"……. Bastian, while driving his Renault Twingo, Avenue Charles III, in the direction of the free zone of Barcelona, near the belt Badal, where he had left with his brother, could not avoid their Cavilaciones…. Always had cost him assimilate their "gift", but lately, for more trouble, he had only brought complications.
The gift of premonition is not always pleasant, although it is often attributed an aura wonderful….
Yes, it is true that helped him on numerous occasions to solve problems themselves or others, and even, not to approach sites that were later conflicts or even in the misfortunes that would be involved… ..
I was very tired of helping police solve cases, anticipating the next step of the criminal… ..
Over the past few days had some very strange visions, and were so powerful and diffuse not come to understand or visualize enough, but instead hid any other vision that it could be useful in her work as an advisor to law enforcement authorities of the state ….
I look at your watch. It was quarter past eleven…. It was delayed five minutes of the hour. Surely his brother and what would be waiting.
Entering the tunnel belt Badal, preparing to leave right at the meeting point, as if he noticed something he beat the temples, and as if an electric current compelled to close our eyes, while an image is formed in his mind:
He was supported by a railing, smoking a cigarette with a gesture of impatience….
It was a typical gesture of arriving late to an appointment, and not find anyone. When discussions between you if you have arrived as late which itself has gone, or not sufficiently late than others have not arrived yet….
Then, two people enter the scene, and one. Knife in hand calling him something….
There is a struggle, the knife and blood test… ..
And the victim falls over the railing.
Bastian recover consciousness, and he wondered whether his brother will arrive late, and above all, taking into account the unreliability that has lately been his "gift"
if not be the victim of the robbery he is….
At the same time, just when it leaves the leg covered belt, and interrupting his thinking, something corpulent falls from the sky hitting the moon's car cracked thousands of lines cross as a distraught spider web.
Bastian struggle to maintain control of the car in vain, and a second before impact against the sidewall, in that moment, watching the face of the body that is inert balance sheet as a puppet on the bonnet, wounded, stabbed and bleeding, reached recognize their own face, his twin brother… .. "
Sebastian typewrote the last episode of the last of its long saga of his "spiritual detective", which had embodied much of himself, when a voice told him:
- This can not end well….
Instinct reviewed all the room with my eyes sought the origin of the voice… ..
- We repeat that this is wrong… finished.
His eyes were fixed on the mirror wall, only that he returned his own image, but instead, that image was still not movements that he dictated. Value arm, and face the mirror told him:
- I do not care what you think, I am the author, and I have to finish it as I choose not?
And the mirror replied:
I am you…. Therefore, I too am the author…. And I'm not in conformity with the end you want to give… ..
Gradually the conversation was going up you tone, and at a given moment, someone raised a fist, and sounded broken glass…… ..
Sebastian woke up somewhat baffled and violently…… had had a terrible nightmare.
There was something in the room that does not fit, but clear, with this nightmare, and the suggestion, even a mother could induce terror…
He went to the typewriter, and instinctively began to enter the final episode of his saga, but looked at the sheet and the text was unintelligible…. Decided to get wet a little head with such allayed some of the ideas. It was toward the sink, opened the door and just saw a great swim, so white that hurt the eyes….
Then diverted the gaze toward the mirror and saw himself, sitting on the desktop, with a malevolent smile, and rewriting the text which in theory was theirs and occupy the place, which by nature belong…… in Reality ……
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