Chapter
25
Edited by Higashi
WHAT
HAD BEEN INTENDED TO be a two-week stay became a month, then two
months, and then the brothers lost track of time, content to be in
each other’s company.
Julián
loved her niece too
much to go away, and the IKEA sofa wasn't as bad as he had thought.
Carlos, on the other hand, was glad to have someone to look after
Esperanza. He
didn't trust the day care centre, and his little brother didn't look
anymore like a manga ghoul or whatever he had been called at the
time.
On
the third month, Julián began to teach English at home, and Carlos
let go of the day care centre and let the uncle look after his
daughter when he was busy working. High season was back and young
tourists
had a penchant for attacking bulbs and sockets, driving Carlos up the
wall at the many repairs that awaited him every morning.
Despite
the increased stress of their new life together, the brothers didn’t
fight. Of course, they would quarrel over the food or about who
should pay the electricity bill, but it was nothing like before. In
fact, they had started to like each other.
Nevertheless,
Carlos thought that something did not fit into the equation. In
theory, Julián was Koiranos' boyfriend, with all the privileges that
entailed (like the money he didn't touch or the lawyers that would
address him with the utmost respect), but the elder
‘lovebird’ himself
never phoned or came visit,
and his brother didn't seem to be worried about it.
‘Bizarre’
was the perfect word
to describe his brother's love life.
“Do
you think she's old enough to travel?” Carlos asked Julián one
night just before Christmas.
“Who?”
“Esperanza,”
the older brother huffed. “She's nearly one year old, now. I guess
mum should see her for the holidays.”
“Do
you want to go back to Madrid?” Julián frowned for a second, but
his face immediately changed as
he addressed the baby sitting in front of him in her high chair.
“Come on, eat some more,” he pleaded as he played with the spoon
full of a dark green purée.
“She
hates it. Period. Don't waste your time with that shit,” Carlos
commented nonchalantly as his daughter efficiently dodged the spoon
moving towards her mouth.
“The
doctor said spinach is good for her,” Julián replied firmly and
took
advantage that the baby was distracted looking at her elders to stuff
a spoonful of purée inside her open mouth. “See?” he asked
triumphantly.
“Only
twenty more left, genius,” Carlos retorted. “Give her some real
food, like a piece of bread.”
“No!”
Julián said firmly. “Too many preservatives. She's doing fine with
the greens and the meat.”
“One
day she'll snatch a cookie from another guy at the park, and you'll
see where your fancy bio-diet will end,” Carlos petted her daughter
and resumed his dinner. “Anyway, this is better than what mum used
to cook.”
“Thanks.”
Julián
was able to put another spoon in.
“I
want that she sees Esperanza. She would also like
see you,” Carlos said.
“No
way!
I don't want to see her.”
“Can't
you relax just a bit? She did her best for you.”
“She
signed me off for a house. Not even two hours were needed to convince
her.”
“If
you're sour with your boyfriend, go and see him. Fix it, or get rid
of him. It's not as if you need him.”
But
I love him, and I don't want to be kicked out.
“Carlos,
mind your own businesses.”
“Of
course. How about next week? I'm free. You could come—you
haven't got any students right now.”
“I
don't want to go to Madrid. It's noisy and polluted.”
Carlos
snorted noisily. “Says the one who worked in a disco? Come on,
we'll see mum, maybe meet some friends, and then return.”
“No.”
At
least the hotel room is
good,'
thought Julián with melancholy. He had preferred to stay behind
and avoid the ordeal of a visit to his mother's new house in the city
outskirts. The adoption process was still an open wound for him, and
he didn't want to see her.
So
Carlos had taken his daughter to meet her grandmother in the small
town some thirty kilometres away from Madrid where Alicia now lived.
Julián
was content to stay in the modernly decorated hotel room and
perhaps—if he felt in a great mood—watch the gigantic Magi Parade
along the Paseo de la Castellana avenue. He had not seen it since he
was a child. He had loved to catch the candies that the Magi’s
pages threw from the big floats.
