Real Novel Chapter Fourteen
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Heavy steps sounded in the empty corridor outside the room, where Runi and Carlo lived at the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital as bed patients. Both Runi and Carlo were deep in their dreams, and neither of them could heard the heavy footfall echoing in the corridor. The door slowly opened with a slight creaking sound.
Runi is dreaming, 'what a nice summer day it is, the sun gazes in the sky and a smooth wind blows through his hair,' he feels extremely happy.
Then there's a noise, only just slightly noticeable but it still arouses his suspicious mind. All his nerves goes into overstretched mode, preparing for the danger he is gonna meet....
Carlo is also dreaming, not asleep but in some kind of blur; the steps that advance into the room awake his senses. Something begins to work in his brain, ... steps, heavy steps. It sounds almost as somebody I knew someday along time ago, or maybe it wasn't so long ago. .. it couldn't be...
In the same second as a tall and slime figure reches the end of his bed, Carlo sit up in the bed and shout:
-Antonio! I knew you would come you bastard! Are you trying to scare me to death?, Carlo asked in a sudden moment of clearness in his mind. -I didn't mean to scare you Carlo, but I believed you were sleeping, and therefore I just thought of leaving the envelope with your money on the table beside your bed.
In that second the overstretched and nervous Runi reacted on the word "money" and made a sudden attack towards the envelope in Antonios hand, but Antonio saw him coming long before Runi actually jumped, and punched his fist with a sudden blow deep into Runis stomach, who thereafter fell groaning in a heap in his bed.
While Antonio watched at the two sad figures lying in their beds, he returned to the events that had preceeded his arrival at the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital.
It was a really bad moment when I was stuck in Mexico City with that stupid old monk and his dog. It really did go on my nerves when he just did go on calling me boy and stop my attempts to leave the place by loosening his grip of that damned killerdog. Then Antonio couldn't be without smiling for himself. The old man hadn't thinked of everything, he was armed with his angry dog and his rudness, but he wasn't prepared at the fact that he wasn't the only one that has the ability of playing the role of the bad guy. Antonio remembered clearly how he had lured the monk to leave the Starbucks for a "nice little walk" with him. It was so easy to broke the neck of the stupid dog when he tied it to the lightpole, and that was for such a simple reason as Ignacio had to do his needs against a wall. After I killed the dog it was like a childs play to simply kick the monk in the back of his head...
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