Payback

   Jean was on highway six and she was doing great time. The road went through the mountains, using tunnels and bridges, to a place with a much nicer climate and where she could finally relax from an exhausting week. Work as a nurse could be very heavy and opportunities to have a few days for herself were pretty scarce. So she decided to grab the car and ask her parents for the keys of the summerhouse they had on that region.

 She had not been there for several years, since she had started her career, and her parents were not big fans of going to a house were the weather was warm but there was no ocean or anything to look forward to. There was a pool though and Jean knew she would have to clean it thoroughly before making use of it. Her parents now owned an apartment by the ocean, so this house had been deserted for quite some time. The plan had always been to sell but no one really seemed interested.

 Driving was making her back hurt a bit, so she decided to turn up the radio and sing along, in order to male a distraction from her pain. She would sing clumsily after the lyrics were sung but it worked as it made her laugh and enjoy the trip. On every curve, she would stop singing, instead humming the lyrics and looking at the dark road. It was the end of the afternoon and she had been driving for about an hour. She was only about thirty minutes away from her exit went the unthinkable happened: another car rammed her.

 The hit from the back make her bob like one of those taxi dolls but her arms kept straight and the car didn’t move so much. She tried to look who had done it. For a second, she thought that maybe someone was having problems and it had just been and accident. But some minutes later it happened again and in a curve. Jean’s heart felt right in her mouth and she decided it was best to speed up in order to loose that insane driver.

 She gained velocity quickly and in a couple of minutes she had lost the car, a red car that seemed to old to be still in circulation. Jean noticed the exit was nearby and was trying not to miss it when a police car appeared out of nowhere and she was asked to park further ahead. She stopped the car on a restaurant just off her exit. Stepping out of the car, she fixed her hair and waited for the police officer to come and talk to her.

 With that air of superiority many policemen have, he told her she had gone above the limit some kilometers ago and that she had violated the top speed she could be driving on the highway. Jean answered that it was all fine but that they should also give a ticket to the owner of the red car that rammed her twice. She went to the back of her car and showed him the marks of both attacks. The man checked it closely, then grabbed his radio and alerted other patrols to be on the lookout for the red car.

 After he had given the ticket to Jean, she was able to go. Her parent’s house was just fifteen minutes down the road on a small plateau between two mountains. The place in itself was very nice but it was obvious people always wanted more and better things so they were all selling these all old houses in favor of newer, more modern ones in places not very far from there.

 Jean stopped the car on the entrance and used the keys to release the lock on the main entrance. She opened the door manually (it wasn’t a electric one) and then drove the car into the lot. She stopped the car just by the pool, closed the door and then took out the only suitcase she had brought along.

The place was very dark and moist, the humidity was incredible. She turned on the lights and was amazed at how much work she had to do that night. She only had three full days for herself there and she was to clean to leave everything as it was. So after leaving her suitcase in her parent’s old bedroom, she decided to grab all the cleaning products available and start scrubbing the floor, mopping them, dust the furniture, vacuum and a number of other thing she would have forgotten to do if she hadn’t been a nurse.

 She had gotten there around seven and now it was almost eleven and her stomach asked her for food. In the house there was nothing to eat, as they had always disconnected the refrigerator before leaving, in order not to let any electric appliances on the long periods of time they were not there. She had forgotten all about eating when she had grabbed the car, so she went outside and decided to head down the road, where she remembered some stores were located.

 They were small family-owned stores, the kind that sells things kids would like on a road trip. No meat or anything raw. No lunches or any form of cooked meals or even microwave meals. Thankfully it was open and the lady that tended to it remembered her. They had a nice conversation as Jean grabbed some yogurts, orange juice, milk, cereal, bread, ham and butter. She also grabbed some candy and a big bottle of soda. The lady asked her if she wanted help to carry all that to her house but Jean refused and told her she could manage.

 After dropping the soda bottle five times, she finally arrived to her house and ate a pathetic sandwich before feeling to tired to go on. She feel asleep in no time.