From
his fourth-floor window, the streets below looked to be full of
people and Christmas lights. Unable to cope with the overwhelming
sense of longing and sorrow that gripped his heart, Julián turned
the TV on. He didn't want to remember the past, and he didn't want to
think on all the things that would be lost in the future.
The
first images of the parade were on TV, and Julián cracked a weak
smile when he saw them. Everything was as he remembered. Children
yelling in the night while their mothers did their best to keep them
away from the large floats’ wheels. Innocent voices clamouring for
their favourite character, anxiously waiting for them to show up.
Tons of candy flying through the air and children wrestling to catch
at least one.
It
was too much for him.
The
sight of children always made him nervous as they made him think of
Esperanza. Would she become sick or could she be cured? Orion had
once hinted at the possibility of a remedy.
He
switched
channels. The news were a safe comfort; all the destruction men could
bring upon themselves was nothing compared to what he had been seeing
in his nightmares. He had begun to perceive patterns in the
conflicts; men's actions were like pieces of a big, logical jigsaw,
waiting for the time to fall into place somehow turning the chaos
into something understandable.
His
eyelids felt heavy, and he slept for a while, only to be woken up by
the blaring music of the prime time news programme. Through the
mental haze, Julián groggily heard the host speak about the crisis
in the Middle East and China's slowed-down economy.
Julián
yawned and quickly lost interest on what was being said. He didn’t
feel like staying in bed. He supposed he
could go out for a walk and get dinner. Morosely, he rose from the
bed and washed his face in the bathroom’s
sink.
Lazily,
he sat back on the crumpled bed and began to tie his shoelaces.
“Five
new confirmed
cases of a new variant of the Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease were reported
this morning in Iowa. Doctors and researchers are concerned by the
rapid progression of the symptoms that, in over 50% of the cases,
may lead to the patient's death in less than a month. The CDC in
Atlanta affirms that the cause has been identified and the outbreak
contained,” the news host read from the teleprompter with a plastic
smile.
Julián
watched in shock how a
medical expert talked
about the mad cow disease back in the nineteen-nineties and explained
at length the characteristics of prions. He went on to comment that
probably all cattle in the affected area would be stamped out.
Luckily, the cases had only been confined to a small area near
Keokuk, the man said. The expert concluded recommending people to
stick to vegetables and follow a well-balanced diet.
It
had started.
“It's
your fucking bread what's killing us!” shouted Julián to the TV.
An
unsettling chilling sensation ran through his body. He didn't know
where to run.
He
turned the TV off. Carlos and his friends were already lost. His
niece was all he cared about now.
He
needed to return to Orion;
he would know what to do. The man couldn't refuse him that, no matter
how strained their relationship was at the moment.
Julián
couldn't stand being in that tiny hotel room another minute. Fresh
air would do him good.
Putting
on his coat, he took the elevator down and bumped into Carlos, who
was standing by the reception desk trying to catch the attention of
the good-looking, night-shift receptionist.
Lost
battle.
Julián
approached him and briefly touched his brother's arm distracting him
from his Don Juan antics.
“Hey,
wanna grab something? Baby is in bed, waiting for the Magi. I left
her with the hotel's baby sitter,” his brother said as he pretended
to check something in his mobile phone to hide his embarrassment that
at having been caught flirting with so sorry results.
“Why
not? I remember there was a place where to eat decent
squid
rings near my
old working place. It's not far from here,” Julián replied,
thinking that a good dinner was all he needed to convince Carlos to
follow him to join Orion.
Julián
didn't believe anymore in his own vision of a peaceful end of the
world. People's
rage
would explode and men would kill each other much faster than any
prion could. He needed to get Esperanza away from the big cities. If
you were two days away from death, looting seemed to be the most
reasonable
(and tragically optimistic) thing to do. He
would have done it.
Having
a witch for a lover wasn't such a bad idea at this point, especially
one who could summon storms and control the elements. Perhaps Orion
was now with his ‘brothers’, hidden somewhere away from humans.
