"Only the fools caught, thought George as he pulled the red spray paint and stirring. After one last look at the entrance of the dark alley to check that there was no unexpected audience, the 16 year old boy looked with satisfaction the bare wall and began to paint. -Take a cool base for the name-and a huge red stain spread over the clean wall. The kid did not mind the nasty smell of alcohol spray, or was afraid to walk the streets at that hour of the night. Make graffiti was the only thing he liked in its short life. When the TV is crap, school is boring, you go from your parents read and speak Chinese, decorate the streets of the neighborhood was all that attracted the attention of the boy.
"For instance, Moss was a rolling stone and that's why he got caught, Moss was another guy, a fellow at the Institute of Jorge pintorrejeando police discovered a wall. The joke cost him a fine of 200 euros and a little note to parents. But George did not. It was the smartest of all the gang. No one was shadow.
When finished applying red paint pulled the yellow boat and began with the letters:
-The A. .. N. .. T. ..-
the police are stupid and the teachers are not aware of anything. Jorge did not think anyone could teach him nothing because they knew everything worth knowing.
la O. .. R. .. C. .. H. ..-
The past does not exist and the future does not matter. Nothing mattered except the here and now, it's just instant gratification. However, even instant gratification is too slow.
"And the A, violet-and with an agile gesture finished signing the wall. When finished writing, moved slowly away from the wall and looked at his work. "Torch." So they called him. And he loved it.
- Hey, YOU! - Shouted an adult voice. Torch did not stop to see who had shouted and shot towards the bottom of the alley.
"As this alley has no exit, I thought the torch position hopeless, and he was almost certain that there was no escape.
- I SAY THAT EVEN TEA! - The voice sounded nearer and Torch could not avoid turning the head to see his pursuer. It was then when he tripped and fell face down on the floor.
- AAYY! Arise asshole! - ordered the boy himself and limping, he continued the race. But the effort was useless because the street ended in a high wall.
"It's over, and, in pain, he sat down to wait for the police. Looked at the wall that prevented the escape and he realized that he had drawn graffiti. "Oh irony
Torch said with resignation and further examined the drawing. Were letters of an alphabet Torch unknown. Were large letters and silver and all of them were strangely intertwined, like a spider web. Meanwhile, the dreaded threat did not show up. Torch looked out of the alley and saw no one. "Some
graciosillo eager to joke, "was the only explanation I found George. With step sore headed home. But when it came Alley Torch immediately realized that something was wrong. The streets were darker and were more dirty than usual. The buildings were more damaged and windows were broken or is mostly initiated.
I admit that my neighborhood has never been Beverly Hills, but this is too-
And suddenly, everything was white. Several outbreaks blinded Torch and hissing and guttural voice whispered, "Documentation-
" Today is my day-and for the second time that night, Torch ran the 100 meters. But this may not be heard steps, but the creaking of wheels speeding. Jorge is a leap away from the road and the vehicle (a van in black with tinted windows) went just inches from your body.
- almost ran me over! If they are cops I'm Chiquito de la Calzada! - And for the first time in his life, Torch went to the nearest police station. Using the alleys and narrow streets, the boy was able to temporarily circumvent the van and soon reached the square where he was the police station, but there was something that froze her blood. On the facade of the building, on the balcony, instead of waving the flag and the English Andalusian, saw another flag. One red with a white circle with a swastika in the center. Was the flag of the Nazis.
"How bad roll-
-Documentation-the voices were getting closer. A loud siren noise was heard everywhere and the police dozens of uniformed men emerged. Nazi uniform, of course. Torch did not know if this was a hidden camera program or a nightmare, but the surprise was so great that it froze. Soldiers, police surrounded readily George and the boy at gunpoint with their rifles.
"It must be a runaway slave," whispered the same guttural voice before. Torch turned to see who had spoken and could not give a groan of horror. Although wearing a uniform like the other soldiers, the thing that George had before was far from human. Verduzco, stinking, rotten, the creature had no eyes and mouth were incredibly large.
"Kill him," said the monster and Torch, and died of fear and looking corpse, closed his eyes waiting for the final burst.
That did not, of course, because the soldiers began to shout more afraid of you may have Jorge .- sorcerers are silver! - Said one of them. Torch opened his eyes and saw the soldiers writhing with silver spots on clothing and skin. Before the torch could exploit this opportunity to escape, a strong hand grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the nearest alley. Jorge's mind and could no longer resist that night and the boy fell unconscious, but not before listening to some enigmatic words: "If this is our savior, we are ready ...-
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