 The following day, she put on her swimsuit and ran to the pull, only to realize she hadn’t cleaned that. Someone, according to her parents, took care of it when they were not around but still there were many leaves. She grabbed that long pole they use to catch leaves and she started doing so, sweating like crazy, feeling more and more humid by the minute. As she was halfway through the job, she heard a car coming. She wasn’t expecting anyone so she didn’t looked up to see that it was the red car coming slowly down the road. It stopped a few meters away, far from her sight.

 Jean finally looked at the pool: it was clean enough and she just wanted to swim. So she did, for several hours. After that, she decided to lay down in a plastic deck chair and just dry away the water of the pool. It was right then when the two men driving in the red car entered the house and she didn’t heard a thing. They hid behind lush plants and behind her car. She had closed her eyes, tired again from all the exercise. One of the men was holding a knife, the other a gun. This last one raised his hand.

 A shot was heard all over the road and many neighbors looked up and down the street for the source. But they could only see a red car parked there.

 And also, a patrol car.

 The policeman, not the same one that had stopped Jean on the road, had shot first, wounding the one that was holding a gun on the side. He fell to the ground by the pool and his pain had made him drop the gun into the water. The other one was still holding the knife and was pretty agile, grabbing Jean by the neck and trying to suffocate her with his skinny arm.

 She fought back but he was stronger and much more crazy. The policeman was pointing at him but the knife was already too close to the skin and Jean decided to do the only thing she could thing of doing: she bit the arm of her attacker, that got distracted for a second. The policeman got the message and shot two times, both to the chest.

 In a matter of minutes, neighbors had called the police and ambulances. Both men were alive, one on much worse condition that the other. Paramedics also attended Jean, as she was coughing too much and she had a deep cut on her neck.

 She went back home that day, on the ambulance. She would ask someone to go down there and grab her car for her. She only wanted to be home. Jean thought of the men every second of the short trip, their faces mad with anger, the weapons and the feeling when she had heard the gunshot and then the man grabbed her. She felt so helpless and useless. They cured her wounds in a hospital and then released her, late at night.

 Once home, she sat on her bed stroking her neck wound and remembering where she had seen those men before. They were family members of a woman that had recently died in her care. Her husband had attacked her and those men were her sons. Jean remembered they wanted her cured instantly, like by magic and they pressured the doctor not to mention their father in the report. But he did. And Jean was too slow the day the woman went into cardiac arrest and died. She had not believed their word, as the woman had been fine just hours before.

 Jean couldn’t fall asleep anymore. And traveling to relax was definitively out of the question.

Cosas que hacer

   Apenas giré la llave, el agua me cayó de lleno en la cara. Di un salto hacia atrás, casi golpeando la puerta corrediza de la ducha, porque el agua había salido muy fría y después se calentó tanto que me quemó un poco la piel. Cuando por fin encontré la temperatura correcta, me di cuenta que mi piel estaba algo roja por los fogonazos de agua caliente.

Me mojé el caballo lentamente y cuando me sentí húmedo por completo tomé el jabón y empecé a pasarlo por todo mi cuerpo. Mientras lo hacía, me despertaba cada vez más y me daba cuenta de que mi día no iba a ser uno de esos que me gustaban, en los que me duchaba tarde porque dormía hasta la una de la tarde y después pedía algo a domicilio para comérmelo en la cama. Esos días eran los mejores pues no necesitaban de nada especial para ser los mejores.

 Pero ese día no sería así. Eran las nueve de la mañana, para mi supremamente temprano, y tenía que salir en media hora a la presentación teatral de una amiga. Se había dedicado al teatro para niños y por primera vez la habían contratado para una temporada completa así que quería que sus mejores amigos estuvieran allí para apoyarla.

