you again and again that strange event.

- I've always supported at all, Andrew. But not this.

- Why do not you leave me alone for once!

- Because I know what you're planning and I will not allow you to. Not again.

- What do you know you?

- see us not fortunate among gypsies, Andrew. Do not try to believe, perhaps, that you will achieve fool. You know that I know everything.

Andrew felt a cold air that blew in his face. He closed his eyes and rested his body against the tile it impossible to move a single member. Jaime was completely controlled that all the time, seemed to push her back with greater force. The various objects thrown across the room place so changed constant, as if the earth was trembling, but "here does not tremble," thought Andrew. He crawled a few inches, but felt pens and other objects advancing against him, as if to keep him inside there. Her room was turning into his own jail, which could not leave, within which was being tortured. There was no worse torture than imprisonment, knowing that he was only steps from the door and ran down the hall toward the outside oxygen.

felt a loud cry, heartbreaking, shook it and close my eyes. And remembered and did not know why. How long would deny what had happened? How long would have the memory of his brother disturbing the harmony of your new life? He opened his eyes and saw his brother back terrified. He looked everywhere, but no one else: he could not see who that guy was so tormented his brother, even at one time thought it was himself, but could not be. Jaime saw suddenly hit the wall and then fall to the ground with violence, pushed by the hand that appeared from nowhere. Everything happened automatically, without control, without meaning, without purpose. Just heard banging noises and expressions of pain by his brother. Now there were two hands that kept him on the floor, back, as he tore the shirt and kept him on the ground only with underwear. A knife appeared, after having turned the motionless body of James, he began to thrust into his chest again and again and again, some time and, splattering blood everywhere, to the resignation of the boy I had no energy, even to complain. Andrew covered his ears and looked down I did not want to see more, do not know why he was seeing. Jaime was not going to leave him alone.

was a last cry and everything suddenly went silent. Curtains twitched and objects scattered on the floor, fell. Andrew was able to turn around and look at the ceiling, breathing overwhelmed. Jaime was gone, but instead had a large patch of blood stained sheets.

- Until when?

- Until I assume.

The voice came from nowhere. Jaime was somewhere without intention to appear. Andrew was able to get up and saw that all things were returning to their place. Or is that perhaps at no time had been messy and everything had been the product of your dreams? How bad was the head? After all, it was not an issue that had passed at all.

Beatriz had taken the knife, waiting for anything. His appearance highlighted his paleness trembling: at what point he had thought of going to get to the floor of someone who, in itself, was strange enough confidence not to wake anyone else. Hitting everything that was in his way, he went to the door that would give the hall and run through the kitchen, however, the door was locked. He ran to the other door would open directly to the output, but this too was closed. The only option would be to break the glass, but this does not ensure to flee through the small spaces that would leave the glass. He felt mad, ran to the balcony, but then stopped, startled to see the height. Nor would it be a good choice of jumping. But what else could I do? He had the knife in his possession, waiting for Andrew to appear from somewhere.

felt approaching footsteps to it. He leaned against the wall and felt it vibrate abnormally, he was approaching.

- "Beatrice, you there?

Beatriz said nothing. He felt his pulse quicken as far as the steps seemed closer. He picked up the bloody knife, thinking that perhaps the blood of a victim could end up being confused with that of a murderer who would also be another victim ... or perhaps the victim of the perpetrator, the perpetrator of the victim, the murderer of murder that kills the victim ... or maybe he had not done anything and everything was a misunderstanding. Sure, she had wanted to commit suicide and then the court would have wanted to hide the traces of his time not lucidity.

- "Beatrice? I know you're there. Answer me. You just need to know.

The girl stood silent, trembling at every step he heard soft on the tiles. He hid behind the chair, the when he saw the figure of Andres approached the door. He felt his heart beating at its fastest pace he had ever had in your life, when he heard the key that opened the lock. The door creaked open, contained all of its intentions to launch a scream and pounce on it to altitude sickness.

- Beatriz, do not hide. No reason. I will not hurt you. What makes you think I want to ask you something? You should not be too far and will be easy to find. Ah, I see, want to play hide and seek. What fun! But I will find, because I know this place better than anyone, not because of anything I've been living for several months. When I find you, I'll have to give a kiss, this will be your penance. Understood? , Was silent waiting for his answer, as it moved one of the armchairs, OK? Sure, you're smart and you're not going to respond because that would give me a good indication of where you are. But I know you must be here somewhere.

