The wind walked slowly, the morning sun had just began to rise in its light red glory, as a little boy made his way across the community of houses. Birds in the treetops sang to each other a warming tune to every living things ears, as the boy’s boots stepped on the dirt path to the school house. Crocodile skin on the boy’s boots, with a dirty pair of jean short. He marched his little way to the school house as a hooded man played his vihuela in front of a worn out house.
His black robe engulfed his whole body, not even an inch of skin was shown. The boy and the man shared only but a quick glance before looking to away from one another. The little man walked upwards, for that little school house was just up this hill.
Wooden, unprofessionally made houses surrounded him as he walked. Little kids played in their chanclas as their parents watched from their little homes. Though the mothers called for their kids to come inside from near where the boy was walking.
After minutes had gone by, the small boy finally made it to the school house. In the entrance stood a man, he was shaped as if a scrawny tree branch somehow gained the ability live and see. The look on his face sent shivers to boy's body, like he could see deep into the content of his soul from just his stare. “My name is officer chike. Why, I don’t think I’ve seen you in these parts,” Officer Chike’s pale skin glistened as the sun climbed higher in the sky. “Did your parents just move here?”
“Yessir...they tolds me that I have to go to school starting today” A sweat rolled down the boy’s forehead ever so slowly.
“Walking alone over here? Such a risky thing to do for a little boy like yourself,” Officer Chike’s look never changed. “Well come right in then, don’t want the heat to get to ya.”
The little boy’s straw hat scraped the wall as he walked in the school house. Inside stood a row of chairs filled with small giggly children, while a lady stood in front of it all, giving the same aura as the pedals of a luscious rose. Her black smoothly curled hair fell to her body so perfectly that you’d be shocked she lived in such town. “Who might you be little one?”
“I’m...Bonbon," the little man’s chest felt as hot as the lava resting under a great volcano.
“Well, what a grande name little one. You can go find a seat over there, you just made it just in time for class,” said the teacher pointing to the rows of seats.
The boy walked all the way down the rows of seats until he hit the back of the class. He grabbed a seat in the right corner of the room. Sweat rolled down his forehead, he knew it was time for the man in the hood he saw earlier to take action. “My name is Ms. Telaranas. Good morning class!” Ms. Telaranas's voice illuminated the room with such ease. Her voice so playful, it was as if she had been ten years old all her life. “Good morning!” yelled the students.
The sound of the hooded man’s botas clanging against the rocks filled the little boy’s ears, even though he was so far away. “By the looks of it class, we have a new student! Said Ms. Telaranas. “The world is filled with meanies my dear students, but in here hate has no substance.” Ms. Telaranas's smile was as pure, and raw, as a child's cry. “So we’re gonna sit here silently, and let little Bonbon come up here and let us know a little about himself ok?”
The bright young lady motioned the littled rugged looking boy to come up in front of the class.
The small man was hesitant, but he knew it would be too suspicious if he were to deny. The bang against the wooden floor his boots made as he walked to the front of the class were in the same rhythm as the hooded man’s footsteps, on his way up the hill.
The kids looked with curiosity as he walked from row to row. Finally, he found his way to the front of the class. The sea of children looked at the boy intently, and quietly, just as Ms. Telaranas had asked.
“My name is Bonbon,” The man felt tickling in the pits of his stomach. “I’ve never been to this little town of yours, but I’ve been walking all my life, I was bound to find my way to this little place eventually.” The officer stood in the doorway listening with the same intent as the children.
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'Show time' the young man thought. He knew there was no going back now. “A home, I’ve never had. Money, I’ve acquired." The boy glanced at Ms. Telaranas. "I think my family bloodline has been cursed, la Muerte always seems to follow me wherever I go.” Ms. Telaranas had sat down in her desk on the upper left corner of the small school house. The officer had a firm grip on his gun, who laid dormant on his hip. As the hooded man could be seen just outside the little room.
“I spent the whole day and night thinking if I should or shouldn’t go boys and girls...and Ms. Teacher. This decision had kept me up all night, should I do it...or should I not.”
The hooded man was at the entrance, and the officer who was now talking to him, stopped him from entering. The sweats, and the bumping of his heart had finally stopped, the chills finally left the boy’s body. “In my misfortune, i decided to come, and confront the dragon of salva puebla,” said the boy, turning to Ms. Telaranas. “My name is actually Enano, and I'm no child Ms.” said the little man.
