"Are you retarded?"
"when?"
"What the fuck is the answer when?! One asks you if you are delayed and when you answer? "
" I knew if I was late! "
" 'fuck it, from here! "
Zeena Benjamin, Ben said he hated two things, the cherry popsicles, and that asshole Ryad when buying a cherry popsicle.
"The others were finished," it is justified to Algeria following the older boy in the yard.
"You're a retard Ry!"
"Why?"
"because he ONLY Dasser cherry popsicles dickhead! And you still go to him! "
" but he always tells me that the others must return, which put them over! "Gasped fighting jaw against the shell of ice.
"I'll take the piss," cried Ben disappearing dark oasis of concrete.
"Damn Dasser "muttered Ryad, freezing a tooth on the ice blood red and beginning to run to catch his friend.
MOTUS IN FINE VELOCIOR. Ben proudly exhibited
writing tattooed on his back while his neck muscles bulged against the bar every drop from up there could see the whole neighborhood, and every drop of sweat falling on the dust was a promise to it.
broke away from the bar with a thud and a cloud of dust, reached the pack, lit a cigarette and looked at them.
Laura was lean and white, licking ice cream and thought that one day she would go from there, maybe you would become rich and you would be well reconstructed breasts. Ryad
was Algerian, carefully choosing the tracks in the CD player, because the soundtrack is important, especially when the sun is coming, and thought that sooner or later he would Miha fact that music is that he understood.
Miha was mulatto, tall and fair, the cap on the head and the barrel between your fingers say a lot about what he thought of the world.
Remo, Mangiamele, was an Italian with dark hair, and the story of the scar on his cheek and now the dead cop knew even the walls.
the walls.
The walls of the yard singing a lullaby that only they could hear was a rhyme that was about theft and racing, smoke and jumps made of spit, piss and dust, blood and speed, because Ben always said to the boys, and the walls always listened to him: "Remember! there is only one thing that can beat us in speed! "
the walls of the yard did not matter what it was, and the other four had never finished the sentence.
Because there was no need, all in their hearts they knew what Ben was talking about.
The yard had badly worn four years, ten stories of concrete and metal, stairs, ramps and potholes, cans, cigarette butts, piss, shit, syringes and animal carcasses.
was supposed to be the largest shopping center in the city, there, in their merdosissima banlieue.
must have been the redemption of the district, became just another notch on the list of shame.
only became a huge skeleton of concrete and shit in the middle of a shit concrete even bigger.
But it was their home.
When the orphanage closed down, five of them were the only ones left, and the yard became their lair, their lair,
The walls of the skeleton had accepted them immediately.
The walls, which reminded.
In the beginning was the echo, the screams, the thud of sneakers, the cloud of dust, sprained ankle, broken wrists and kong vault on the lower walls, a few mattresses, a couple of sheets, and Remus, which bypasses the power cord.
Then came the rocks at the cans, the jump the chasms, somersaults with blood on his hands, slander and theft, was the TV, stereo, refrigerator and beds.
Then came the muscles and the sweat, the long distances and somersaults without blood on their hands, were accuracy and speed, and with them, stealing best.
They did for a living, and wanted to make the best of ways.
became their job, their mission, their war.
speed became a sob of broken under adidas shoes stolen, and serious breathing so slow as to seem the last.
"Laura six guard tonight," said Remus looking for some more 'flesh of the dried-up apple core. Laura shrugged putting
mouth in the last part of the ice cream cone.
Ben looked at his watch while the orange light of sunset colored concrete.
He walked to the edge and smiled, the shadow of the skeleton raping half the neighborhood, and on top of it his own.
For a moment he felt small and helpless, and the smile vanished from his lips, but it was a moment of weakness, soon after he became still a God
An apple core was close by finishing ten floors below.
"What we have tonight?" He turned running a hand through his blond hair matted and dirty.
"Tonight is the night cocaine," said Remo wiping an apple on the new new vest and biting. Miha
pulled back the hard-nosed hood, freeing up the rasta: "What the fuck are we to make of a shipment of cocaine?"
"I want an ipod!" Grumbled Laura
"SALE!" Snapped Ben closer to the stairs.
"What the fuck you talking about?! Since we do something? "Miha launched into space the dead of the barrel.
"Miha we need money, I'm tired of taking only what we need to live!"
"fuck you Ben, there's always gone well so is the life we \u200b\u200bhave chosen, what else do we need?"
"I want an Ipod!"
"silent Laura, you know what this means, Miha? "Said Ben with his back to the group and pointing to the words tattooed on his back.
"is Ben, I know!"