Beatriz heard the steps you would ever closer while holding her breath. It was evident that was not going to stay there all time because, at some point, would be found: the place was not large enough to pass unnoticed. He grabbed the knife. He saw the white socks Andrew, as he moved through the rest of the room looking for her. It seemed strange that he did not bring anything with them, however, gave her innocent image distrust. Never trust too much of a person who seemed so helpless.

- Beatriz. I know where you are, "lied Andrew, to see if she left. Do not go hiding, if they saw you.

Andrew was closer to the chair, moments that she felt it was time to defend himself. He closed his eyes and swallowed all the air as he could that he needed air for so long have been breathing the minimum to avoid being discovered, and looked at the knife that still had a little blood.

- Here I am, Andrew.

- Until you decide to talk. I knew you would not take much time.

- course I have not endured enough. But thou hast not yet found.

- Here I go, here I roared.

foot when he saw who came to her, without looking ahead, threw a knife into the air, which was accompanied by a cry of his victim. He looked again and saw the white sock was stained with blood. He got up quickly to see Andrew, thrown on the couch, watching his torn pants and crimson stain was emerging from his skin.

- What's wrong? He asked.

However, before he could take a step toward him, Andrew stood up and pounced on it to immobilize it. Beatriz, who held the knife in his possession, did not mince in nail on his enemy again, this time, received a wound on the right side. Such was the struggle between the two during the fight that after the attack, broke up with her on the floor and tossed it on the glass table was broken to the moment when the body fell. On the tiles and with the knife still in his hands, tightly packed, Beatriz Andrés stabbed again, producing an ankle injury prevented him move for a while.

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Photo: Passage Melgarejo, Valparaiso.

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the words I'm running

and from that silence impertinent

consuming the world among piles of fire. There

have to come to dance

codes and those heavenly hellish

that mixture of Hades and soybean juice

fueling the brain in search of awakening.

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run off the clock

and suddenly see that he has spent that night and start again.

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and from that silence impertinent

consuming the world among piles of fire. There

have to come to dance

codes and those heavenly hellish

that mixture of Hades and soybean juice

fueling the brain in search of awakening.

Open your eyes in the morning,

run off the clock

and suddenly see that he has spent that night and start again.

Dream, dream ... Dreaming?

Dream, dream ... (Yawn).

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the future.

few days ago, upon arriving at Lili's house in Santiago, we talked about my future, a question that has haunted me a lot during the last time and appears to be a recurring topic of conversation. And, indeed, is an important issue, considering that left me just 3 semesters (counting the one that goes way) to graduate from the race and face the 'reality', a blow that can be quite strong. My first response was I want to study further: obtain a postgraduate, master, doctoral degree and what do I know what else I can come on the road. Given this response, another one referring to when I was with the intention to continue studying and I think, definitely, yes. The study can produce an apparent constant exhaustion, however, is the only way to keep active neurons to further develop research findings. And, anyway, I think it would help me feel active and current.

The next person to ask me was Jeff, director of the Middlebury College program in Chile, during the cultural activity in Cajon del Maipo. One of the reasons why I agreed to work with the program is that these students arrive with the intention to develop communication skills in English as a foreign language, area in which I am quite interested and would like to follow. I told him my intentions and was very concerned specifying graduate programs and specialization in the area, in order to develop my career based on this work. I thought it was great, because it interests me more than teaching in schools.

While the idea of \u200b\u200bclass in schools is not an idea that rejection is not what makes me feel completely and utterly comfortable, but not something to discard to develop for a while. What it is made clear I do not feel qualified to develop a lifetime: I want to do literature, film, art ... and the current educational system seems to be too difficult.

is an important question, considering that it is time to act. When that time comes, I hope to be blessed with all the tools to know better and choose to project my life around that, without neglecting the interests that have motivated me a lifetime and to fulfill my dreams what is most important. I want to go far and I believe in that dream.

