Trelos was definitely a smart, curious and mysterious boy. The lawyer has taken him home with the excuse that he would have a decent place to sleep and be safe. The boy couldn't stop asking about anything, looking for things and once the lawyer explained him the basic laws of the state, he didn't stop talking about what he thought. In short, they started a friendship.
The judgment was scheduled for the next day and the weapons of the law's defender were completely sharped. Ready to defend the boy.
Trelos kept his head down when they talked about that. He insisted on the idea of preferring the death penalty than think all his life in his mom's face when she left. The house owner, tried to cheer him up, telling the boy what will happen but he knew how he was feeling and also he knew that those things can't be forgotten. Not with the parents... He talked the boy about a part of his life but omitting topic of his parents. Of course, he knew that he should admit it.
He is the bravest youth he has met... and that bravery was leaving when he used to think in his possible destiny. He wanted to die, but not because of justice. Despite the men's work nature, the job that inspires him, couldn't take his life away. Not for stupid things like traumas (He has already overcame them when he killed his second victim). It was because he felt identified with that little man. It would be like kill a little version of him.
That night, they couldn't sleep. Worry, fear, tension and desperation were in the cold air.
-Sir, how my execution will be?
Although in other circumstance and another person, he would love to review the timetable of torture before the death. He couldn't say the same in front of the boy.
The man decided to say just a simple phrase that everybody would believe... everybody but Trelos.
-I don't know. I've never been in an execution.
-I don't believe it- Replied quickly- Is it so bad?
-To tell you the truth, yes, it is. It's horrible. But, you don't have to be worry. I will defend you and I promise that nothing bad will happen.
Could he really claim it? Because he was his lawyer, a murderer, who had covered up all his crimes, would the child be exempt from a cruel end?
He wasn't sure, but, his job in that moment was to make the boy feel safe.
Two hours after the nightfall, he helped the child to sleep, and he succeeded. He lasted an hour more reading and after, decided that it was time to relax. He left his things on the table and walked slowly and silently downstairs.
It was a dark room, not so big, with spider's webs and that needed 5 candles or more to illuminate it. A perfect place for men's necessities.
He lit the candles quietly. In the room's center, there was a chair that he manufactured by himself. He took a seat and started to admire the thing around him: a small shelf with bottles, a table full of draws, a bookcase and a glass cabinet. Everything seemed normal but it was necessary to stare at them closer what they hid. Inside the bottles, there were 12 pairs of eyes, 5 livers, 4 hearts and 9 larynxes. Each thing with a label. Those draws were portraits of his victims, people that he took away their lives and organs. If it were not for their nature, they would have been part of a beautiful art collection somewhere really recognized.
In the notebooks were written plans and descriptions of the crimes that he committed. Inside the glass cabinet, there were personal things of the victims: 5 complete dentitions, 3 heads of hair, some bracelets, a pair of caps. But his favorite thing was a diary that he stole some years ago. That wonderful text, where he found his passion for death.
He remembered all he did and thought about his murders. After midnight, he stood up and walked next to his belongings, touching with a finger the dust.
With the same silence that he went downstairs, came back to the daily torment's world. He should sleep before the judgment and after his satisfying time alone, he was sure that it wouldn't care what will happen, nobody else will win the judgment. The boy will be safe and sound.
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Author's Note: Hello dear readers. Yes, let's just say that murder is like the hobby (though he takes it as "the work that excites him") of the good lawyer. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter that despite not having an extension as wide as usual, was made with much affection, just for you. Do not hesitate to leave your comment, do not be scared to share and lose the fear of pressing the little star for the cap. I'll write to you next week. Good luck and sweet nightmares.
-TheAgentOfMystery
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