 Me cambié lo más rápido que pude y me odié a mi mismo y al mundo entero por tener que usar una camisa y un corbatín. Me miré en el espejo del baño y pensé que parecía un imbécil. La ropa formal no estaba hecha para mi. Me veía disfrazado y sabía que cualquiera que me mirara detectaría enseguida que yo jamás usaba ni corbatas, ni zapatos negros duros, ni corbatines tontos ni camisas bien planchadas.

 Salí a la hora que había pensado pero el bus se demoró más de la cuenta y cuando llegué ya había empezado la obra. Menos mal se trataba de Caperucita Roja y Cenicienta, y no de alguna obra de un francés de hacía dos siglos. Mi lugar estaba en uno de los palcos, abajo se veía un mar de niños que estaban atontados mirando la obra. Era entendible pues había también títeres y muchos colores, así que si yo tuviera seis o siete años también hubiera puesto mucha atención.

 Cuando se terminó la primera obra hubo un intermedio. Aproveché para buscar a mi amiga en los camerinos pero el guardia más delgado que había visto jamás me cerró el paso y me trató que si fuera indigno de entrar en los aposentos de los actores. Le expliqué que era amigo de tal actriz y que solo quería saludarla y entonces me empezó a dar un discurso sobre la seguridad y no sé que más. Así que me rendí. Compré un chocolate con maní y regresé a mi asiento para ver la siguiente obra.

 Cuando terminó, llamé a mi amiga y le dije que la esperaría afuera. No esperaba que tuviese mucho tiempo para mi, pues era su día de estreno, pero me sorprendió verla minutos después todavía vestida de una de las feas hermanastras. Fuimos a una cafetería cercana a tomar y comer algo y ella me preguntó por mis padres y por Jorge. Yo solo suspiré y le dije que a todos los visitaría ese día, después de hacer un par de cosas más. Ella me tomó una mano y sonrió y no dijo más.

 Nos abrazamos al despedirnos y prometimos vernos pronto. Apenas me alejé, corrí hasta una parada de bus cercana y menos mal pasó uno en poco tiempo. Tenía el tiempo justo para llegar al centro de la ciudad donde tendría mi examen de inglés. No duraba mucho, solo un par de horas. Era ese que tienes que hacer para estudiar y trabajar en país de habla anglosajona. El cosa es que lo hice bastante rápido y estaba seguro de que había ido estupendamente.

 Salí antes para poder tomar un autobús más y así llegar a casa de mi hermana con quién iría más tarde a visitar a mis padres. Con ella almorcé y me reí durante toda la visita. Mi hermana era un personaje completo y casi todo lo que decía era sencillamente comiquísimo. Incluso sus manierismos eran los de un personaje de dibujos animados.

 Había cocinado lasaña y no me quejé al notar que la pasta estaba algo cruda pero la salsa con carne molida lo compensaba. Allí pude relajarme un rato, hasta que fueron las tres de la tarde y salimos camino a la casita que nuestros padres habían comprado años atrás en una carretera que llevaba a lujosos campos de golf y varios escenarios naturales hermosos.

 Cuando llegamos, mi madre estaba sola. Mejor dicho, estaba con Herman, un perro que tenía apariencia de lobo y que siempre parecía vigilante aunque la verdad era que no ladraba mucho y mucho menos perseguía a nadie. Herman amaba recostarse junto a mi madre mientras ella veía esas series de televisión en las que se resuelven asesinatos. Seguramente las había visto todas pero aún así seguía pendiente de ellas como si la formula fuese a cambiar.

 Mi padre estaba jugando golf pero no se demoraría mucho. Hablamos con mi madre un buen rato, después de que nos ofreciera café y galletas, unas que le habían regalado hace poco pero que no había abierto pues a ella las galletas le daban un poco lo mismo. Me preguntó de mi examen de inglés y también de Jorge, de nuevo. Le dije que todo estaba bien y que no se preocupara. Miré el reloj y me di cuenta que casi eran las cinco. A las siete debía estar de vuelta en mi casa o sino tendría problemas.