Maybe
Orion didn't care about him any longer, but he doubted it very much.
Lýkos had been clear: Árgynnos had been a toothache since day one
and Orion had followed him like a love-sick puppy for over two
thousand years. The man still regretted how things had turned out
between them.
Time
didn't mean the same for him than for the rest of mankind. Maybe a
year of not talking to Julián was Orion's idea of giving the cold
shoulder to someone.
Yes,
that had to be it, and Sartanos would probably know where Orion could
be or how to contact him.
“Squid
rings in a sandwich?” Carlos interrupted his musings as the chilly
air hit their faces. The street was empty of cars but there were some
people walking up and down the
street.
“Or
cone. Let's walk. It's useless to take the subway tonight. Children
are still around. None of them will sleep before two in the morning.”
“I'm
glad I left the princess under professional care.”
“Be
glad she's only fifteen months old. Next year, you'll see.”
“That's
why God invented single uncles,” Carlos chuckled amused.
“I'll
have to check my agenda, asshole.”
“Can
you even keep one? Dickhead.”
The
streets were so familiar to Julián; the disco-bar-lounge where he
used to work at
was
very near, and the young man felt a pang of melancholy when he
thought about it. What had become of all the people he knew? How
could everything change so much and so little at the same time? He
glanced at his brother, looking bored as usual, and shuddered.
“My
job was two blocks from here,” Julián gulped.
“Don't
want to die of food-poisoning.”
“The
place I mentioned
is nearby,” Julián stood dead on his tracks. “Let's go somewhere
else,” he blurted out.
“Is
there something else open at this hour? Tonight?”
“None
that I know of. But
we could try at McDonald's, KFC or Burger King. They're always open.”
“I
want a clean death, Julián.” Carlos resumed his walking at a brisk
pace. It was getting colder and colder, and he only wanted something
hot to eat.
Julián
followed him meekly for a few metres and then took the lead again
only
to come to a halt and gasp at the sight of his old club.
“What
the hell happened here?” Julián said.
There
was nothing left of the elegant place he had known. Of course, the
local had been a bit sleazy sometimes, but it was now a strip
club-cum-nude girls joint.
“Maybe
the owner sold it,” Julián mumbled as he blinked disturbed at the
flickering neon lights.
“Guess
you really lost your job now,” chuckled Carlos when he realised
that the building with the walls painted in black and red had been
Julián's ‘private club’. “You're minus two big reasons to get
a job there now,” he chuckled.
“Shut
up!” Julián pushed his brother, and Carlos
chuckled again like a child, happy to taunt his brother.
A
man passed next to them, hurrying across the street and entering the
place as fast as he could.
“Well,
that's one way to end the Christmas season,”
Carlos commented, disgusted at the thought that his little brother
had spent so much time there, surrounded by perverts and whores.
“It
used to be a better class dump,” Julián defended himself, and
Carlos snorted noisily. “For real. Diplomats were coming here,”
he protested remembering Oliver's words.
“No
wonder
Europe is such a dumpster,” mumbled Carlos. “Let's get the fuck
away from here.”
Casting
one last glance at the place,
Julián sighed.
Wasn't that bad, and we didn't need the “GIRLS” sign before.
“Squidward
lives down the street,” he said miserably.
“Befitting,”
snorted Carlos. “Octopuses here and there. You know what? You're
like Spongebob.”
“Fuck
you! Your jokes
used to be better,” Julián crossed the street and began to walk on
the side of the club.
“My
brain needs fuel. Mum's cooking is still lousy,” Carlos ran to
catch up with his brother and Julián slowed down his pace.
They
had not walked more than a hundred metres when they heard some faint
cries at their backs, but the noises were quickly dismissed as some
teenagers celebrating the coming of the Magi.
“YOU!”
the voice screamed again.
Julián
turned around to look who had howled in such a way, and his blood
froze when he came face to face with Ahmed, dressed in a dark
suit—typical uniform for club bouncers—and looking much thinner
than before.
“Why’re
you here! Go away, demon!” The man looked transfixed as he watched
Julián, standing right there.