Officer Chike's lip dropped, he turned to Enano, eyes widened. Without a second thought Chike snapped his gun out. In his ugly fate, before he could pull the trigger, the hooded man had his very own gun pointed at the red hairs of the officer.
Ms. telaranas pulled a small, purple gun as soon as she heard the name, 'Enano.' But before that man with a straw hat could pull out the fire of his own, she crushed the trigger as hard as she could. The explosion of the gun catapulted a small, sharp bullet straight to Enano. The bullet missed his head by only a second, only snatching his hat as he threw himself against the floor. His turquoise skin scraping against the wood, and the little horns on his head now exposed, it became a little chilly all of a sudden.
“The notorious hitman, Enano, you’ve got a couple millions on your neck boa,” said officer Chike as he was dropping to his knees on the hooded man’s command.
Ms. Telaranas could see the tears on the children's cheeks, frozen with fear and shock, but tears penetrated through their eyes. “Please. why here! There are children here.”
Enano got up from the floor with a revolver in his hand “You government hitmen are causing our organization problems,” said Enano. “Nevertheless Rose, It would be an honor to put such a decorated sniper under this very gun of mine.”
The officer had dropped his gun, and his knees now bled against the rocks, as the hooded man had his gun on officer Chike's temple. “Is this all Hams Chike had to offer? Pathetic”
The man pulled his hood back, exposing his wine colored skin. A set of two girthy horns sprouted from either side of his forehead, and extended and curved all the way to the top of his head. “You government hitmen are causing too many important lives to our weapons trafficking organization. Now you come frente a frente with sicarios from the fire.”
Just when The man finished talking, telaranas fired a shot to the ceiling, making both criminals flinch. Hams used that small window of opportunity, and slammed his elbow right in the lower stomach of his kidnapper, using that force to get back on his feet. “Rick San Mota, I’d be damned,” whispered Officer Chike. “The Demon of the Banda Guerra organization, you got a hefty price on your head too Kid.”
Just as the demon realized what had happened, he moved to shoot the lanky cop, but a foot snapped up Rick’s jaw as swift as an eagle diving for a bunny. The cop’s sharp boot stabbed Rick like a spear. Blood trickled down his upper front part of his neck, as he hackled and coughed uncontrollably. His feet now shaking from the weight of his entire body, they could not support him any longer, and Rick was forced to fall to this knees. Hams picked his gun up from the dirt, the demon now had fallen to his hands and knees, as hams pointed the barrel to his right eye.
The freckled man's finger trembled on the trigger, he couldn't wait to pull that lever. But as soon as he would, a deep red spot formed on officer Chike’s chest ever so slowly. A hole carved out in the middle of his body. He turned around to find little Enano's gun pointed right at him with smoke floating out of the barrel. It was like the sound of the bullet blast was never heard, like the bullet was fired in another dimension into this one.
The red haired man could feel his body becoming weaker with every passing second. A thud echoed through the land, and the officer fell like a bag of flour. When Enano turned around, Ms. Telaranas was gone, it was as if she had vanished in thin air. Minutes of silence fell upon that little building, until Enano finally accepted what had just transpired. “You kids have a nice day,” he said as he walked out of the school house. “You good Mota? Rose got away again.”
The horrid coughs from Rick had finally subsided. He took a few deep breaths as his knees sat against the dirt. "That hoe couldn't have gone far. She might be a killer in the shadows, but a sniper's shot is useless in broad daylight. The organization's soldiers have already camped in the forest around this town." Rick stood up, "At least we got Hams, he's been Rose's partner since the organization noticed the nation’s government hitwoman ‘Rose’ as a threat."
The children had been running out the school house as quietly as they could to draw the least bit attention to themselves as possible. They've been running down the hill in search of their homes.
“I feel bad, the children just lost their only teacher in this town,” said Enano. “Let’s get out of here, this town’s gonna get hot in a couple of days.”
Hot it did get, as the body of Rose Maria telaranas was found in a small, pink house in the hills right outside the town. A blood stain in the middle of her stomach. Her body sitting in a rocking chair, not a centimeter was moved. Knitting needles laid in her fingers, while a small shirt saying 'Momma's soldier' still hung from the needles.