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Glossary☝️🤓
Oseaseyo: That would be me
Maje: Dumb or stupid
Luchador: fighter
On the streets of Soyapango, the sun was at its peak and the heat enveloped the passers-by, including Alexanderimage [https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/4/patreon-media/p/post/113328283/f7d9ca7dfc8b41998c6a78b1bec185f9/eyJ3Ijo4MjAsIndlYnAiOjB9/1.jpg?token-time=1732579200&token-hash=dQPDs1CEQkVGUGKu8pXVeW9-t-kRmw3-S9H2p1-Uh10%3D]
better known as La Santa Muerte. He was a gang member of La Mara Salvatrucha, an international gang that originated in El Salvador.
He prowled his territory as he did every day, adults and elders eyeing him with dread while some children gazed upon him with awe. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air from the direction of the shops. Intrigued, he headed towards the commotion, several people scattering from his path.
As he drew closer, the scent of iron grew stronger.
With every step he took, a fallen comrade appeared. He never lost his cool, even though he knew his territory was under attack.
For someone to attack Alexander's territory was unusual, the other gangs knew better than to mess with him, not even the authorities dared enter, it was clear that the individual who had crossed the boundaries of his territory was either very arrogant or... didn't belong in the city.
Alexander's heart rate suddenly increased, his body began to sweat, his arms trembled, his pupils dilated, and he felt a storm of nails raging in his belly, all these sensations and reactions were caused by the adrenaline he released when he sensed that a confrontation was approaching.
When he arrived, what he saw were destroyed tents, wounded people everywhere and a couple of individuals who appeared to be foreigners, one of them was wearing a white suit and was standing in front of a little girl who was protecting her fainting mother.image [https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/4/patreon-media/p/post/113328283/a042f03777cf49649f45ca7743bd2e9e/eyJ3Ijo4MjAsIndlYnAiOjB9/1.jpg?token-time=1732579200&token-hash=uCnAh4D2F7UntwzC2gURNFtJu7qjcq2eH13tJlHXjss%3D]
-Don't you dare touch my mother again, you cabrones! -shouted the girl as she held a stake in her hands.
-Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's the spirit, brat," scoffed W. Suit, "amuse me some more.
-We should focus on the objective, stop dawdling, we already wasted time dealing with the gangsters before," said the woman wearing a black Hanfu.image [https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/4/patreon-media/p/post/113328283/fcd77089b9f148cc8e9816f0e9dc4214/eyJ3Ijo4MjAsIndlYnAiOjB9/1.jpg?token-time=1732579200&token-hash=fEzGtldle9TKdYj9eE7VHcWWfOJwp6cqmn5bxvypPYM%3D]
-If there's one thing we have plenty of, it's time," replied the W. Suit
The girl ran towards the W. Suit and tried to stab him with the stake, but this attempt was useless, as there was a gulf of difference between them.
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She grabbed the brat by the hair to throw her to the floor and then kicked her with all her strength, this caused the little body to go flying and crash against the wall, her left arm had broken and her head had split open, a stream of blood ran down the girl's face, that body no longer had the strength to stand up.
-Really pathetic JA! -mocked the W. Suit.
-That was pretty good for a brat," Alexander objected with a proud look on his face, "I'd like to face her when she's older.
-And who are you? -asked the White Suit with a sadistic and mocking expression.
-I am the owner of everything you see, this is the territory of "La Santa Muerte" oseaseyo," answered Alexander as he formed a bird with his hands.
-Ju,Ju,Ju! So you are "La Santa Muerte" you look troubled, I understand your governor perfectly," said the W. Suit.
-I should have guessed that that maje would do something like this," Alexander thought aloud.
-Yes, he needs you out of the area and we need a fighter," said the W. Suit.
-¿Luchador? -asked Alexander in confusion.
-You'll figure it out, now enough chitchat, show me why they gave you that ridiculous nickname," replied the W. Suit.
-Stay out of it," said the W. Suit to the girl in the black Hanfu.
In the blink of an eye the W. Suit approached Alexander to hit his temple, that blow sent the gang member flying, he crashed into the wall and fell unconscious next to the little girl.
Alexander always loved to fight, it made him feel free, so he decided to join the MS-13 (Mara Salvatrucha) he thought he would have the opportunity to fight all the time.
He'd survived the gauntlet. 13 seconds of brutal punishment from every male member, a rite of passage that had marked him forever. It was a pain he would never forget, but it was a pain that had earned him his place among them.
He started with simple jobs such as selling drugs and extortion. Whenever he could he fought with members of other gangs, he had a lot of fun, he was really enjoying life. And one night when he was only 14 years old he experienced what it was like to take the life of another human being, of course he was already used to committing actions that society considered evil or morally wrong, but this was on another level.
Fighting was like a sport to him, a sport in which he could slam his ram's horns into others and then go on his way. He was never capable of killing anyone, he didn't think there was any point, after all he just wanted to enjoy life, not take it from others.
Midst a turf war, Alexander bumped into a bloke from the rival gang. He was a right wild animal, looked like he couldn’t be tamed. Little Mara didn’t hesitate and challenged him. In seconds, the beast knocked him out cold and started pounding on his unconscious body, full of murderous rage. Each blow was like a drumbeat, relentless and brutal.
¡Tum! ¡Tum! ¡¡¡TUM!!!
Suddenly, the lad was stark naked, floating in some kind of limbo. He twigged right away that he wasn't in the physical plane anymore. In the distance, he spotted a woman with hair as black as coal and eyes the colour of emeralds. She was wearing a crimson gown. image [https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/4/patreon-media/p/post/113328283/ce1071e3d1a54d8a948b3861439fd45f/eyJ3Ijo4MjAsIndlYnAiOjB9/1.jpg?token-time=1732579200&token-hash=sWLkFV7LHeh4ROfHF-gMfMR-5Wuq9jtJC4JKJA_jNNc%3D]Finally, when she was right in front of him, she grabbed his head and gave him a kiss on the forehead..
He immediately awoke and tried to gouge out one of the beast's eyes. The beast noticed that the boy it had effortlessly knocked down had changed. His eyes were now crimson, and a bloodlust surrounded his body.
Alexander lunged at the beast and bit off its nose. The ensuing exchange of blows was so incredible that the other gang members stopped fighting to stand and watch, as if hypnotized or perhaps ¿too frightened to move?
They traded brutal blows, their bodies a bloody mess on the ground. Alexander dodged a strike and launched himself onto the beast, sinking his teeth into its flesh, ripping off chunks of skin.
The pain was a crushing weight on the beast, extinguishing its will to fight. For the first time in his life, he felt like a pigeon being chased by a hawk.
The young fighter gouged out his eyes, slowly and painfully, and then ate them. That day, he earned the nickname "La Santa Muerte."
Back to the battle with the foreigners.
Alexander woke up, now with crimson eyes, something that hadn't happened since the fight with the beast, the T. Blanco knew he had to get serious, he took off his suit and shoes.
They clashed in a violent collision, creating a shockwave of dark energy that could be felt for miles around, engulfing the gang member's neighborhood.
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The next thing Alexander saw was the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. The entire room was painted yellow, and the equipment looked highly advanced. He was disoriented, his mind racing with questions.
¿Where were the foreigners?
¿What had happened to his surroundings and his companions?
¿HAD HE LOST?
-Forget it. I'll handle this, like always," he muttered, hopping out of bed and heading toward the door.