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the future.

few days ago, upon arriving at Lili's house in Santiago, we talked about my future, a question that has haunted me a lot during the last time and appears to be a recurring topic of conversation. And, indeed, is an important issue, considering that left me just 3 semesters (counting the one that goes way) to graduate from the race and face the 'reality', a blow that can be quite strong. My first response was I want to study further: obtain a postgraduate, master, doctoral degree and what do I know what else I can come on the road. Given this response, another one referring to when I was with the intention to continue studying and I think, definitely, yes. The study can produce an apparent constant exhaustion, however, is the only way to keep active neurons to further develop research findings. And, anyway, I think it would help me feel active and current.

The next person to ask me was Jeff, director of the Middlebury College program in Chile, during the cultural activity in Cajon del Maipo. One of the reasons why I agreed to work with the program is that these students arrive with the intention to develop communication skills in English as a foreign language, area in which I am quite interested and would like to follow. I told him my intentions and was very concerned specifying graduate programs and specialization in the area, in order to develop my career based on this work. I thought it was great, because it interests me more than teaching in schools.

While the idea of \u200b\u200bclass in schools is not an idea that rejection is not what makes me feel completely and utterly comfortable, but not something to discard to develop for a while. What it is made clear I do not feel qualified to develop a lifetime: I want to do literature, film, art ... and the current educational system seems to be too difficult.

is an important question, considering that it is time to act. When that time comes, I hope to be blessed with all the tools to know better and choose to project my life around that, without neglecting the interests that have motivated me a lifetime and to fulfill my dreams what is most important. I want to go far and I believe in that dream.

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11. Smell of death. That

Beatriz was sitting on the couch, waiting for the glass of juice that brought Andrew to ease tensions somewhat. The juice tasted strange situation in which the homeowner apologized because it had been opened before leaving and, probably, that would have affected their composition. Neither was able to utter a single word except for the explanation of the bad taste of juice, "looking for excuses to run his eyes every time they happen to coincide at some point the existence inaccurate. Everything was as quiet as if the room was empty. Andrew, mechanically, took a broom and began sweeping the tiles, in the eyes of his estranged companion, who remained silent, staring into the glass of juice.

not this glass of juice will have something, I do not think so. It's just paranoia, it's just shock. Is it true what I've seen the entry? Have I felt presences within this floor? Is not part of the insanity of drinking coffee with a guy who, in itself, and it looks very strange? The juice is something strange, I insist. But how I can explain that which has appeared in the windows? How to explain the feeling of persecution, blood, dying bodies, bodies with life? Albacete is converted into a strange world since I met this guy. Ideally, I left this place as soon as possible and hiciese as if he had ever known. Yes, it seems that this is the best option. I'll finish this and I'll never to return again to become one more person on the street, someone to share studies and nothing else. I must go away from here. This place smells funny, it smells like ... no, it is impossible, could not be, is not so crazy, but it smells like closure. Yes, that's, to moisture, rot. Something is rotting somewhere. I must go much before. Juice knows very bad, why? Do the components are of such quality as stated on the label? The juice is delicious, it's the best I've tasted in my life. I think I could ... stay a little longer. After all, Andrew has been very friendly, a great friend. Shall stay here. But what good juice! That smell of decay, but clean. Yes, all shiny.

Andrew sat down and threw the broom against the wall. He opened the window and watched the Greek flag was in the building next door. He remembered the time he had seen the first major thunderstorm in Albacete, that it looked like the end of the world. But then discovered that the sound of rain is the same everywhere, though the magic itself which depends on the perspective. Beatriz observed that sat on the couch, the glass in his hand was a woman so beautiful, so attractive and that, had finally managed to bring to his apartment. Only be satisfied.

- "Beatrice? Have you had a good time with me?

- Well, what happens to you, man! If even you changed your accent.

- I do not know, are things of the moment.

- 're pretty crazy, Andrew. Everything around you, what happens to you. Your life. How I can know that you trust?

- Well, we are entering the field of interest.

- I do not understand what you mean, "Beatriz began to bother.

- Never mind, never mind.

Beatriz felt suddenly dizzy. When standing, he felt he could not, that everything was moving. The glass fell from his hands and broke into the ground before his face pale and nauseous that he watched with bewilderment everywhere. Andrew, mechanically, took the broom and picked up the remains of the vessel had been on the tiles, without another word. The windows were open at the time that Beatrice fell on the couch, sweating and shivering cold.

- I've noticed that my interest in you is far beyond friendship. Right, Betty?

- Andrew, you're confusing things. I leave here.

