ha pasado muchísimo tiempo desde que subí mi última entrada. No era lo que había planificado. Pensaba que subiría al menos una por semana, pero la piscina me llama con gemidos melancólicos (cough, malpensados, cough, cough) y siempre hay alguien con quien salir. Perdonadme por rendirme a mis instintos básicos de socializar.
Hoy voy a subir un trozo de un sueño con la innovación de que está en inglés - hey, alegra esa cara y deja de gruñir, que es verano - y apreciaría cualquier comentario positivo. Responderé a cualquier comentario que me pongáis, os lo aseguro. Tan solo os pido que sea positivo o crítico, que deslicéis el modo ofensivo al extremo off y que seáis vosotros mismos en todo momento.
¡Disfrutad! Para aquellos que ya estén copiando y pegando en Google Translation, no se lo recomiendo para nada. Intentad leer en inglés y si tenéis alguna duda en alguna palabra probad wordreference.com, que conmigo hace milagros (solo palabras, no expresiones).
Mark was laying on his bed with nothing but his shorts on. His heart was beating so fast he couldn’t count its beats and he felt ill.
That morning he had killed a young boy. He hadn’t told anyone but Miriam, and her response hadn’t been what he was expecting. Of course, in that game nothing was as they expected. There was always a final twist.
-Well done- she had said watching the small body black haired near the river.
In his memories, she took a knife out from her bag and stabbed the corpse through the eyelid, before removing the stained blade with a gross sound.
-Just checking he stays dead, not like the girl I tracked and supposedly killed yesterday.
-Was it after or before Di Angelo’s went missing?
-Before– was her response –You might not like it, but now we have one less opponent. Do you know his second weapon?
Mark nodded, before picking up a golden ring from the ground.
-It has a tiny mechanism. When the finger that wears it closes, it shoots a small and sharp spike that has to be poisonous.
-Which one did he try to kill you with?- she asked inquisitive.
Mark lowered the head and admitted:
-I’m not sure if he was trying to kill me.
Miriam breathed heavily and waited, but the response didn’t come until they were in the shelter, sharing a bed together.
It had happened when Mark went to the river to fetch water.
-I didn’t realise that someone was watching me until I finished. When I turned around I spotted a small boy with a childish face looking at me and trying to hide behind a tree.
The boy stretched his legs and came walking towards Mark.
-I told him to stop, but he just kept repeating that he meant no harm. It was then when he suddenly brought a hand to his pocket and tried to take out something.
But Mark didn’t lose time. He kicked him in the chest and threw him against a tree and before he knew what he was doing, he was holding a smashed head against a bloody trunk. It was later, after washing his hands, when he remembered to make the deep lethal cuts in his thighs, draining the blood in the current.
-Sometimes you can’t be sure if they are planning to kill you or to become your ally. Maybe his intentions weren’t to kill you, but that sudden movement was still strange; you followed your instinct and you kept your life. And I’m grateful for that.
In the bed, Miriam hugged Mark tightly. She loved him with passion although she didn’t know him well enough.
Mark put an ear in Miriam’s neck and listened her blood rushing. Somehow it calmed him down. Still, he didn’t feel prepared to tell her about his failure.
After finishing the young boy, Mark had searched his pockets and found a dagger and a ring, and in the other, inside the pocket the boy was reaching, a white scarf with blue dots, the same Di Angelo insisted in wearing every night.
And what had Di Angelo’s said when he first asked him about it? “My son wears one like this on this game. I hope I will find him.” Only he would not.
Di Angelo’s had gone as support for Miriam and Ana, and while Miriam was tracking the girl, he had disappeared.
-Do you have any news about Di Angelo?- Mark asked again, his fingers moving slowly over her skin.
-No- she lied –I hope he is okay.
But the truth was that after tracking and wounding that other girl she came back to Di Angelo and convinced him to help her carrying a second and bigger body of a supposedly companion they didn’t know the girl had.
In some sort of cruel way she wasn’t lying because as he approached to the false body she hit him unconscious into the hole, before covering the body with dirt. Finally she buried on the top one of Di Angelo’s mines and hided the spot with some leaves.
-I hope he is okay- she repeated hugging Mark tighter.