 Me olvide de ellos cuando mi padre entró en la casa con su vestimenta digna de los años cincuenta y su bolsa de palos. Lo saludamos de beso, como a él le gustaba, y tomó su café mientras nos preguntaba un poco lo mismo que habíamos hablado con mi madre. Mi hermana hizo más llevadera la conversación al contarles acerca de su nuevo trabajo y del hombre con el que estaba saliendo. Al fin y al cabo era algo digno de contar pues se había divorciado hacía poco y esa separación había significado su salida definitiva del trabajo que tenía antes.

 Apuré el café y a mi hermana cuando fueron las seis. Nos despedimos de abrazo y prometí volver pronto. Lo decía en serie aunque sabía que luchar contra mi pereza iba a ser difícil. Pero necesitaba conectarme más con ellos, con todos, para poder salir adelante. No solo debía caer sino también aprender a levantarme, y que mejor que teniendo la ayuda de las personas que llevaba conociendo más tiempo en este mundo.

 Volvimos en media hora. Mi hermana me dejó frente a mi edificio. Le prometí también otro almuerzo pronto e incluso ir a ver la película de ciencia ficción que todo el mundo estaba comentando pero que yo no había podido ver. Ella ya la había visto con amigas pero me aseguró que era tan buena que no le molestaría repetir.

 Subí con prisa a mi apartamento. Tuve ganas de quitarme toda esa ropa ridícula pero el tiempo pasó rápidamente con solo ir a orinar. A las siete en punto timbró el celador y le dije que dejara pasar al chico que venía a visitarme. Cuando abrí la puerta, lo reconocí al instante y le pagué por su mercancía. Se fue sin decir nada, dejándome una pequeña bolsita, como si lo que me hubiese traído fuesen dulces o medicamentos para el reumatismo.

 Abrí y vi que todo estaba en orden. Dejé la bolsa en el sofá y salí de nuevo. Tenía tiempo de ir caminando a la funeraria donde velaban a un compañero de la universidad con el que había congeniado bastante pero no éramos amigos como tal. Yo detestaba ir a todo lo relacionado con la muerte pero me sentí obligado cuando la novia del susodicho me envió un mensaje solo a mi para decirme lo mucho que él siempre me había apreciado.

 Yo de eso no sabía nada. Jamás habíamos compartido tanto como para tener algo parecido al cariño entre los dos. A lo mucho había respeto pero no mucho más. Me quedé el tiempo que soporté y al final me quedé para rezar, aunque de eso yo no sabía nada ni me gustaba. Cuando terminaron, me despedí de la novia y me fui.

 Otro autobús, este recorrido era más largo. Al cabo de cuarenta y cinco minutos estuve en un gran hospital, con sus luces mortecinas y olor a remedio. Mi nombre estaba en la lista de visitantes que dejaban pasar hasta las diez y media de la noche y, afortunadamente, tenía una hora completa para ello.

 Seguí hasta una habitación al fondo de un pasillo estrecho. Antes de entrar suspiré y me sentí morir. Adentro había solo una cama y en ella yacía Jorge. No se veía bien. Tenía un tapabocas para respirar bien y estaba blanco como la leche y más delgado de lo que jamás lo había visto. Al verme sonrió débilmente y se quitó la mascara. Yo me acerqué y le di un beso en la frente.

 Me dijo que me veía muy bien así y yo solo sonreí, porque sabía que él sabía como yo me sentía vestido así. Le comenté que había comprado la marihuana que le había prometido y que la fumaríamos juntos apenas se mejorara, pues decían que el cáncer le huía. El asintió pero se veía tan débil que yo pensé que ese sueño no se realizaría.

 Le toqué la cara, que todavía era suave como la recordaba y entonces lo besé y traté de darle algo de la poca vida que tenía yo dentro. Quería que todo fuese como antes pero el sabor metálico en sus labios me recordaba que eso no podía ser.