- What state? You're crazy, wait until you spend a little. Meanwhile, listen to me.

- No! Your voice makes me even more headache. When I leave here, I will not anymore. Do you understand? Never again.

- course, that if you can get out of here.

Andrés progressed towards the kitchen, leaving Beatrice in the chair, writhing in pain. This guy is crazy, I want to kill. He has put some of my juice is safe. Is evident. I feel terrible, I do not understand how he could get to do this and as I have not noticed his intentions. From the outset that I have realized his folly, but I thought it was true. Fatal error! The room door was closed as I walked into the kitchen and kept the juice box inside the fridge. Closed bottle cap with white pills and put it in the pantry: here has not gone nothing. He returned to his room down the hall, watching from the door, her visit was in the same place, in silence, though rather uneasy. It was strange how he achieved his goal of bringing her to his apartment.

- "Beatrice? Are you okay?

- What happened? Why am I here?

- Quiet, quiet. You've fallen asleep on the couch, it's all good. Want a drink?

- No, no. I'm fine. I just want to go home.

- Why do you want to go?

- Did I'm going crazy?

- How would I know if I say what is happening to you.

- Ah ... then ... it was only a dream. Damn! I do not understand.

Beatrice stood up and his shoes stepped on an object that seemed strange. Lowered his gaze and fell silent, waiting for Andrew was to another place. I smiled during that time, assuming that nothing happened, but without leaving your site. Was tense and cold as a stone. A strange noise came from one of the rooms.

- What was that? Asked frightened, realizing immediately that it was time to get rid of the homeowner for a moment.

- You Stay here, okay? I'll go see.

cold air flooded the walls for a moment, seemed filled with ice. Beatriz noticed steam coming out of his breathing and temperature change was significant: it was spring in Albacete, when temperatures well above the ice. Under his shoe was the handle of a knife, whose blade was under the couch. Looked around to make sure that Andrew would not come and then reached down to remove it from there.

Andrés

crawled down the hall toward the bedroom where he came noise. He noted that his own bedroom was completely disorganized: the desk in the middle all rolled blankets against the wall, broken pillow, his shoes thrown everywhere and shed clothes on the floor. His notes were all torn and wrinkled: the open window gave way to a cold breeze in the air kept some of its objects. Admitted quickly to close the window, when the door of his room closed. He felt a sharp stab in his side that he was startled. The heartbeat is accelerated when he saw that the window is fogged. His shirt was torn product of the sting, however, had no wound on the skin. Bumped into objects that were scattered on the tiles, as he walked to the door. In the blink of an eye, prevented him from leaving the desktop. Scared, looked around and ran to the drawer of his desk: the knife was not in place.

- What the hell is this doing here?

was not as simple to remove from its place: it seemed to have been in place for some time and product of the weight of the sofa, he seemed perfectly accommodated. After pulling for some time, Beatrice was able to get the knife and take it in their hands. Let go, afraid, seeing that it was bloody. Only then he realized that the sofa in the bottom, had spots of blood.

- was you, Jaime.

- Stop blaming the rest of your mistakes.

- was you!

- No.

- Let out of here!

- Why? Why your outbursts attacking someone else and then you should seek him out when he was only a moment of chaos?

- You should be on my side.

Jaime appeared in front of Andrew. His body bloody and wounded even expelling the same stench of death with whom he had met when they return home after this event. Andrew saw him, he felt that he remembered the time that had gone walking down Almirante Montt, heading to his home, without thinking that he would meet with a show like that. Although he did remember, and it weighed a lot, the fact that he left without having had time to talk with him and apologize for the last discussion.

- Andrés, cut with LESER. I told you no.

- All you do is think of you. You are a fucking selfish.

- I told you I could not thinking. I am full of important things, I have to choose what I study ridge and you do not help me at all. The selfish are you. And more over, concerned. I just want the money. Keep your fucking money! I do not care.

- So you're not going to fix things.

- andate. I have other things to do.

- You did not come to talk like that!

Andrew moved quickly to his brother and hit him violently against the wall. The blow shook the room completely. Jaime looked into his eyes, afraid, and that look he felt a strange sense of guilt. However, pushed him again, even harder.

- What? Now you're going to kill me?

