1 the beginning of an end

I am fire and crystal. I am mist in the dark.I am smoke and shadow. I am wind in the storm.I am what nobody sees. I am everything they want to be.I am light and dark and nobody can see me."I wanted to see you one last time."

"As you say, it seems you're going to die tomorrow." There was no regret in his eyes or sadness in his voice. There was nothing."Who knows," I shrugged selflessly, avoiding his eyes. His gaze hurt me. Death can visit me tomorrow.Slain practically turned his back on me, up the ten steps I was forcing down every morning and ascending at dawn.What was he doing at one o'clock in the morning at the front of his house? It was pathetic. He had already forgotten me or that girl I saw through the window on the second floor would not be where I should be. Slain had already replaced me."Go home, Noerin." It's too late.With what excuse did he care about me?In a blink I disappeared.It was smoke and bones.It was ashes and dust.It was everything and nothing.It was a failure.A twenty-five-year-old journalist, about to turn twenty-six and with an imaginary yearning: to succeed in life."It would be easier to destroy everything," I blurted, looking around.Misery and pain was all I saw. This world was so destroyed, hurt that they couldn't see it with a simple look. I saw beyond. I saw the disaster on the streets. The trash of sick minds. Hunger and poverty. Where was a loophole of humanity in the hearts of citizens? Where had it vanished? They had eliminated that word from their consciousness, they simply don't know it. Nobody knows. Except me. I know everything and what I don't invent. I am excellent at that job."Do you want to be fired for the third time?" "My ex-former boss threatened me, throwing the newspaper in my face.It was not necessary to read it. I had written much of some news. Some as real as the moon, others ... mmm, others, not so much."Simultaneous deaths in the prison around the world?" My ex-former boss growled with a terrible desire to tear my head out, revive me, throw me out the window and crush me with a truck. Why do I still allow you to work in my agency?"I wonder the same thing every day of my life, sir," I replied for education.He did not like it. No, no, no, he didn't like it at all.-You are fired! He threw a shoe straight in my face. Of course I dodged masterfully. She was an expert in dodging projectiles of different sizes."Back to beg," I resigned.It was a total failure. Who would hire an incorrigible like me? Nothing I did would be fine and the weather was in my favor, I was crying torrentially my failure and I would cry next to him if it was melodramatic but when the rejection becomes part of your life and adheres to your dream book to fulfill, now It was hard to put it aside and let it run away. I chase misfortune and misfortune chases me.I need to feed or I will die."We are not interested in joining your gang." "They were discussing young criminals, they should not exceed my age.At the outside of a messy bar, two gang leaders argued over the hierarchy of the place. Men are very territorial, they are worse than animals."Hey, get out." This is my place — I provoked them.I didn't have to be a genius to not assume that they would both get angry at my tone of voice, not to mention that she was a girl, under her selfish and superb look, it was an insignificant shit with legs that had just declared war on them.-What did you say? "One of them scoffed, giving me a chance to withdraw from the place, run through my life as an easy prey to hunt and devour.Very good. He deserves to live another day. It is not so bad after all."They are in my hunting territory, get out and never come back.And it was not a lie. I lived in the streets and begged for a roof but nobody wanted to accept me. I smell bad. Who wanted someone stinky in their home?Slain picked me up from the trash. He ... No, no, no. Forget him."This territory belongs to my Green Cats gang," the other boy chanted, with dyed strands the color of his gang; My objective-. Get away woman, if you don't want a bullet in your vagin ...A spasm struck his body, he had just entered his control field. His body convulsed while standing, his eyes bursting with pressure. His scream of pain and terror were muted in the face of the situation. He suffered devastating torture. The ribs detached from the flesh and his chest swelled up like a balloon was inside. It was clear that the other gang member backed away, no, he dragged his feet, with trembling legs and the horror marked on his hardened face. No one knew what would be happening, except me. It was the cause of this chilling scene.The head split in two, vertically and the clarity of the reddish blood soon became a spectral target.It was smoke and bones.It was my food.It was meat and brains.It was my trophy.It was normal before that happened and I don't regret it. Who regrets it? Those who have forgotten my existence Who suffers? Who have lost their minds.