Only now I realize how damn big this city. Now that I'm in a hurry, now that I have to walk every mile on foot trying to get to a point that seems unattainable. What happened in that room, the incident, the phone call, and now this crazy race. Sverre I think from time to time ... also do not see very well, the blood continues to colarmi inside the eye. I think I wounded in the face, but I do not know when and I do not know how serious this thing. But I do not care. I do not care pain and anger I feel, I do not care that the cold I grab my throat at every step, I do not care a shred of proof that I lose by joining in the interweaving of scaffolding pipes.
I'm pretty sure that this town hate me deeply, it has always done everything to impede their lives ... traffic in important meetings with the operation of public transport when my mill refused to do what I wanted, smoke, smog, I stop permanently the nose, the queues for anything, the market, the newsagent, to the bathroom , the cinema, to the cemetery ... and now this.
while running at breakneck speed these menate thinking, someone has the idea kind of tripped me. Roll on the ground, pararmi trying to face with her hands. I realize how strong were running only when I'm going to slam my back against a garbage can that reminds me against the wall. I stay a moment on the ground with the thought of how mutual hatred between me and this place. I'm not a disgruntled, so I get up, anxious to know the funny guy who showed me this trick. I raise my blood from my eyes and try to focus. I notice with pleasure that the pranksters are two of the hood ... and they also can not believe it. One of them approached me with a knife that looks more like a machete and breaks the ice by saying:
"hello dude, just give us everything you have ... or spread your casings on the sidewalk! "
and I thought I would invite to the prom
" feel beautiful "I say" we remain yet to play with you bad guys, but seriously, I hurry to go somewhere, so I say immediately that it was an evening of shit and I think that it has yet to sink in the sewage before it runs out, so get out of the way because I have to give a shit "
maybe I was a bit 'hard, I think I hurt his feelings. In fact here is that other one who was standing on the sidelines shooting at me without realizing it in time to face, and I spring a good fist of those facts right, right in the stomach. I lose my breath say ten seconds, at which time the type continues to fight as if it were a drum. They begin to hum the ears and my vision becomes blurred as if it were not enough, try something in the pockets of instinct to defend myself, I grab the phone and with all the strength that I have the antenna sticking in the throat. I feel that his trachea hole, the guy can not cry even though I know it would do so, you only hear a gurgling like a drain lazy. As it falls down his friend with a straight thrust the knife test to my stomach, so luckily the adrenaline-packed that I jump back, grabbed his arm with one hand and with my free arm give him a nice elbow on the snout. I admit to being pleased when I understand, from the noise, that's some teeth were broken. I take advantage of his surprise that I was break his arm while holding, bending sharply on my shoulder. The knife fell from his hands, he might cry, and do it loudly. I pick up the knife from the ground and I put it in my pocket, I think very well replace my old phone that at least something, tonight is served. I try to piece together a coherent thought, but the screams and the blood will not help me at all. The guy I hit in the throat to the ground unconscious, perhaps dead. The fumbled in his pockets and find the keys that could be a machine.
tour a couple of streets, I find that a van parked across the air to say "hey I'm invisible, not notice me." I try to insert the key into the lock, it goes! I go up and put in motion.
my eye goes to the clock on the dashboard, finally, I know how much time passed from the accident and all the rest ... beautiful full four hours. Shit! It 'very late. Thrust your foot on the accelerator, at least no one on the street at this time. In ten minutes added to the building where I live. Running down the hall and I sling. The elevator is broken, right ... thirteen floors on foot. Many curses later, I arrive at the floor. I take the knife from his pocket, just in case we need to make a phone call to someone. Inside thirty. It 's my. The door is turn, seems to have been opened so unkind to someone who had the keys. She had not, but not needed. I open slowly ... I think someone had a party in my absence. I do a lap with a little 'attention, but there is no one, no longer at least. Reversed as the library desk, paper everywhere, broken lamps, etc. ... What worries me most, however, is a halo of burning on the walls, the wallpaper is horrible all blackened, and there are glimpses of strange on the sofas and curtains. Are long and deep. What on earth has happened here ...?
I sit a moment on what remains of my favorite chair, and I try to put together the pieces, reconstruct at least what could happen, to have a shred of trail to follow. I keep my head in his hands, his elbows resting on knees. I close my eyes. I see them and cover immediately. On the floor. Drops of a liquid black. I get up and look around on the floor, there are others. They form a small trail, follow her, goes to the bathroom. In fact I had not checked during the first round. I open the door without even a knife in his hand, e. .. oh christ! A show
horrible for me. I find two bodies in my bathtub, turned in upon themselves three or four times, they seem to what remains of your car when you put them in the press from the scrap yard. I do not think they have bones intact, not one. The strange thing, that is even stranger is that there is not even a drop of blood, nothing. Seem dry. In their eyes open yet is read perfectly the horror and pain you have endured. I had to reach before, Smeison When I phoned to tell me that here was bringing home, I heard that he was agitated, perhaps already knew what he was chasing, and is now reduced to a cube in my process, even Rich curse were my friends were helping me ... and I have them paid off well.
My mind is blank and I'm sorry for my friends, but I can not but be grateful that in the tank, there is also his body. They took her away, but at least it's alive I'm not sure if they wanted it out would have done it here, but seems to serve the living. I absolutely must find out who and why ... I have to organize. The trace of dark spots on the floor which of course stops the window is broken. I look down. I do not know why but I have the distinct feeling that those who have not taken away is gone from here by walking ...
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