- 're a fucking asshole.

turned away from his brother and left the area, hitting the wall with his fist. Walked down the hall, angry, but then stopped. It could not have beaten his brother never had a discussion come to blows by none. Quickly, he took off his shoes and walked in socks to hear that Jaime did not walk back to his room. He came to the door and watched in silence, his brother was on the floor, crying. On his back, he had the mark of the blow which had struck the wall, bleeding. He walked away quickly, regretting all he had done. Jaime sat on the desk, his back to the door. Normally, your desk was in another position, but her brother had changed the time of ordering the house. I was so embarrassed by the discussion that he had no courage to change anything.

- 're a fucking asshole, Jaime.

his brother's image faded slowly, as the room was flooded, increasingly, the freezing cold air to the walls. Andrew was on the ground, trying to get rid of all the clutter of objects strewn around the room.

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11. Smell of death. That

Beatriz was sitting on the couch, waiting for the glass of juice that brought Andrew to ease tensions somewhat. The juice tasted strange situation in which the homeowner apologized because it had been opened before leaving and, probably, that would have affected their composition. Neither was able to utter a single word except for the explanation of the bad taste of juice, "looking for excuses to run his eyes every time they happen to coincide at some point the existence inaccurate. Everything was as quiet as if the room was empty. Andrew, mechanically, took a broom and began sweeping the tiles, in the eyes of his estranged companion, who remained silent, staring into the glass of juice.

not this glass of juice will have something, I do not think so. It's just paranoia, it's just shock. Is it true what I've seen the entry? Have I felt presences within this floor? Is not part of the insanity of drinking coffee with a guy who, in itself, and it looks very strange? The juice is something strange, I insist. But how I can explain that which has appeared in the windows? How to explain the feeling of persecution, blood, dying bodies, bodies with life? Albacete is converted into a strange world since I met this guy. Ideally, I left this place as soon as possible and hiciese as if he had ever known. Yes, it seems that this is the best option. I'll finish this and I'll never to return again to become one more person on the street, someone to share studies and nothing else. I must go away from here. This place smells funny, it smells like ... no, it is impossible, could not be, is not so crazy, but it smells like closure. Yes, that's, to moisture, rot. Something is rotting somewhere. I must go much before. Juice knows very bad, why? Do the components are of such quality as stated on the label? The juice is delicious, it's the best I've tasted in my life. I think I could ... stay a little longer. After all, Andrew has been very friendly, a great friend. Shall stay here. But what good juice! That smell of decay, but clean. Yes, all shiny.

Andrew sat down and threw the broom against the wall. He opened the window and watched the Greek flag was in the building next door. He remembered the time he had seen the first major thunderstorm in Albacete, that it looked like the end of the world. But then discovered that the sound of rain is the same everywhere, though the magic itself which depends on the perspective. Beatriz observed that sat on the couch, the glass in his hand was a woman so beautiful, so attractive and that, had finally managed to bring to his apartment. Only be satisfied.

- "Beatrice? Have you had a good time with me?

- Well, what happens to you, man! If even you changed your accent.

- I do not know, are things of the moment.

- 're pretty crazy, Andrew. Everything around you, what happens to you. Your life. How I can know that you trust?

- Well, we are entering the field of interest.

- I do not understand what you mean, "Beatriz began to bother.

- Never mind, never mind.

Beatriz felt suddenly dizzy. When standing, he felt he could not, that everything was moving. The glass fell from his hands and broke into the ground before his face pale and nauseous that he watched with bewilderment everywhere. Andrew, mechanically, took the broom and picked up the remains of the vessel had been on the tiles, without another word. The windows were open at the time that Beatrice fell on the couch, sweating and shivering cold.

- I've noticed that my interest in you is far beyond friendship. Right, Betty?

- Andrew, you're confusing things. I leave here.

- What state? You're crazy, wait until you spend a little. Meanwhile, listen to me.

- No! Your voice makes me even more headache. When I leave here, I will not anymore. Do you understand? Never again.

- course, that if you can get out of here.

Andrés progressed towards the kitchen, leaving Beatrice in the chair, writhing in pain. This guy is crazy, I want to kill. He has put some of my juice is safe. Is evident. I feel terrible, I do not understand how he could get to do this and as I have not noticed his intentions. From the outset that I have realized his folly, but I thought it was true. Fatal error! The room door was closed as I walked into the kitchen and kept the juice box inside the fridge. Closed bottle cap with white pills and put it in the pantry: here has not gone nothing. He returned to his room down the hall, watching from the door, her visit was in the same place, in silence, though rather uneasy. It was strange how he achieved his goal of bringing her to his apartment.

