The Darkness Rises

The Box

Blake spent last night drinking, he thought it would help him decide ... obviously not helped. He wakes up with noises downstairs, he quickly rises and takes his hands to his head, he was hungover ... My God where I was thinking when I thought that drinking would help me?

He got up, went to the kitchen and put a bowl of ceral in the small coffee table.

"Where did I leave the remote?" he asked while rolling the sofa cushions. He returns to the room and starts looking in the drawers of the wardrobe,

"what the hell" he is faced with a box, he takes her drawer and balance to your ear for a few seconds until it resolves open it.

Inside the box were some toys and two photos one of them was a very beautiful and well-groomed woman. That picture of Blake called attention ... How did this get here? Probably was already here when I moved and I never noticed. He closed the box again and put it on the bed. Decided on impulse that would return the cash to the owner. He put a coat and went to the reception.

"Rick you know who lived in this building before me?"

"Of course I know kid, working here since before you were born," he says without looking up from his newspaper.

"Can you tell me the previous residents?"

"No" he replied without even thinking about the answer.

"They left something in my apartment and ..."

"no"

Blake stood there staring at him until he realized that he would not go away so easily.

"Look kid I'm not allowed to do these things ... and I have no money to pay for a lawyer if they try to sue me"

"they will not sue you Rick ..."

"how can you be sure?"

Blake takes a breath and tries not to laugh.

"I will not snitch"

"is what they all say"

"Please"

"I'm in the bathroom" Rick gets up quickly and disappears leaving Blake alone there with a smile on his face, He quickly picks up the record book and starts flipping through looking for the number of your apartment. The last person to live there was a little family, the Richards, Blake memorized the name and ran right back to the apartment, arriving there he picked up a phone book and started looking for the surname.

"Richards, Richards, Richards ..." he repeated as he searched until found it "got it! got it, got it!" he screamed strangely excited.

He wasted no time and immediately called, the phone ring three times and then a man answered.

"hello?"

"Hey ... I think I have something that belongs to you, or your child, do not know well"

"MY SON?"

"yes, maybe"

"This is a hoax?"

"No sir" replied Blake

"Then meet me in the center understand?"

"Wait, when?"

"now" replies the man who soon turns off.

Blake is standing there for a second ... What am I doing? I'm using this as an excuse to not have to think about what Fox told me?

He gets up and looks at the coffee table where the bowl of cereal remains intact ... I'm hungry, but now that I got into it I have to finish. "Passing through the lobby Rick was there, reading his newspaper as if nothing had happened, Blake could not help but laugh to himself, Rick is a good man.

Blake put the box in the passenger seat and drove to the center, arriving there soon saw a poorly dressed man standing right in the middle of the square, he looked nervous.

Blake stopped for a minute and watched the men, something was wrong when he was about to turn around the man saw the box he held in his left hand, his face lit up and a smile took over the worried man.

"Hi" nodded the man

"hello" Blake smiled trying to be friendly.

"This is a box of memories of my son," the man said as he reached out to catch her.

"I found it today in the morning" explained Blake as the man opened the box "thought it was important so I got your number and ..."

His explanation was interrupted when the man smiled before, now cried like a child, he picked up one of the toys and put next to the chest.

"Are you okay?" Blake put his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Yes ... but I'm not supposed to, they took my little boy, those monsters ... They took it from me"

"Who? Whom took his son and when? Have you informed the police?"

"Yes ... they could not help, said ... They said I deserved it, I was a junkie"

"They can not do this"

The man wiped his tears and gets bitter "Of course they can, they control Gotham"

But that's... that's not rigth

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