The official. Second day of covenant. I road the City, I need to get a permit for a small reform at home. I have days preparing all the papers. A dozen copies of ID, ahead, behind and song. The last thirty receipts property tax, deed of my flat to certify that I own since 1492 (before the discovery of America) and the essential 205/41 completed application form with legible handwriting. Oh, and a print of the Virgin of Fatima.
I go, I do my two hours and twenty minutes to queue and, finally, I find myself face to face with the official. I bow, I cross my fingers and deposit the papers on the desk. He did not look at them.
- And the model 205/42? She asks inquisitive.
- 205/42? I have the 205/41 "I replied trying not to look into his eyes. Officials do not support that they look at you.
-41 is useless. It takes 42. The new law goes into effect today.
- Today! Wow, what luck! "I tell him anxiously. What changed between 41 and 42?
"The number. One is the 41 the other is 42 - "I replied with irrefutable logic of public employee.
- What you can not make an exception?
Just finish the sentence I realize the error. I appeal to your compassion. I put it on a plate.
- No! "She replied with determination while a wicked smile appears on his lips. I know that has expired. Another city overwhelmed by bureaucracy.
lowered his head, I need to leave ASAP. But my legs do not move. I make an effort, try moving with your hands. Nothing at all, frozen, glued to the floor with superglue.
He watches me puzzled. It is unusual for him someone to rebel to their authority. Suddenly
again I feel a tingling throughout my body and like the day before I lose control of my actions. Again the malignant manage my wireless.
I lean on the counter, grabbed the employee and gently stretch it towards me until his face is just inches from mine. Then he whispered in her ear:
"I'll tear the skin piece by piece and rejoice with your cries of pain, then I'll open your chest and eat your heart and, finally, I'll take me to hell and will burn there for eternity. Eight seconds later
leave the office with my permission slip signed and sealed.
A On the street, full of happiness, I decided to enter a candy store. I want to celebrate the victory. I start filling a plastic bag with white chocolates when the clerk interrupted me abruptly.
"I will close now, you will need in the afternoon. I'll take a few moments
disoriented, not knowing what to do.
- Not! "I finally answered quietly. I want my candy now. And without fear
repeat word for word the magic formula:
"I'll tear the skin bit by bit ...
However, this time no one controls my actions.
I leave the store with a kilo of sweets for free.
I'm learning to be bad. And I do it very quickly.
Ah, I forgot, last night I stayed with the blonde. In my house. I'm happy!
Mission Impossible. I have a hunch. Today finally I'll get closer to the blonde in the bus. And she will fall into my arms. To celebrate, for breakfast, uncork the bottle of condensed milk, which I reserve for times. then full of energy and enthusiasm, I turn to the stop. Perceive that the devil is on my side. However, the bus arrives thirty minutes late and my energy is expected to melt during the more than forty degrees in the shade. Finally upstairs and put me in my usual place. Yes, I have my place on the bus in the background just behind Pepin, one meter short of the blonde. Despite this strategic location almost never get to see it or exchange a glance. Pepin is usually placed between her and the other passengers and me from either approach. Pepin is a be enormous, a mountain of perfectly trained muscles in her thirties. Although five below zero we always wears a tank top with his name emblazoned in front: "I AM PEPIN. I do not know if he has written to inform others or to remind him.
Once you have cornered my girl starts his monologue. Dares to almost everything: international politics, philosophy, mathematics ... Also, usually argue with himself. Yes, usually a theory, and after a few minutes takes the contrary. Quite a show ... However
has never managed to get a single smile the blonde girl.
Today, despite my gut, everything will always follow the script. My girl cornered against a window, Pepin speaking about life and death and I behind, waiting for my chance. We had so few seven hundred eighty-four days. But now the evil is on my part.
suddenly noticed a tingling in my left arm. Intense and unnatural. Then my hand, led by a force beyond my control, is moved and will be placed on the shoulder of Pepin. The giant, with a gesture irritated by having to interrupt his rambling, he turns his head towards me and looks at me suspiciously.
- Can you set aside a little? "I say without hesitation. The words come out of my mouth without my permission. I am amazed.
Pepin, after watching a few seconds and making a strange grimace with the lips, choose to ignore me and resumed his talk. I breathe relieved, the blonde breathe relieved, all other passengers breathe a sigh of relief ...
However, my personal demon, who takes control of my arm and my vocal cords does not appear satisfied. The fingers of my hand, which is still in the giant's shoulder, closed with an amazing force, sink into the flesh of my opponent and force him to yield to me for the pain.
For a moment I feel powerful. And happy. I have my revenge. But happiness lasts only a moment because the tingling disappears unexpectedly. The devil has left me. I've gotten into a mess of c. .. and then left me alone, facing the danger. Bastard! Quito
hand and hide behind his back and put my sorry face, like a child who discovered while doing a prank. There seems to serve. Pepin rejoins slowly raises his arm, fifty kilos of meat rhea muscular and slapped me just below the ear. I fall to the ground. And I decide to stay there for eternity or a little more.
Because of the coup, the shock and shame, the events that happen then only half-remember.
The blonde girl starts swatting Pepin with his bag, in the face, arms, forcing him to step back and away from me. The giant, confused, takes a bus stop to decrease and disappear. Then she kneels beside me, take my head in his hands and begins to gently caress. Never been so close to her. Again I feel happy.
However, on this occasion, my happiness only lasts a few seconds. My hand, again under the control of the evil, moves slowly and is placed on the thigh of the girl, many inches above the knee. Contact with your skin makes me shiver.
The girl still. I look away while awaiting the second blow of the day. However, she separates my hand softly and sits on the floor beside me.
- Y I thought you were harmless! Finally he says while breaking into a laugh.
Suddenly I realize I still do not know his name. Not be stamped on any site. Nowhere is visible at least.
- What's your name? I ask with a thread of voice. -Monica.
is the first day of my covenant and I start to feel happy.
