As announced a few weeks ago, with the corresponding input, our dear friend Irene Commander held a contest on his blog on the topic: Good and wrong.
The SokAly we could not support such a good initiative so we signed up and pledged to send a short story, although most were lack of time limit of not succeeding, we are obliged to scratch minutes day to keep our word. Today is the day our story sees the light on the blog of Irene, we want to share with you all @ s in our space. We hope you enjoy it.
The laughter and voices of infants floated in his head like
vapor a good whiskey, were like a drug which called him both a curse that forced him to keep staring at the little bodies correteantes.
girt behind the protection of thick trunk, searched among children to find the object of his desire, gulped loudly before moisten the parched lips. It was so beautiful. He reminded the delicate poppies, with the beautiful face flushed with their games, small and fragile, as if the slightest breeze were to scatter their leaves in the wind. The eager fingers stung entangled in the blonde, curly hair, had to be closed in a tight fist to avoid the temptation to jump-start towards it and check its smoothness. He smiled when strawberries out of his mouth curled up and growled even when accompanied by another girlfriend left hopping hobbies and lost inside the school.
relaxes tense shoulders making them rotate under the leather coat and mutated the gesture when the neck bones crunched against the motion. Supported the broad back against the tree and looked at the clock, there were still a few hours to ring the bell that would free the child from the prison of school and bring it closer to him forever. After weeks of surveillance, in which the world had revolved solely around her, I knew this would be the auspicious day, no one would come to fetch her. For a moment he infuriated the them to leave the little girl only 8 years to return home alone, but when his heart was bounced into the broad chest knowing that thanks to that his hands would touch her sweet soon Rebecca, alienation disappeared giving way satisfaction, smiled slyly thanked neglect so great.
impatiently kicked the ground crushing even the ground under large boots. After all this time it only had spied on, was just now that the impatience gala. Damn inconvenient. Unable to stand still, he left his hiding place and paced back and forth, dropping glances every time I passed the door.
returned to the shade of the shelter when the first parents were arriving to collect their offspring and touched with the rough bark buds waiting for the coveted ring, not spent with the view all persons who were appearing in place waiting to embrace their loved ones. Its Rebekah would not be embraced and alone, you would him.
The shrill sound was music to their ears and watch as everyone was slowly disappearing without her out to the outside, it was like the best of the films. The big moment was approaching, and the nerves in her stomach was confirmed. Minutes later, dragging the bag, he saw appear, looking from side to side with her innocent face walked to the right with his back. Giving a second lead, he went after his prey, yes, that was how it felt, like a stealthy cat hungry, eager to satisfy their appetite. I knew it would be punished, that his conscience would haunt him until the end of the day, but it was something I should do for his soul demanded.
was enthralled with the rhythmic gait and graceful arms wobble.
quicken up your pace to see around the corner to cross the lonely street was coming next, there would be the perfect opportunity to address it. With the heart pumping for fear of losing it turned so fast he almost takes it forward. The girl had stopped to tie one shoe laces ugly uniform.
-right small, "I hurt? Asked her by the shoulders, while the adrenaline ran veins having her so close.
"No, sir," replied taking a step back and stared at the huge unknown.
"I'm glad frowned perceive their fear. You have nothing to fear from me.
"I'm not scared," muttered in a trembling voice.
"I like a brave girl.
"That says my mom
" And he is right. My name is Barack, "she said reaching for it.
watched with delight as she bit her lip thinking to do and returned his salute when giving his nickname, was held prisoner not to jump of joy at first touch her soft skin.
"You have a nice name, like you.
"Thanks," muttered looking down embarrassed. I have to leave, I hope.
"Before we talk. Sure you're thirsty drink do you like?
"Yes.
"Well, go to my house, is nearby.
"I can not go, mom always tells me not to go with strangers.
And once again she's right, only you and I are no longer strangers, we know how we call ourselves.
returned to the delicate lip biting weighing his words. A disturbing blue glow flickered in the iris when entrenched in his.
"Okay.
Rebecca followed the tall man dressed in black and speaking to him in a cheerful tone. Since he had been playing on the playground felt a strange feeling, like when you ate something bad and I sat in my stomach was turning, it continued to leave school.
When Barack ran against her and told her, invaded her quiet, but do not know what to do with his offer and the chill that ran through her. Raising his chin decided to enter, because nothing bad could happen. He seemed nice and pleasant and his face did not have any of those pesky hairs that stuck out to men like it, well had never seen and his gray eyes were cool, dark hair on top had a long and bright, not like yours and your mother looked like a mop widely used. Maybe they could be friends and share the secrets that he had to share with his dad. Barack turned slightly and smiled, returned the gesture by grabbing his hand decisively. Yes, he would understand.
jaw dropped her foot to enter into this huge and elegant residence, it was like being inside one of those boring stories in which love always wins and they end up getting tired and also smelled funny, flowers as her neighbor, Mrs. Thompson's unbearable, "she would plant in your garden and both hated it. But he liked the contrast with his image did he so gloomy and so clear your home, with walls painted a pure white and high ceilings reminiscent of a blue sky on a clear to day. While looking at what went into a small room where there were only two chairs and a table long dark, snowy walls were bare of any adornment.
