Hidden Truths

Chapter Eleven ~ Fading

Anyone else would think Alejandro was doing this out of pride but no, this was all because of that boiling sensation he got whenever he saw them. Whenever he was mad: so right now that feeling was a constant.

"Son, you can't just fire her because she didn't do the right thing once," his father shook his head, then dismissed the maiden. "Alejandro do you have something you need to tell me?"

The young boy shook his head, but on the inside he was heating up like a stove, "of course not. I'm going out again, maybe I can find that boy who I played with," he told his dad, but of course, the old wise Aztec man wasn't buying this.

"Come here boy, I'm gonna teach you a lesson, here, do you see?" he held up two grains of wheat, and Al nodded, "I'm going to set fire to one," he smiled, then chanted a bit so the fire would start.

The one on fire burned out.

"This is what anger does to you, it makes you feel so powerful, but then, afterwards, it makes you amount to nothing. Remember this. Now go find that boy," he chuckled, and Mexico complied, taking this new piece of knowledge with him

"But if I turn the fire off before I burn out," the boy was suddenly talking to himself, "I'll still be the same," he was now pacing in his new temporary room.

He heard a mouse, and twitched. He would have to practice being at least a little calm right? He caught it, and picked it up, it was rather cute, but then he swore it started talking.

"What's wrong with you? You're alone in a room picking a rodent up," then it laughed. The laugh wasn't coming from one voice though...it sounded like dozens of familiar voices. Long story short, the mouse didn't live to see another day.

He had to clear his mind. He went to the washroom and washed his face in cold water. He heard voices again, but this time it wasn't his conscience, it came from the vents.

"Oh God did that actually happen?" that voice was easy to identify.

"Yea...oh wow, that did happen didn't it? We should tell people," a female voice rang. "But then again..."

"They'd get very very mad. Like boom. I actually might get killed by Al too, so just wait of them to find out," Carlos suggested.

"That was a very bad way to end it though," the tone in her voice made it clear to Alejandro that Maria was smiling.

"I'm not the writer. But hey, it wasn't that bad was it?"

"I've seen worse, but not too many times, I almost never have time nowadays, but the one with Lai was so bad," she laughed.

Alejandro could only guess what they were talking about. He had a pretty good guess though.

"Could you even understand his," a pause, almost as if he was trying to find he right word, "comments?"

"Not a single one, but hey it was fun. I think he cried actually," she laughed, "but Carlos, leave now okay? I'm gonna change and no being suspicious, because honestly I want to scream. I mean you saw what happened when the—"

"Yea yea, but someone might be listening, so shh. And don't worry, I'll leave. Don't change into other pyjamas, even if we aren't working, I don't think I could prance around in this."

Alejandro was sure he knew what happened, but some parts were still unclear. He followed his hunch though.

"Adios," the sound of a door opening and another sound of it closing. Then a sigh.

"Gosh he made a mess," she was heard running water, then wiping the floor or something. "Dang, he took my hair tie, his hair isn't even that long," she tsked, and then you could hear faint changing sounds and the opening and closing of the door.