Wishes and Cold Blood

By Atemi Kayaky

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Atemi Kayaky
• Release date: Jul 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201717933

Book preview

Woman of enigmas and greatness,

An ebony

woman , a woman of dark night nights, a

woman bright as a firefly, a

woman with a broad forehead, outstretched hands,

long and delicate fingers.

Slave woman through history,

but I book out of conviction, a

brave soul woman and deep thoughts

that sing to freedom.

For you feline woman

it is my song,

my wheat and my walk,

my rose and my attic,

my love and my generosity.

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COLD BLOOD

With the pupils at a fixed point, the reddened orbits from the flow of blood fluids mixed with the endorphins that circulated through my brain made things easier without hesitation, even so, it took me a few seconds to control my breathing, which was agitated in no rhythm. he could stop his inordinate movement.

My hands slowly began to stop shaking, it was resolved, in my mind and in all my emotions, after all I had worked on it for months and the answer was given, there was no reason why I needed to abort now, it was too late He had thought it over meticulously for too long. And I had planned through deductive logic all the real and unreal possibilities that my mind could forge, so according to the plan I waited patiently for him to open the door, at that moment I would shoot him, it was undeniable that he would die. He had coldly planned how far his body would fall from the speed and trajectory of the bullet, he had notched the door to measure the exact point of impact of the bullet, only one era would be needed. I had calculated the speed and force of the shot with such precision that each part of my plan had been meticulously written down in a small notebook that I carried in my shirt pocket, which would later be incinerated like the weapon.

He was prepared for everything, even in case he didn't die with the first shot. This plan was foolproof. So the time came, My twin brother arrived as was his custom late at two in the morning after taking off on a spree with his friends, staggering and unable to find the key in the bags of his pants, he stopped at the door to support himself and not fall due to its alcoholic state, with cloudy senses he took the keys from inside the left pocket of his pants and inserted the key in the lock, two and a half turns, then dizziness when he got up again and entered the interior of the room where I was already in a position to shoot him, without any remorse of conscience I shot him at point-blank range, his body fell just where I had indicated it would fall, the weight of his 78 kilograms collapsed to the right, throwing the lamp and the coat rack They were next to the entrance switch that illuminated the entrance.

Coldly I descended slowly, enjoying my triumph step by step, until I reached the corpse of my hated brother Tomas Alex Foyerbek. With the toe of my shoe I tapped the right man twice. He was dead, that was undoubtedly true, the plastics that he had put on the floor prevented the gush of blood that came out of his dejected and lifeless heart, without further ado I proceeded to wrap it with the adhesive plastic until it was completely rolled from head to toe. after turning them in the plastic about two or three times the others were not so complicated.

With him already wrapped and the controlled blood leakage, I took him to the basement of the house, with the help of a small sled that he invented to be able to lower him. There are already had several things prepared to disappear his nauseating body. Although the protagonist of Crime and Punishment had feared failing to be discovered, this would not be my case.

- Or not!

Since I had planned every detail and quarter of his disappearance, I had studied all the possible questions that both the police and their friends would ask me about my brother's disappearance and I had an answer for one or more of them, it would be easy to play with their minds fragile and simple. After all, I have to emphasize that we were identical twins, it would not be so difficult to play a split personality for a while and then fake a trip somewhere where no one knew about me, or rather him. And he kicked his lifeless body again.

Then they will say why so much hatred towards his brother? the truth is simple, as simple as Who would like to have a double of yourself? a being that is like one physically, but that is not you, who for years they blame you for their stupidities without being you. To which everyone punishes, starting with your parents and ending with the teachers and students of the school. A double that you do not want, that you do not want to have, that you did not ask to have, a double who is the best in the class, the one who steals your girlfriends, the one who keeps the chocolate packages, the one who takes your toys and break yours. A doppelganger who hates you for years and makes your life miserable. A double....

Damn you bastard, damn you!

Do I have to control myself, yes I must?

