I do not know how or why, but I'm alive. The wounds that "He" had inflicted have healed me. I try to get off the ground smoothly, because my body is numb and slow, which means that I have a few days in the middle of nowhere. Who will I be cured? How will I find? I doubt that I've cured myself, as I was practically dead. No human being can cure that such large wounds such as "He" has caused me.
was bleeding, clinging to the vestiges of life left in me, heading towards the abyss, and not towards the light at the end of the tunnel ... but then something happened. A little flash, nor darkness without light, was drawn into the tunnel, as I struggled between life and death. Back had been the stabbing, the moment of ecstasy to find a "he" and all that had happened, the birth of my children, my wedding, when I met my dear Marie ... all irrelevant. The only thing that worried me, which appalled me, until the very point of obsession, was only one thing: the flash.
felt love, adoration, admiration, as if the Almighty himself is involved. Gave off a warm light, maternal and hypnotic. Before I knew it I was face to face with the flash. Suddenly a voice echoed in the tunnel, a voice from one flash:
-MarcusWant to live?
- Who are you? How do you know my name?
"That is irrelevant. Answer the question that made you, mortal.
"Yes," replied finally, with little encouragement and the little strength I had left. I want to live, I find that son of a bitch and revenge. Never mind the price, I do not care what you have to sacrifice for it, I just want one more chance to match the tables. I'll have to suffer what I have suffered, I Manchare hands with the blood of their sons, with the blood of their loved ones, with the blood of every person who may matter even a bit. I will not kill, only I will suffer, as nobody ever has to suffer to the point you want to be dead.
"So be it, Marcus. You yourself are the one who carries the fine thread of your destiny. You and only you will decide what to do when the time comes.
- Who are you?
"Until we meet again, in Ecuador between life and death, Marcus.
And then I woke up. not know how long I was in that state, if he had hallucinated that conversation, or whether it was true, but what I did know one thing: Fate had given me one more chance, an opportunity to find that son of a bitch and torture like no one has ever done. What were the "rules" that "He" was mentioned? Would any reason or motive so did what he did?
I did not care at that time just wanted to see him suffer.
- Marcus Daily, Day 28 -