“Look,
Ahmed, I—I didn't mean what I said,”
Julián spoke nervously.
“Go
away. Fast!” Ahmed took Julián by the arm and shook him as a rag
doll. “You witch! You demon! Get out before you ruin me more!”
“I'd
do anything to take back what I said, but I can't. Really, I can't,”
Julián winced at the pressure exerted on his biceps and struggled
to release himself.
“You
and the Nazi!”
“Who
are you calling Nazi? You filthy Muzzie!” Carlos yanked Julián
back
by his free arm and placed himself between
the former lovers.
For
Carlos, it was
payback time. “Not strong enough to carry the antler on your
forehead? How are your kids? Oh, sorry. Wifey doesn't know who's the
father,” he smirked, and Ahmed violently shoved him on the chest,
making him stumble a little.
“Stop
it, Carlos!” Julián pulled from his brother's overcoat, trying to
keep both men away from each other. Carlos and Ahmed were looking at
each other ferociously, gauging their adversary's timing before
launching their attack.
“This
time I'll send you to the hospital!” Ahmed yelled, and pushed
Julián aside, all his attention focused on Carlos. Julián was
nothing more than an
obstacle standing between
him and the object of his fury.
“You?
You and how many camel-shaggers more?” Carlos spit to the side,
dangerously near Ahmed's shoes.
“Carlos,
enough! We're going,” Julián interfered, placing his body between
both men again, but
it was his brother who
pushed him away this time.
“You're
a demon from
hell!” Ahmed addressed Julián. “You cursed me and ruined my
life! Because of you, I have nothing!”
“I
can't take it back!” Julián shouted and raised
his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I'm truly sorry for what I did. I
didn't know what I was doing. We're going now. I do wish that
everything turns out well for you, Ahmed.”
“No!
He
should be going away!” Carlos yelled completely out of himself.
“This trash comes here and thinks it can lord over us?”
Julián
turned around to face his brother and convince him to leave before
they got into trouble. His lips began to move, but a popping metallic
sound made him jump and look behind.
Julián
found himself facing a pocket knife dangling in front of his eyes. He
swallowed and said slowly: “Put it down, Ahmed.”
“We're
going now,” Julián repeated and gulped when the knife came too
close to his throat.
“You're
a devil,” Ahmed growled, and the words he once had cursed Ahmed
with came back to Julián’s mind.
“Put
that thing down. It's gonna be your blood,” Julián said softly.
“Not mine.”
The
boy could hear Carlos ragged breathing and it concerned him that his
brother would attack Ahmed no matter
the consequences.
He shouldn't be the hand that carries out the curse.
“Jinni,”
Ahmed spat
and wielded the knife very close to Julián's chest.
The
boy easily jumped backwards, knowing that the man only wanted to put
as much distance as possible between them.
Julián
knew somehow that Ahmed felt threatened and was terrified of him on a
subconscious level, but at the same time he wanted revenge on Carlos.
It was all a matter of folding back and leaving the ground to Ahmed.
But
Carlos charged like a raging bull, with his head bent down to use as
a ram. His head connected heavily with Ahmed's midsection and knocked
him down, Carlos landing on top of him.
With
two brutal knocks, Carlos broke Ahmed's nose, and blinded by the
pain, the man blandished the knife in front of Carlos' face in a
useless attempt to
scare him away.
Instead,
Carlos saw red and launched his body against Ahmed, and both men
rolled on the pavement in
a tangle of arms and legs. Carlos had learned from his prison days to
go for the knife no matter what. He gripped Ahmed's right wrist and
began to pound the
other man’s hand against the floor to force it to open and drop the
weapon.
Julián
rushed to separate the fighters, but he was too late. Ahmed had
finally lost the knife, but in an attempt to get it back, he had
knocked the air out of Carlos
and used his adversary’s momentary weakness to dash for the knife
and grab it.
Seeing
his prey escaping, Carlos jumped on top Ahmed's back with so much
misfortune that the recovered knife buried itself to the hilt in the
man's upper left side.
