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"In my opinion, nothing more holy in the world that the human brain's inability to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas and endless but it was designed that we should get very far. So far, the sciences, each oriented in their direction, they have caused little damage, but one day spread knowledge reconstruction we will be released as terrible views of reality, and the terrifying our place in it that we can only go crazy because of this revelation, or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age "- HP Lovecraft
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Epilogue II
Year 2030. The latest model of BMW 9 series slid with air turbines silent along the new avenue to the Eden Park. There, a divorced man, whose name is irrelevant, would enjoy a nice Sunday of judicial allocation of visits with her beloved son.
The road was too long for both, despite the efforts of the father's youth tune in a station almost unknown please his rod, which was a visible fan of the "Scorpion Fat Boys", a unfortunate group of teenagers who were dressed in suits with stinger. They left her belly grow to a volume more than considerable, and its slogan: "My fat is your poison," the beat frequency tem which remained so popular since '25 and produced a feeling of vertigo in the stomach, while the ears seemed not to notice anything.
parked next to the immense pergola covering the entire area for lunch in the park, the once modest picnic Marsh Elche. After lowering the car displayed a pristine picnic blanket for a perfect father-son meeting scheduled. The fat child was rushed to unpack the many provisions to the astonishment of his father, " these guys with their fashions ... " the man thought. He knew that when I finish the meal, and after rigorous obesity pill would show his son, proud, sublime orchard which was the area known as Square D. Pablo Brotons.
licked at the thought of the time your child will narrate the story of the heroic council, which had conditioned the land now treading so they could be enjoyed by the "landers" [13] , and also and more importantly, had saved the city of angry attack a disastrous balance back in 2010. Yes, Heroes Elche were of good wood.
would visit the garden soon had its credit numerous plant species grown immeasurably thanks to a special fertilizer developed "ad hoc" by scientists. " This achievement was a major sacrifice for the generous people of Elche, but it was worth " . These words are engraved in memory of the proud middle-aged and had planned to repeat them verbatim in his speech after his beloved buck.
Through the endless fields of fruits villages here and there by numerous poppies [14] , they would come to the undisputed center of the complex, the monument to P . Brotons, on whose pedestal plate read:
Year MMXI, the city of Elche in gratitude to the illustrious Councilman Don Pablo Borja Montalbo Brotons and Aznar, for his services to society Elche, whose fruit now stands majestically in this previously untapped location. Also, that this statue will remind no politician, but man, the citizen, the hero who died to save the ideal of a good city, a city without poverty, a strong city, in short: a clean city. "
End
[13] Name characters were the lucky ones that remained rich after be earlier. And also lucky enough to continue living in harmony in a city much more prosperous as a result of the elimination of these agents transgressors of happiness, as was the useless people who populated the Ring.
[14] Legend has it that the poppies grow normally in the cemeteries.
Epilogue I
Brotons had died before falling to Ephrem. Numerous holes filled with lead testified it. Now, his tormented existence was extinguished giving way to a more than likely break in the peaceful and quiet place where souls like his life came after: the fires of hell, and they will never be extinguished.
Meanwhile, Efren where do you think ended up? For now, his death had been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize (if there was anyone alive to photograph the moment the flag, including mast would filter easily through your mouth, leaving just as quickly by saving it the composing and a beautiful snapshot).
choice is left to the reader if you went to heaven or hell. It all depends on if you believe that heaven can accept into their ranks an angel something unbalanced or not.
"Man is a wolf to man."
Montesquieu
XXIX
“hic iacet lepus” [12]
was only one person I expected the unexpected visit with absolute confidence. The only person who probably was at the height of mental disorder necropolitics.
P. Brotons knew the only hobble to confront the threat that he himself had created. Of no use brute force and therefore had ordered the police to stay out of contention for many desperate calls you receive.
As the old villains from the comics, Brotons, had trained your mind to get optimum results with minimum effort, even if he had to sacrifice the lives of some citizens.
saw Efren appear in a van flanked by cafe tables, not so white, which in turn had joined a couple of corpses dripping. The bread crumb that had sown the road Brotons bore fruit. Ephrem was right where he wanted and welcomed himself to have hatched a plan so effective in only 30 minutes which was available after the news of the escape of deranged swamp.
With his powerful arms opened main balcony of the consistory. Inside the office, his assistant Dyango, except would witness the total destruction that had been his most important work as a professional psychologist.
Efren spotted on top of the fortress as a huge blaze incinerated twenty meters from the central balcony doors.
" Is it a dragon? "mused Efren while clung more tightly to Mary. I was anxious to discover how the devil would have taken on that occasion and, as expected, decided to shoot the stomachs of those who, stunned, surrounded the vehicle with disbelief.
His coach was elevated a few feet above the ground for warring angels who were his particular army. He kept shooting at the time the choir of cherubim he spiraled flying off. This time the melody was sung a unique "twist and shout" very appropriate for the occasion: "twist" to Ephraim, "shout" for the people.
said a voice suddenly filling the entire plaza de Baix. Efren stopped her dancing with a pair of explosions that dry on the office, on the second floor, were now at their height. Approached the vehicle to City Hall.
Leaving the sunlight, Brotons, raised his finger, pointing to Efren from above. Then said - Martinez will return to regurgitate worms - releasing a wide somewhat forced laugh.
The ragged figure who was driving the van of the City Council amended froze for a moment. One could guess that under the noses of a sudden pallor subject of genuine terror. Efren Martinez had returned to their school days with a simple phrase. The voice came to cry
- Martínez, remember who I am?
The demon crossed the threshold of the door. The nebula appeared shapeless and while the sky growled throwing glowing meteors. The earth trembled at the hideous sight of the devil in its original form. Monstrous tentacles packed with waving arms trying to hit the winged companion of the savior.
The many mouths that emerged again and again shouted fleshy block - Martinez will return to regurgitate worms - . Something is definitely stumbled into Ephrem. Several images came rushing to support so great affirmation ("Martinez?). Put aside these thoughts by giving them a blow with his elbow and focused on the evil beast, absolute focus of evil and filth. Mary struggled to shed the sticky liquid that ran through the rotten vital veins of his opponent. CLAC, CLAC!
Brotons Ephrem saw how blatant dared to challenge him, as he was loading his gun, ignoring the mental barrier that just launched. Dyango looked fleeting and mentally questioning him: "What the hell is happening? Why not come down? ".
terrified Dyango went on the balcony, opened mouth to explain, "this ... but ...." An unexpected burst of lead snatched the ability to speak, being extended to the feet of the council. Brotons knew that the next would be for him. With a rapid movement at all was a credit to their size, their guides took one of the three flags that adorned the balcony. Of course Spain. Kissing the badge is perched on the railing and prisoner of sadistic fury leapt clutching the mast to Ephrem.
The pain was expected to cause suffering and was too strong to ignore. The doors were open pleasure.
The viscous fear grew its huge, elongated horn from the depths of his heart, while increasing its volume. Ephrem was entrusted to God before the supreme moment of martyrdom, for he knew that he must die.
The sun was totally blocked by the bulky mass overflowing the balcony. The devil had jumped at him. Mary received a frantic succession of thunderous shock. Ephrem was prepared for the butt end and his own salvation.
"LET THE SUN SHINE,
LET THE SUN SHINE,
THE SUN SHINE IN ..."