"means the movement is faster as it approaches the end! Miha look at us, we do have four years of this life shit, we run four years, and are four years that we do not stop, we live in a yard of cock that smells like piss Miha, do not you broke my balls? We must be faster than life itself to avoid ending up anal.
Fuck you! "S'infervorò" ... they are the greatest among you and I have not yet twenty years! We're burning too fast! we need a change, we need more, and we need as soon as possible, because you're doing everything too fast, and I'm tired of running! "
The four sat in silence watching him disappear up the stairs, the black tattoo on his back stood in their white nets as a warning branded on the skin, and as such, was burning. The smallest
raised his head and looked at his companions: "I want an Ipod!"
The sound of the zip broke the silence, then came the rustle of rasta against the cap.
springs of the "bounce" nodded decided in two small rebounds, as decided upon was the cracking of the teeth on the apple.
The headphones fit perfectly in the CD player halls of the Algerian boyfriend, and only for that evening's Sniper abdicated the throne in favor of some 'electronics, but only for that night.
"Two bags per person, no more" Ben spoke his voice muffled by the high collar of the sweatshirt black couriers should be four, we will deal with me and Remo, your first thought must be to recover the stuff, if you have any problems, run! Is that clear? "
The three nodded.
Ben ran his hand through his hair so blond it seemed white in the darkness of the yard, took a deep breath and smiled and courage "... there is only one thing that can beat us in speed!" The three nodded
again, this time smiling.
"You go!"
Ben was the first.
The whiteness of the hair left a trail in the retina in Riyadh, who smiled and pushed play in CD player. He felt the knee slightly
crack under the pressure, and enjoy the moments that precede the release of epinephrine.
The muscles of the thigh and calf shooting took breath, and when the dust realized that was raised was already too late.
Remo stopped the apple in his teeth and he was behind.
"Take care, be careful!" Miha bother looking at Laura. Laura smiled hello hello
doing with his hand, but the other was already in the wake of the three.
flexed their muscles and was immediately two floors below, the thick grass and caper cushion the blow.
They passed the fence of the yard with ease and began to climb. Ben
laced his fingers together and bend your knees "force"
Riyadh was the first, went with his foot on the clasped hands of Ben, who gave him the push needed to reach the balcony of Mr. Vignon, that although he was painting regularly always grateful and watering the plants, he could not understand why the paint continues to peel one night and one not, and because the plants were so damaged. They went all
, Ben helped to hoist himself and Remus.
From there, it was a walk to reach the roof. Four dark figures
it moves easily between the roofs of the suburbs, ran against the summer breeze that makes the eyes bright and sweatshirts necessary.
run and jump, jumping, and then jumped back and the soles of sneakers omnivorous stuff themselves with tiles, bricks, concrete and dust, they watered the puddles in the pipes leak and catch your breath when the distance between a roof and a Another was longer than usual.
The boys were smiling, some inside the neck of a sweatshirt, who behind an apple, and those who under a hood to the music.
Maybe tonight would have done something else, perhaps something that would not have been proud of, but perhaps for once they saw a possibility in their lives.
"Here!" The night and the race, were both interrupted by the voice of Ben Bright.
The four went to the house.
Three floors below them, three men loading boxes into a truck while he smoked a cigarette.
"Remo, on the other side, and down, Riyadh, down too, but from the street with Miha, I will go down from here!"
nodded and they parted. Miha
Ryad and went down through the main facade of the building and, once on land went to the house with caution in the alley, I could see the ass of the truck, and, within it, the shit that they should steal.
Remo touched the ground without a sound, smiled in the dark still with the apple in his mouth.
The man with the Marlboro between his lips, a few moments later, as he fell to the ground unconscious, he found himself thinking of an apple, to the sole of a shoe that crushed his cigarette on the face, a sharp pain in the teeth, the metallic taste of blood.
The man fell with a thud suspicious that the other three.
Remo rolled just below the truck body dragging with it the unconscious man.
One of the three turned around the truck to see what had happened at that moment Ben landed between the other two, and with quiet discipline put into practice what four years of Bruce Lee had taught him.
the entire burden of the body in the left wrist and then download it with violence to the solar plexus of one of the two men.
turned around, lifted his leg and threw it against the heel of the other jaw, which ruined the ground after a couple of laps.
Remo, from under the truck, grabbed his ankles the last one left standing and pulled him to fall face forward if doing so.
Everything was quiet for a few seconds.
