The snow covers all the land, a winter like any other. 10 years have passed since the mad man's death and despite all things that have passes to the boy, he doesn't forget any detail from that glory night.
The opposite of what people think about estrange and explosive behavior of murderers, he was different, a complete gentleman. Thanks to the education that his career gave him, he became a man, with good manners and education (in the measure she could gave him), and really handsome. Brown eyed, brown and straight hair, strong, perfect smile and a deep look. He used to have a good job in a law firm located in the center. Also, he used to go to the church every Sunday where he smiled to everybody. He was the perfect man.
Now, as it's typically, he walks to work. He denies using the "modern" means of transport, he loves looking around him, admire the sky and feel the snow on his skin, to inspect all the environments to know how to use it in his favor.
That day specially, somebody called him to defend a teen. Some years less than him, charged with homicide, no more details.
He arrived to the office, his mate welcomed him; a 24 year-old-girl, tall, with black hair and green eyes.
-Good morning- He said
-Good morning Sir. - Said the girl immediately- Have they given you more details about your client already?
-Homicide, a teen, crime committed two days ago. Just that
-Did they tell you that is a teen?
- Was there a mistake? - Asked rapidly with a mental pleasure; he was fascinated with replying a question with another question in a defiant tone of voice. It was his style, the only thing that he could show of himself in public.
- We can say that the word "Teen" is a little bit advanced to his age rank.
-How old is he?
- He's just a child.
- Age? - He insisted
-10 years old
A big silence arrived to the office. The lawyer couldn't believe what he just listened. His blood turned cold and his breath cut off; not because of fear or the terrible idea that somebody in a sweet age could be able to commit this atrocity. It was because of something that none of his colleagues would imagine: After some years, he still could remember with details and full color what had happened in the dark forest. Yes, maybe the boy was just some years older than him in that time but he couldn't stop surprising himself. In his professional career, he had never received a child before; normally they were killed in vendettas or locked up. This should be a special case. But he didn't know why yet.
-I need details about this case and I need to see them immediately
- If want... they will be on your desk in 5 minutes- Said the girl while she went to look for the requested.
With a cold gazed, like if he was about to see a typical criminal, the intrigued sir arrived to the room where they had the child: a small and dark room. That in winter like this, it's used more or less as a shelter to the terrible cold.
When he came in, he found face to face the little murderer. A little man, no more than 1.60 meters tall. With a sick thinness, short black and messy hair. He was wearing a baggy, dirty and ripped shirt, and broken and muddy trousers.
Their eyes met each other. The child eyes expressed hunger, fear and anger. A lot of feelings mixed, more than what the man can describe.
-Who are you? - Asked the child with his tiny voice that betrayed his confusion.
-Hi, I'm her just to be your friend and that's why I want to know your name.
-My name is not important. I know why you're here. I know that you don't care being my friend and of course I know that you think the same as everybody- Said controlling his breath to avoid crying.
- Yes? Well, if you think so... But, what you're saying is really important. What they think about you?
-That I killed them.
- Whom?
- My parents- He said in a whisper while a tear was going through his face's bones
- Ok "My name is not important"... I've always have the belief that it's not important what people think about you, just the truth. So, tell me. Is it true? Did you kill your parents?
There was a cold running through the lawyer's back bone when, after a torturer silence, the boy answered
-Look, "sometimes the demon tricks with the truth. And give us the destruction covered with gifts that seems innocents". So, to make it clear today, I'm the gift and my name is Trelos. Although my surname is not important and the word "Truth" just exists in a subjective way. Therefore, I'm not lying you saying that I was the person who snatched those souls' last breath.
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Author's Note: Hello my dear readers. Yes, you should pay attention to the characters that will appear in the next chapters, they might (or may not) be vital to the story. What did you think cap. 3? I know there was no gore, but, it's like life, you can not always live happy days because you would lose the effect and sense of happiness. I am writing to you the next Saturday. Good week, fabulous night and happy nightmares.
-TheAgentOfMistery
-TheProudGodess
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Stories of the last breath: A series of stories of murders and their misdeeds
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