- "Beatrice? Are you okay?

- What happened? Why am I here?

- Quiet, quiet. You've fallen asleep on the couch, it's all good. Want a drink?

- No, no. I'm fine. I just want to go home.

- Why do you want to go?

- Did I'm going crazy?

- How would I know if I say what is happening to you.

- Ah ... then ... it was only a dream. Damn! I do not understand.

Beatrice stood up and his shoes stepped on an object that seemed strange. Lowered his gaze and fell silent, waiting for Andrew was to another place. I smiled during that time, assuming that nothing happened, but without leaving your site. Was tense and cold as a stone. A strange noise came from one of the rooms.

- What was that? Asked frightened, realizing immediately that it was time to get rid of the homeowner for a moment.

- You Stay here, okay? I'll go see.

cold air flooded the walls for a moment, seemed filled with ice. Beatriz noticed steam coming out of his breathing and temperature change was significant: it was spring in Albacete, when temperatures well above the ice. Under his shoe was the handle of a knife, whose blade was under the couch. Looked around to make sure that Andrew would not come and then reached down to remove it from there.

Andrés

crawled down the hall toward the bedroom where he came noise. He noted that his own bedroom was completely disorganized: the desk in the middle all rolled blankets against the wall, broken pillow, his shoes thrown everywhere and shed clothes on the floor. His notes were all torn and wrinkled: the open window gave way to a cold breeze in the air kept some of its objects. Admitted quickly to close the window, when the door of his room closed. He felt a sharp stab in his side that he was startled. The heartbeat is accelerated when he saw that the window is fogged. His shirt was torn product of the sting, however, had no wound on the skin. Bumped into objects that were scattered on the tiles, as he walked to the door. In the blink of an eye, prevented him from leaving the desktop. Scared, looked around and ran to the drawer of his desk: the knife was not in place.

- What the hell is this doing here?

was not as simple to remove from its place: it seemed to have been in place for some time and product of the weight of the sofa, he seemed perfectly accommodated. After pulling for some time, Beatrice was able to get the knife and take it in their hands. Let go, afraid, seeing that it was bloody. Only then he realized that the sofa in the bottom, had spots of blood.

- was you, Jaime.

- Stop blaming the rest of your mistakes.

- was you!

- No.

- Let out of here!

- Why? Why your outbursts attacking someone else and then you should seek him out when he was only a moment of chaos?

- You should be on my side.

Jaime appeared in front of Andrew. His body bloody and wounded even expelling the same stench of death with whom he had met when they return home after this event. Andrew saw him, he felt that he remembered the time that had gone walking down Almirante Montt, heading to his home, without thinking that he would meet with a show like that. Although he did remember, and it weighed a lot, the fact that he left without having had time to talk with him and apologize for the last discussion.

- Andrés, cut with LESER. I told you no.

- All you do is think of you. You are a fucking selfish.

- I told you I could not thinking. I am full of important things, I have to choose what I study ridge and you do not help me at all. The selfish are you. And more over, concerned. I just want the money. Keep your fucking money! I do not care.

- So you're not going to fix things.

- andate. I have other things to do.

- You did not come to talk like that!

Andrew moved quickly to his brother and hit him violently against the wall. The blow shook the room completely. Jaime looked into his eyes, afraid, and that look he felt a strange sense of guilt. However, pushed him again, even harder.

- What? Now you're going to kill me?

- 're a fucking asshole.

turned away from his brother and left the area, hitting the wall with his fist. Walked down the hall, angry, but then stopped. It could not have beaten his brother never had a discussion come to blows by none. Quickly, he took off his shoes and walked in socks to hear that Jaime did not walk back to his room. He came to the door and watched in silence, his brother was on the floor, crying. On his back, he had the mark of the blow which had struck the wall, bleeding. He walked away quickly, regretting all he had done. Jaime sat on the desk, his back to the door. Normally, your desk was in another position, but her brother had changed the time of ordering the house. I was so embarrassed by the discussion that he had no courage to change anything.