Gasping,
Carlos jumped away from the bleeding body, watching transfixed how
Ahmed's life escaped him in two or three convulsive moves.
Julián
saw the small flow of dark liquid coming from under Ahmed’s body
and covered his face with both hands, biting into them to suffocate
his cries.
“Shit,”
Carlos said softly as he stood up. “He's dead.”
“Call
112!” shouted Julián.
“And
then? He fell on his own knife!”
“You
crushed him!”
“So
what? Do you want to go to prison? Let's get the hell out of here!”
Julián
got his mobile phone out and began to dial the emergency number but
Carlos violently snatched it from his hand.
“No!
Go back to the hotel and ask something to the tart in the reception!
She has
to
remember
you were there with her.”
“I
won't go away. It was an accident!”
“The
police won't believe you! Do you know how it
is to be inside? If you go down, who's going to look after my baby?
Mum? Go back to the hotel now and pay the baby sitter. Say you
have a headache and decided to return early.”
For
once in his life, Carlos was right. Julián was well acquainted with
Child Protective Services and to be in
their clutches was the last thing he wanted for Esperanza.
“Carlos…”
he protested softly.
“You
did nothing. This had
been coming all along. Since the fucker sent me to prison.” Carlos
viciously kicked the body lying in a pool of blood on the floor, and
then he spat on it.
“Run
away you too! Nobody saw us! You don't even have blood on your
hands,” Julián
pleaded.
“And
then? No. I did it, and I'll take full responsibility for it. Get the
fuck out now,” he shook Julián several times, and his brother
returned him a numb stare.
“Not
now, Julián! Snap out of it!” Carlos
hissed and shook his brother by the shoulders stronger than before.
“Take another way back!”
Julián
was mad with concern as he watched the baby sleeping
in her portable cot in his brother's hotel room. He kept expecting
for the police to drop by at any minute and arrest him, but nobody
was coming.
Finally,
the first lights of the morning broke the darkest night of his life.
Nothing had happened. No police, no Carlos, no detectives, no
anything. Only looking after a deeply asleep baby.
He
left his brother's still made bed and began to pace around the room,
waiting for his phone to ring, but it remained silent.
The
body should have been discovered by now. It wasn't something that
could be hidden for too long.
Julián
thought about calling his brother, but that would look suspicious.
Nobody went looking for someone at five in the morning. The story was
that he had returned early, the receptionist had given him some
aspirins from her own stash and he had gone to bed after generously
tipping the young baby sitter for her trouble. Officially, he could
only be worried after ten or eleven in the morning, when Carlos
didn't show up for breakfast.
Maybe
his mother knew something, but he doubted it. Carlos would never go
to her.
Maybe
he needed a good lawyer, but you didn't go from one police station to
the other pretending to be searching for your missing big brother
with one tagging along.
The
baby softly cooed from her cot, and Julián was happy to have
something to occupy his mind. He took Esperanza in his arms and began
to babble about the toys she would get that morning as he boiled some
water to prepare her bottle.
He
sat on the floor watching the baby crawl around the bed and he smiled
nervously. He thought about dressing her but gave up on
the idea. What if someone saw her already dressed so early in the
morning? That was suspicious enough.
Julián
played with her for a bit longer before she began to doze off.
Silently, he put her back in her cot
and covered her well.
Ten
o'clock and still no news about Carlos or the police. He switched on
the TV but there were no talk-shows or news as it was Epiphany Day.
He
woke Esperanza up, dressed her and went downstairs to have breakfast.
The maids, as usual, melted
when
they saw the vivacious baby and hurriedly began to serve him coffee
as they made faces at her.
The
coffee tasted sour and Julián grimaced. He emptied
two more sugar packets into the hot liquid, but the foul taste still
lingered in his mouth.
He
phoned Carlos, but the phone was disconnected or out of range.
Probably the police had taken it away. He dialled his mother's number
and asked her if she knew something about him, telling her
that they had split at about dinner time. His mother was not worried.