"strength," cried Ben plan. Miha
Riyadh and ran into the alley, climbed on the back of the truck agile and opened a box, was full of boxes of phones, it opened another, ipod, yet another coffee.
a "classic," said Ryad and pierced a bag with the boxcutter, pulling out dirty white powder "but they do not watch TV?" he smiled pulling bags of cocaine to fellow waiting.
went down from the truck and drove away in a hurry.
"Shit," said Ben coming back.
Others saw him disappear and reappear in the alley a few seconds after "The ipod to Laura," she said, smiling and showing the box still packed.
roofs slipped slightly under eight feet tired, she goes back the way to the suburbs.
Ben's silence filled the ears of others.
He felt his pockets, swollen because of the bags.
was their leader, would follow him to hell, and he knew that was what they were doing at that time. He took a breath
uncertain in the race, shaking off the thoughts.
The skeleton was quietly.
"Laura!" Ben's voice echoed in the huge gaps in the long and dark.
There was a violent explosion of white boys groaned and put her hands before her eyes.
spotlights used for illumination, which were aimed at them, blinding them.
Plan, the guys opened my eyes, and two figures walking towards them against the light.
"Let go, asshole!" Laura squirmed while one of the two held firm.
"Cops!" Ben hissed through clenched teeth trying to recover his sight.
"just like that kid is a bit 'that we keep an eye on, and I was sure that sooner or later you would have done some shit!" The voice was hoarse and winger an ashtray.
Remo sprang forward like a thunderbolt past the lights and looked around quickly, "eleven, Ben!"
It has happened before, thought they had the element of surprise, they thought of being able to sneak away from home.
was not the first time.
It was not the first time ever.
big one let go on when Laura's nails Miha pupils in the violent penetration. Ashtray
turned to his companion who was screaming, and saw the adidas fall on its nose.
But soon after he saw the stars, the ones he saw, and felt the warmth of the blood and tears.
"Take them," cried dabbing his nose with his hands.
The five were already upstairs, ran.
"are you okay?" Ben asked looking at Laura.
The girl nodded.
"I brought the ipod after you do it!" Ben smiled.
Laura smiled too.
was not the first time.
The cops were predictable.
was like playing cops and robbers, that was what was basically a game.
The five escaped, the cops chasing them, it was easy, everything was always so predictable, a provides staging too many times.
stayed away from the skeleton would be at most a week, then they would come back, and they started over.
was how it worked, it was their life.
Ben smiled jumping from the edge of the background against a concrete pillar, sliding down.
The others followed suit and soon they were all in front of the fence. The
jumped with ease, as always.
and turned back.
in the skeleton, the flashes of breathless torches police tore a smile to each other.
had been easy. As always
.
The track began to run under their shoes, while the terrace of Mr. Vignon was preparing to be violated for the second time that night.
There was a bang.
Zeena Benjamin, said Ben, clasped hands and bent his knees turning to accommodate the feet of his companions.
It was then that he saw her. His
MOTUS IN FINE VELOCIOR.
was a slight shimmer in the dark
was fast.
was painless.
was repeated for years that his companions in misfortune.
was what he knew none of them could beat speed.
was a bullet.
was death.
Before collapsing, Ben smiled the smile of someone who admits to being defeated by the best.
The four boys stood still.
Standing in front of their friend. But do not look
him.
"What the fuck have you done? What the fuck have you done? "Ashtray, dabbing his nose, ran into a guy in uniform, and shouted.
The boy was Ben's age, or take a year less.
In a trembling hand the gun still warm.
Ashtray muffled cries of the ear by the whistle of the shot. On the face
two lines: one drop of a tear of fear and awareness.
The ipod still packed in the fall had slipped from his pocket.
Laura picked it up and wiped the blood with a strip of pink vest, while a tear ran down his face.
"There's only one thing that can beat us in speed," he sighed with Miha the voice of someone about to start crying, as he closed the eyes of his friend, his brother. "Until then we will do what we always do!"
"Stop," cried ashtray, but the darkness of an alley had already sucked the four boys.
cursed in silence for a moment forgetting his nose, blood and tissue.
On land, Zeena Ben, smiling with his eyes closed, motionless.
darkness, four figures defied gravity and speed, leaving behind their tears and thoughts.
bringing with anger and pain, would continue to do what they had always done.
And anticipating the warmth of a hug, hatred and revenge, followed them a short distance.
Smiling.
Giacomo Andrea Bevilacqua
born June 22, 1983.
editorial designer for the EURA 2006 after a number of "Detecrive Dante", "Trapassat Inc." free and stories, is now working with Bartoli on a new set for "Lanciostory. Character designer and storyboarder and cinema advertising.
writes and reads texts for theater, cabaret and TV.
His blog can be found HERE .
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