- 're a fucking asshole, Jaime.

his brother's image faded slowly, as the room was flooded, increasingly, the freezing cold air to the walls. Andrew was on the ground, trying to get rid of all the clutter of objects strewn around the room.

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10. The sound of a nightmare

And far away, could see the perfect silhouette Beatrice was walking with that sensual touch as you awake. Andrew sat in Altozano Square, watching the fountain spouts water into the air and, in more than one point, ended up wetting his clothes product gusts of wind that began to surround the square. There was the store where he bought some time to renew some knives covered in the department, with tourists buying souvenirs of that unknown city of the plains. The sun rays that sometimes escaped from the clouds made him want to meet again with the snowflakes that fell on his head, as Méndez Álvaro Station, in Madrid. Albacete longed back covered in white, as in his dreams.

Beatriz looked radiant as ever. He wore brown boots and a red coat that highlighted her figure, the color of his eyes that seemed to intensify the light product. They greeted each other and started walking.

- You seem a little worried, Andrew. Is everything okay?

- Yes, "he laughed quietly. I'm better than ever. True, some time since I felt so good.

- Good to see you well. I suppose some day I'll tell you this is happening.

- thing is to just kill a hundred people and I do not know what to do with their bodies. That was what worried me.

- things you say, man! "Beatrice began to laugh.

- Well, I already told you what had happened and you do not want me to believe, they both smiled.

- Are we going to get a coffee or something?

- Excellent idea.

As they walked to a cafe, Andrew could not help thinking of Beatrice and the strong attraction he was feeling towards her, feeling that was growing every day. The two kisses on the cheek were incentive enough to awaken all your fantasies, the kisses became more daring and original. She took her hand and smiled.

- Why look at me like, Andrew?

- I seemed to have seen something strange about you ...

- What?

- Something like a Martian coming down slowly, from your hair and your eyes fell upon. That's why I looked with much interest.

- It's no use to you! "Beatrice smiled again, a gesture that pleased Andrew.

They sat at a table and ordered coffee, which quickly come to their tables with a column of smoke that seemed to stop in time, like the rest of the premises, at the time that Beatrice began to speak of his life, everything I had been doing during the time of examination, when it was unable to meet with him. The relationship with her boyfriend had ended a few weeks, but she was fine and ready to continue his life around rethink everything and see what opportunities on the way, after all, there was still much to live. Andrew was surprised with the sound of a siren coming from somewhere.

- Do you hear that? Suddenly interrupted, the story of Beatrice, who had listened for so long.

- Yes, it's a mermaid. Are you scared?

- terrify me. It's like the sound of a nightmare.

The siren getting closer and all around was arrested, even thought it was a good opportunity to escape the site without paying, then probably nobody would even notice that at some point sat for coffee. The doors flew open and three men in blue and green two were admitted with bullet proof vests, protected as if they were to meet a criminal. Andrew felt his blood run cold and looked at Beatrice, who continued his conversation with complete normality, as if nothing had happened.

- Can you see what I'm seeing, Beatrice? He asked with a voice, not realizing it was not his own. The voice was soft, hidden, a voice that faded after the footsteps were getting closer to the table.

- What are you afraid, Andrew? What these men armed? Does your life? Do what you are? What? Surely, you're afraid, too, questions.

- I have no fear.

- you sure? I would say yes - Beatrice smiling while wearing the cup of steaming coffee to his lips painted red with a strong cup marking -. Why look at me like that? Now I'm lying?

Beatriz smiled as he settled brown hair that fell over shoulders. The men sat at the table that was next and did nothing but watch the only customers that were in the room at that time of day. Andrew saw those eyes that peered seriously, but not sure what would happen. He waved his hand to see if they reacted, but nothing. One of them stood up and stood in front of Andrew, with his imposing figure, but without saying a word.

- Dime, "said the waiter.

- What? Andrew asked.

- You called me.

- Sure, I walk with your head in thousands of sides. Can you bring me a glass of water, please?

- Well, of course.

- Thanks.

- What do you think?

- What do I think of what?

- Man, because of what I've been talking all this time.

- It is quite complicated because from your position, things tend to look a little rough, but you might consider analyzing it from a different perspective to see if you get more options. For my part, I would consider seeing it from another point of view and probably make things a little simpler. Beatriz

him with a smile and nodded.