"Wait here, deep voice made her give a gasp," I'm coming for your refreshment.
When Barack came, left the backpack on the floor, opened it and rummaged inside, she found a notebook and pen sat in a chair to scribble. may not be a good artist as so often hinted his teacher wrinkling his nose, but it was fun. The sound of the door opening made that will turn the notebook. His painting, by far, was his alone, and have time to see it. He took the bottle and without unpinning handed view of the strange look that was watching, took her swiftly to his lips and drank greedily, savoring the bubbly liquid that was forbidden. He choked and dropped the container crashed when breaking into pieces after removing the fur coat, she turned. Barack had "that" allows both sides of the back. Although he could not cause any harm had to flee. Joined turning the seat and ran toward the exit.
is only a few centimeters to reach the door, reached out to her scratching the fragile freedom when his wrist was caught in a tight fist.
"You know that you can leave is it Rebecca?
- Let me! Shrieked writhing to try to escape the grip.
I can not, I must fulfill my mission, said bringing it to the table.
"No, please mamaaaá!
"Stop faking me pulling it snapped," show me your face Rebeca la sat on the table, the real.
As if these were the magic words the girl stopped struggling, while her retinas became bright red flash with fire as if it had been a mere mortal would lie at her feet now become a lot ash.
yours-show me your fucking angel growled in a tone which seemed rather out of grave. Fool You think you can keep me locked up too long?
Barack spread its wings, snow plumage in full splendor shone under the rays filtering through the window.
"You know that my purpose is not felling and positioning said half of his body over hers to not escape," My job is to exterminate the evil, not hold it.
"You can not kill me, stupid," laughed the monster that was torn between his legs, only blood can wipe out the blood.
words thrown at him as if it was a windy storm the past, the moment he was carried away by passion succumbing to the temptation for the first time since it existed. Brenda. Closed his eyes and was carried away by the rush of wet kisses lacerating the skin of his neck. Felt a chill going through your spine and when the burning mouth lunged for his own, opened allowing the entry of the naughty language that made him lose his reason. The beating of your heart and blood bolted ran through his veins in a gallop without end. Everything is gone except the jerky gasps that exhaled with every hot touch, the touch of the sweaty bodies and the waves that took hold of him with increasingly powerful waves. Entangled in the soft curves and that beautiful woman's hand had fallen and pleasure known. And now there's hell at him with bulging orbs lay the fruits of their weakness, the offspring of his sin.
With determination, he took the back pocket of his trousers, ribbons and began to tie the fine members of evil that twisted trying to escape Satan's name sprang from her lips as the sharp teeth stabbed in the shoulder and meat flowed a stream of crimson flow. Ignoring the pain, slipped the shackles on his wrists and held firmly to the legs of furniture, once the hands were still down and did the same with the legs. He sat quietly and watched the product of his affair with the conniving Szepasszony. On the outside was so beautiful that your soul cried sadly knowing that inside it was a being rotten.
Rebecca turned her eyes again and look innocent blue, pleading. Unwittingly stepped toward her and stroked the soft cheek with his knuckles, while the heart was bleeding with pain for what to do. Nevertheless, the abominable be that in a few days if the left became live, love her.
-Release me, "muttered the sweetest tone I have ever heard" You can not hurt, but I if I can make you strong, join me and I'll make you captain of my kingdom.
"I'm happy being a beggar," muttered sincere.
- Damn you! "Growled throwing a spit that hit him straight," bastard, I will enjoy ripping the guts with my bare hands and throwing them to the dogs "Laughed wildly while a sulfur smell took possession of the room," your bodies will feed me.
Wiping with the back turned the spit foul heading into his coat, calmly took out his pocket knife and serrated blade slowly stroked before turning and returning back to his side. He lifted the gleaming knife, whispering a soft song with eyes closed.
- Do you think it'll hurt me with that stick? You do not have any power!
heavy eyelids lifted and set the clear orbs on her daughter, a single tear fell from his cheek scorching the skin while unloading steel hard on the tender breast.
"I have the power that gives me to be your father bellowed while bathed in the warm blood his hand. Barack Yo son Ansel, I curse you flesh of my flesh and command you to return to the dark world you belong.
A powerful beam of light seeped through the nagging injury forcing him to look away. His eye fell on a small notebook. Weeping bent and broke his soul into pieces to envision what it was emerging. On a white background were two figures, one dressed in black and one low and below each of them a few words, Barack and me. If the sketch was released into the body of his small, clotted eye moisture dropped the ropes and pressed against him by covering them both with their wings, while singing a familiar lullaby. Although it was his duty to fight evil and overcome it, could not avoid the pain tore him apart. The good should prevail sobre el maligno aunque este se presentara con el rostro de un querubín y la inocencia de un niño.
FIN
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