Spain 1994
'Son, why don't we have some rabo-de-toro soup' he said grinning, they have just walked some few distances away from the spa room, they were chatting and walking slowly, he had been staring at those who was hanging at every corner of the building in the street, he smirked at them, they had been hunting in the street, for innocent prey, piercing their neck smoochy and sucking their esophagus.
'Dad, I thought you said you don't like it,' He stared at him curiously.
'Yea, just feel like taking some in my gullet tonight,' he held his hand and lead the way in, 'shall we'?
They enter into a restaurant, occupied with four chairs on each table, the aroma of the soup filled the air as an old lady approached them with two bowls of soup in a tray. 'Do enjoy your meal,' she smiled at the boy, 'Alright' The restaurant is so scanty, just two of them and a lady sitting beside the window. Occasionally, she would take a few glimpses of father and son enjoying the hotness of the soup.
'Isn't it amazing,' The boy exhaled.
'Of course, it is,' he battled with the beef. He gulped down a shot of Anis gin, brought out a necklace and hand it over to his son.
'What for,' asked his son surprisingly.
'I couldn't afford to get you a gift for your tenth birthday, why don't….'
The boy cut 'No dad, didn't you get mom this as a Christmas gift.'
'No, it's for you, you might need it in the future,' he said smiling.
'The truth lies in this locket' he whispered.
'That's more of a fantasy, dad', He smirked and gulp his bowl of soup.
'Is it, yea, for now, I will have this given to tiana instead' he nodded softly.
'Alright I will have it,' he stretch his hand to him reluctantly.
'We have got to go now, boy.'
They saunter through the direction to their house, the cool breeze whooshed, the bird keep their voice low as they walk slowly on the stairs.
He pat his shoulder continuously.
'You know, sometimes son, as a man, you have to stand any circumstances that comes your way. When you can't handle it, you take a race, if there isn't room for the race, then let it have you' he said beaming.
'Why should I let it have me?'
'So you won't ruin in lost.'
'Yea, I understand' he nodded continuously.
'No, you don't,but you will later'
There was a car hooting, which blink its flashed light from afar. He could recognize it vividly. He bent to his boy's height.
'Izan, you have to go in now'
'Aren't we together', he asked curiously.
'I have to get your mom something'
'Then let go together, dad'
'No, it is late, I have got to go alone, take this'
He crumpled a note in his hand.
'Give this to your mom, she might need it now'.
'I will', he grumbled as he walked in His eyes saw his boy off in, and sighed.
Whilst, he made the last review of his building. He took the path through the street, he walks faster down the alley, as his legs which slap the cold floor continuously. Suddenly, a strong whiz blows off his ear, someone gripped his throat strongly, without hesitating to twitch his neck.
'Long time no see Javier', the voice gave him a dirty smile.
Sunken eyes in its socket, roaming as it rhyme with the bubble ring down pour waving at him through the window. All looks blur with the bloody burst of torture all over his face. He pays attention only to the rapturous crisper of the rain, he smiled at every drop of it, even when he gives no response to the question that has been asked from him for the past ten days. He had been captured and have him sit on the electrical chair.
He got trembled by the thunderous lightening, he felt thirst, stomach grumbled for hunger, he had been rejecting their meals and drops of water, he could recall his last taste was the liquor at patrus-De-sauco restaurant. He gulped his last spit to quenched his thirst. A quick glance at the dread man standing a meter away, with a stick of cigarette burning faintly in his hand. Then at a barrel of stick burning furiously and multiple of iron and medical equipment placed on the table adjacently to him. Continuously, the thought of demanding for water keep waving at his gullet, he had been rejecting the offer ignorantly. The lung pleads with his mouth to be of aid to its drought, which it did reluctantly.
'I need water,' he asked unconsciously.
The man simpered at him, he smashed his stick of cigarette on the cold floor and walk to him with a jug of water. Javier was very surprised at his kindness and in a deep contemplation.
'Why don't you have your mouth open, man?' he smirked at him.
Javier waited for the down pour to fill his throat, he felt the hotness on his tongue which seems to have burnt his lung.
' What the hell!' he scowled at him
'You dare to seek for water you motherfucker!', he snapped back.
Javier's lip got burst by his fist, his mouth began to drip for blood, the cloud felt pity for him, it began to grumbled and rain drizzling follows.
He scoffed and muttered.
'Asshole,' staring at him annoyingly.' 'How pitiful, you only move under the instruction of that little bitch' he chuckles.
Torres gripped on his collar out ragingly.
'Hey!, any further talk from you again, I won't hesitate to switch that on', pointing at the switch beside him.
'Why?, don't be scared, you won't get killed' he said sarcastically, the man snickered at him and light another stick of cigarette.
'You should be the one to experience that chilly blood, man'.
'Never, I fucking don't scare of that little boy's cold hands.' he felt dizzy a little.
'You know, very soon the fire work will be like, boom!, her secret shall be revealed, and you all shall face the law of Spain,' he guffawed at the last word the man join his dirty laugh as well.
Torres got outraged and hit him.
'fuck off, ass face, you will surely end up died as her servant, I have nothing to loss!' Javier spat at his face.
' Of course, you have nothing to loss, as far you hand over the object'.
A skinny Lady of white complexion, in a shinning flowery gown, on a fitted stiletto black heels that makes a croak sounds as she walked down the stairs interrupted fainted.
'Luna,' He called surprisingly, chilled blood flows through his capillaries.