- Yes, I think you're right, Andrew.

Leaving the cafeteria, the sky was again covered with gray and the wind made him think that anytime again rain on the city. Andrew paid the bill and then make sure no one else was inside the cafeteria, a sigh of relief. In the street was a parked police car. It seemed strange feeling a siren that all the time it was in the city, had never heard of a robbery, a chase or something. A policeman was on the radio, staring at him and his companion.

- Let's go.

Tejares Walking down the street, heading toward the campus of the University of Castilla La Mancha. There was no yield tests, but it was an excuse to keep talking of life: after all, Albacete did not, just too many places to go as a tourist. All the way, Andrew turned around to see that nobody was following, because I felt footsteps behind theirs. Even saw a hand that is perched on the shoulder. Beatriz suddenly stopped.

- Andrew, what happened to you on the shoulder?

- What?

- Look!

Andres saw he had a large blood stain on his white shirt. Reassured her that it was nothing, which probably would have beaten without notice. Beatrice watched with concern from a while ago which also stopped to observe the alleged steps that followed.

- I think you've also noticed the same thing as me.

- Do we have been following?

- Let's go as soon as possible, we must hide in a place, "said Beatriz.

- My department. Take the bus to mislead.

- Let .

took the bus to the apartment of Andrew and Beatrice took off at any time on your side. From time to time he turned to see what passengers who are up and down, if there was someone known to the present and whether any had remained too long near as observers. Andrew covered his head and looked down, his shoes were stained red. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to forget everything that happened. He remembered the words of Caesar told him it was time to resume treatment and taking pills, but did not like. Damn paranoia that made him twist everything to make the madness of the world has become even more labyrinthine than it already was in itself. They took the trip in the opposite direction than intended, to feel a bit more relaxed but then the feeling of vulnerability was something that could no longer deal more.

- Ya falta menos, Beatriz. We're going to get.

- That, I hope, Andrew. And I should have known that was what you cared so much.

- What?

- The persecutions. I saw this figure walking behind you, with the wounded and bloodied body. I think he spoke, but I could not understand what he said.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, several times jumped on your back. Hurt you, but the wound healed so quickly that you did not have time to even realize what had happened.

- Albacete is going crazy.

- Thou going crazy, the city has never been. What you're hiding, Andrew?

Andrew was silent, her head on the seat that was before. She felt dizzy and prayed that the bus reached the whereabouts soon to descend. When he stepped on the floor, could not contain the vomit soiled the sidewalk in full view of bystanders surprised he was not accustomed to this type of urban intervention. Beatrice took his arm, while he led the way into the building.

- is there, we're close.

- Okay. Hold on a bit. Hurry up, I see them coming back.

- Where?

- Behind you! They are armed!

Then he could see the shapes that formed on the wall and flooding from red to bystanders who did not perceive this phenomenon. Or, they were both crazy, or all other human beings on the planet lacked the power to have visions surreal nonsense. "Nonsense? Something must have been hidden.

- Andrew!

- Come here! Do not run!

- we will find you anyway!

- If not us, will others!

- not think you will escape you forever.

- Beatriz, hurry, please! -Andrew, pale, cold sweating, staggering along with her friend, who walked as quickly as possible to enter the building.

Beatriz closed the door of the building and saw a strange energy.

- Andrew, I can not enter here.

- What are you saying?

- Sorry, you do not ...

- ; You saw all that I've seen out there! I do not want anything bad to happen to you!

The door shuddered invisible hit product of someone who claimed to get in and that clearly would not be well received. Beatrice screamed upon seeing the figure of a boy who began to be marked on the glass.

- Andrew! Andrew! Andrew! Let me in!

- Go away, James!

- Let me in! - Sounded angry.

- You're already dead! ... I saw him dead with my own eyes!

- What? Back-Beatriz scared.

The elevator opened and they went quickly, leaving behind a knock on the door. When they entered the apartment, Andrew closed the door and put a table to obstruct the exit. Beatriz sat in his chair and closed the curtains.

- What you were saying that down there? Who is Jaime?

- is my brother, who died shortly before my trip to Spain. Penarme has not stopped their presence from the moment I got here. I guess it's my guilty conscience for what happened.

- Fee "of consciousness?

- Exactly.

- What fault do you have?

- Because I knew that would happen.