He
phoned again his brother, just to give
the impression that he was looking for him.
Maybe
Carlos had escaped. Knowing him, that was the most logical thing to
do—take
a train or a plane and go away.
The
best he could do was to look normal.
Julián
went to the reception desk to ask if he could extend his reservation
some days more and spoke with the girl about where he could shop for
nice clothes for his niece, doing his best to be remembered by the
morning-shift girl.
He
then took Esperanza for a walk as there was nothing else he could do.
In
the afternoon, Julián went to the police station after thinking hard
on the best course of action. He told the very kind policewoman that
both brothers had left the hotel to have dinner but a headache had
forced him to return early. Since yesterday at ten o'clock, he had no
idea of his brother's whereabouts. Julián was mad with concern as
his brother had done nothing like this before. He had a house, a good
job, a baby, no drinking or drugs problems—your regular Joe. The
policewoman promised him that they would notify the judge and start
investigating in a few days. He shouldn't be too worried; maybe his
brother had met some friends and gone for a drink. He would be back
when the hangover was over.
Defeated,
Julián returned to the hotel and fed the baby. This time, the local
news spoke about a body being found very near their
hotel, telling
it was probably the result of a Latino gangster fight as the club
where the victim had worked
‘allegedly’ belonged to a Salvadorian businessman with some murky
connections.
The
international news section focused on the rare new disease that had
spread to Washington State with five new cases. Researchers' new
lines of investigation included
following the trail of the food people had ingested and a thorough
search for pathogens inside the patients' houses.
Last
night’s fear gripped his heart stronger than before. Scared masses
didn't distinguish between babies or men; they only looked for a way
out of their predicament.
He
needed to get his niece out of the danger.
Police
officers couldn't be so stupid as to overlook the fact that his
missing brother had gone to prison because of the man whose body they
had now sitting in the morgue. Even
they could put two and two together.
Julián
needed to get away as soon as possible. He would wait a few days more
for his brother and then…
And
then?
He
was clueless. The logical solution was to look for Orion and Lýkos,
but only god—the
Moon God or whatever deity there was out there—knew where they
were.
Sartanos
would know. The Warrior was always bragging about his knowledge and
superior intellect. He could at least give him some advice if he was
clueless about Orion's whereabouts.
He
searched for the number written on a piece of card and well-hidden
inside his wallet, and dialled it. It took a very long time for the
phone to start ringing on the other side of the line. Julián held
his breath.
“Your
sense of time and opportunity is lousy to say the less,” the voice
sounded very far away, and the
crackling noise of static hurt Julián's ears. “Any idea of the
roaming costs for this?”
He
drives a Tesla but can't spare a dime. Typical.
“Could
you please tell—” Julián bit his tongue before saying “Orion”.
Both men had always referred to themselves by their last names, and
perhaps those were not even considered as such. “—tell Koiranos
that I'm looking for him? Please?”
“Do
I look like a go-between?” Sartanos huffed.
“No,
of course not. You're Sartanos, a Warrior.” Lord,
why are they always so touchy?
“Trouble
with the Seer? Why don't you call him
yourself?”
“He
dislikes mobile phones,” Julián went for the lame excuse.
“So
what
makes you think that, if I give him one, he will be happier?”
Sartanos smirk could even be ‘seen’ across the line.
“Just
tell him I need to talk to him.” The following noise, as if the
phone had been thrown over a desk, nearly deafened Julián.
After
a moment, he heard the breathing he knew so well on the other side of
the line, but no voice was heard.
“I
want to go back to you,” Julián gulped nervously. “Please,
Orion. I can't be alone anymore. I want to be with you and Lýkos. I
won't be able to go through this all by myself.”
Time
ceased to be as Orion meditated his answer.
“Go
where everything began, Julián. Stay there. I will look for you when
the time comes.”
The
line went dead, but Julián knew what he had to do now.
This chapter was great! It's sad that Julian has no choice but to turn towards Orion. I wonder how this will influence the evolution of their relationship. I can't wait to read what happens next.
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