Stories of the last breath: A series of stories of murders and their misdeeds

December 25, 1825: Trelos

11 days had happened since he met him and he feels more surprised day by day. He wasn't an ordinary boy; He could describe him like special. Although he didn't know what that word exactly means: The fact that despite his malnutrition, he's still alive or maybe that as a little boy, he knew how to accept his responsibility... and not just that. The boy was an inveterate reader. The quote that he said in the first meeting was from one of his favorites books: "Macbeth" from William Shakespeare.

He didn't know how he had come to that resolution, but he decided that he would do the impossible to avoid making the boy pay for his action's fault. He wasn't doing this just for work. Neither because of what his protector did for him. There was another reason... but he still doesn't know to explain it.

It was 5 o'clock in the morning; he had been awake all night studying the case. The resolution of the judgment would be really simple but there was a detail: who were his parents. The mother used to belong to a lower class, she was 25 years old approximately, pale skin, black eyes and golden hair; that lady, alone, wasn't a problem. However, the father was the opposite. He was a rich man, 30 years old, skin color like his wife, green eyes and black hair. He was one of the best judges of the place and gave his position to the man who is defending his son, his killer, the one who didn't know that he was his father until he killed him.

According to the boy, things happened in this way:

"That day, in the morning, I was looking for something to eat... It has always been the same. While mom was trying to earn some coins in the street, I was trying to find a piece of bread or a fruit. At midday, I had the luck to meet Mrs. Gennaiodoria; the administrator of the library where I get books, who gave me some fruits in a good state inside a cute basket, it was beautiful. She said that it was a Christmas present, so I accepted the gift happily, like a dog when it's stroked.

I ran to see my mom. In the way, I saw an amazing and almost in a good state mirror being thrown away. I got closer and watching that nobody notices me, I took it and I ran faster. I just was thinking the amount of money I would earn with the mirror after repairing it. And of course, I was thinking about the food that my mom and I would eat those days. I arrived to the place where my mom must be, I didn't find her. Soon, I heard noises, like whispers, coming behind the fabrics.

I saw my mom talking with a well- dressed man. I heard that they were talking about someone... It was me. The man started shouting at her but my mom didn't react, just kept her head down. How dare that man talk to my mother in that way? I inhaled and walked where they were, took the things down and I started to talk to the sir.

-Hey! Who do you think you are to talk to my mom like this? – I shouted without fear

-Trelos, son, calm down- Said my mom walking in my direction- He wasn't doing me anything bad. We were just talking.

-You both were talking about me; I don't consider myself like a good topic to talk.

-This little boy is so rebellious. It seems that animals reared him. Although, you're not far from being one- Exclaimed the man to my mother.

-How dare you? A man from your class doesn't know how to treat a girl? I'm sorry for contradict you but the only animal here, is you.

-Well, if like or not, the animal that you're watching just right here, is your father- Yelled at me while he threw me to the mirror, making my face bleed.

I couldn't believe what I heard. Yes, obviously I knew that I had a father but I didn't know who was. And honestly I didn't expect that would be an idiot and rude who lived with luxury and dressed hypocritically.

He moved closer to my mom who was trying to defend me. When I saw that he rose his hand closed the fist, I moved away her and I received the hit. Now, my head was bleeding.

I took quickly a broken piece of mirror and used it like a weapon. I leaped on the man and I could hurt him. He was just giving incoherent punches; I dodge them and moved my improvised knife through the air. But in one of those movements, I couldn't see that I hurt my mom because of the blood near my eyes. I hurt her on the chest! The blood didn't stop running through her body! She didn't apart her eyes from me! How much time could have passed? Just a few seconds passed! Why I felt that they were hours? She just tried to protect me and I... In that moment, I felt something; it was like fire in my blood. I shouted and letting out a shriek, I leaped on the horrible man I had in front of me. I closed my eyes when I saw a stream of blood falling from his throat."

That's the end that was exactly what happened.

Now, it doesn't care what happened or not... the only thing that cares is defend the boy. Even if he is guilty or not. Something weird was attacking the lawyer's mind. That mysterious "something" didn't let him concentrate. He had an idea in his head. Was it because of his past?

The only family he could know was his mother, father and his carer. But now, he's alone but never put in his mind that word; he always thought it was subjective and absurd. Now, he could see his lonesomeness. And in a moment , he considered the boy as his family, like his image in a mirror, like his...

Despite everything, he knew that he should save the boy... No matter who would pass over or who would die.

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Author's note: Yes, even the most dangerous and indifferent people feel. Dear readers, I hope you have had a good week. What do you think about this chapter? And what do you think about this new facet of our dear killer? You already know: share, vote, be happy. I'll write you next week. Happy week and sweet nightmares! 

–TheAgentOfMistery

-TheProudGodess