Take your body and throw it into a pit that I had previously prepared, taking my own measurements as a reference, since as I mentioned we were identical twins so we had the same body measurements. I threw it into the hole, then I poured some corrosive liquids on his face and legs, then covered it with dirt and finished the job with quick-drying concrete, which to age it and look identical to the other floor I covered it with the same Tile that I had carefully removed without breaking a single one, then the edges and the final finishes were easy, and when it dried I piled up dirt and moistened it so that it would take on that color from years of use.

After the incident, several weeks passed, me with my game, playing to be two people, with their friends, at school, where I pretended that I had gotten sick to impersonate their identity. No one had noticed, I put on his clothes, his shoes, his card to join the team, everything, now he had his life. I had studied each of his movements, his greetings, his nicknames, his hobbies, everything about him supplanted him, until little by little I began to disappear, to vanish, to be what I always was, a NON-EXISTING.

A year passed and no one remembered at the university that we were twins, I voluntarily gave myself under, arguing that I would go to work in Canada. As I was wearing my Nerd outfits no one noticed that I actually changed. So I finished college with my brother's body in the basement and me impersonating his identity.

Until that fatal day. After twelve years impersonating my brother and having a wealthy position in an innovative design software company, I made millions and millions of dollars, with a new house and renting my parents' inheritance house. The tenants called me on the phone. That they had found something unusual in the basement? When I heard that I was alarmed, so I decided to go immediately to the old shack of my birth. When I arrive, what would be my surprise that they were completely remodeling the basement, they had changed the floor, and they had filled it with another type of material. Then... then my MADNESS started.

They argued to me that the strange thing they found is that all the wood in the basement was rotten, so they had to replace them and change them for new ones. To which I ... shrewdly and nervously argue that:

How many meters deep had they dug? And that guy answered me! How about 15 or 20 meters?

- What? I asked in amazement.

-Yes, like 15 or 20 meters.

- And they didn't find anything else?

-Not. Nothing.

So I started investigating. Wasn't it possible for my brother's body to completely disappear? Always... there are always traces of hair or something! But no, there was nothing, in the same way the neighbors and all the people I asked if they knew my brother told me it was me. I could not believe it, so it was so much investigating that I came to doubt myself if I had really had a twin brother? so the next question was:

Who the hell did I kill?

What led me to look for in the civil registry, in the hospital where my mother gave birth, with my aunts, friends and neighbors ...

But? But?

They all agreed ... I had been an only child. Unique, unique, No ... that was not possible if until I was 21 years old, I had a twin brother ...

- Or not!

So after neglecting my job, spending my savings on research, buying information, and going bankrupt. I knew the truth. I was 51 years old sitting on the bench in the park where we used to play baseball on Sunday afternoons, my mother Estela sat in the stands, while my father Richard, my brother Tomas and I Adam played. Yes, it was true I had had a twin brother. But then who took her body? Where is your body? I was in those deep thoughts when a guy came up to me, sat next to me and patted my knee.

- For God's sake, stop tormenting yourself like this! After all, you and I know that that was the best.

- Who are you?

- Wow, buddy! That you don't recognize your own brothers. Don't you remember the pact we made? After all we were twin brothers. You would supplant my identity while I enjoyed my freedom.

- Tomas is you! So why don't I recognize you.

- Come on Adam! Where do you think the money that you have sent me for years has gone?

-I had some surgeries, and once I told you that after all, we were different and in the end we were.

-So... I didn't kill you?

-Of course not idiot ... Just, we help each other ... that's how things are for brothers.

- Or not!

-Yes I think you are right.

Without telling me more, he placed a stamp on my left hand, he smiled at me and then I could see his eyes, those eyes that reminded me so much of myself.

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DESERT TOWN

Here we are the pilgrims,

Who we always are,

The ones we have always been.

Those who will make the earth under the sunlight.

Here we are the peasants,

The peasants,

Those that always smell of compost and fresh earth,

Those who milk the cows with clean hands,

Those who grind corn and tame beasts.

Here we are the ones who have gone,

Crossing the border, swimming through the river.

Here we are,

Those who die of hunger,

Those who suffer from cold.

Those who know that they are today and tomorrow will be nothing.

Here we are those who weary wander

Walking the furrows in the earth,

And they try to save what little harvest they have left.

Here we were born

Those who one by one see their offspring die.

Here we are