Scorched

   Devastation. That’s the only word she could think about. Tally Green had been taught, throughout her life, that science was inherently good in its intentions and only very devious men, often on the side of the scientific path, would used it for dark purposes. But now, seeing what she had helped create, Tally was not very sure of that any more.

 She saw herself as a good person. She always helped various organizations during Christmas time, she gave money to non-profit groups that helped women and children around the world and she had never been particularly nasty against anyone. She didn’t liked violence, to the degree of never having seen a real fight between two people. Tally thought herself innocent even, of some of the things that human life had to offer.

 But that was the past. Wearing her light gray uniform, checking every camera in the field to check if what she was looking at was real, Tally realized her so-called innocent days were over.

 Applause came from her side, from the politicians and high-ranking military people that had attended the demonstration. They were all please and she could see in their faces that they were not innocent. Actually, it was rather easy to see they loved everything that had to do with destruction, with war and the capacity that someone had to destroy every single thread of decency left in this universe.

 The machine was identified as XLIU897 but the team that had created it called it The Fireman. It was a term of endearment for a weapon able to destroy entire acres of vegetation. It had been created so it would destroy all organic life but leave all the rest intact. They said it would come in handy if an army needed to liberate a city or if some townspeople needed to begin again with their crops. The weapon would destroy it all and then new crops could be put in place, as life could grow again on site.

 That was actually the only thing those men in ties didn’t like about the Fireman. They said they didn’t see the use of a weapon that destroyed and then left the land untouched. It was clear that the military uses for the weapon were a priority and that no government would really let farmers use it in their lands. All they wanted to do was to create hell on Earth and they had already done so.

 Just minutes ago, when everything disappeared under a red light and a hot wind, those awful men were smiling and apparently felt exceedingly happy with themselves. They were awful people, Tally knew that, but she felt she was an even worst person because she had helped create what those men were enjoying and were going to use to destroy.

 When she went back home that night, she was not only exhausted but the weight on her back felt much heavier than usual. Tally thought of the various books she had read about science and instantly remembered of Oppenheimer and all the other men and women involved in the creation of the first atom bomb. She thought that they were even guiltier than she was because an atom bomb had no possibility of being used as any other thing than as a weapon. The Fireman, on the other hand, had real possibilities as a helper to regenerate the land on places were it was needed. Tally had always wanted to help people and thought she was going to do it with that creation.

 But now, opening a can of beer in the kitchen and taking a sip, she realized she couldn’t just let things be. She left the can alone on the counter and grabbed her phone. Without thinking much about it, she called a friend that worked for the ethics committed of the department of defense. Tally told him about her case (she knew he was aware of the weapon) and asked him if was possible to stop the use of such a weapon in the world. After all, it had been created in an independent laboratory.

 The answer was somewhat disappointed, as he told her that if the army decided to acquire the weapon, the government would just block everyone trying to talk or know more about the subject. He said that they could even make her loose her job, just to make her look desperate and use her in public as a case of anti-patriotism.

 When Tally hung up, she had another idea in her mind. She knew her friend was honest and that the army was practically taking over the project. As she walked out of the laboratory, she saw some more military men arriving. That wasn’t normal and it was very likely the department of defense was already enabling the purchase of the weapon, even if the army wanted it to be changed and target also the ground itself.

 In her bedroom, Tally put some clothes on a backpack and also some food. She carried that to her car and drove back to work. As she was one of the main people on the project, she had every key possible. She entered the building, smiling to the security man and hoping she wouldn’t find any military men inside. But there were none. So she entered her lab and almost ran to the main computers. The idea was simple: to erase everything and make it disappear or simply take some vital piece on a portable device and just vanish with it.

 But she was too late. There was nothing on the computers. It had already been taken and people hired by the government were already monitoring the project. She had acted too slowly against them and the world would pay.

 Tally found a job in a pharmaceutical company, not a big one like those in movies but a smaller company that produced cheaper versions of very expensive drugs used to treat HIV and many virus related diseases. The company was controversial because it gave a chance to people suffering the AIDS pandemic to survive and live a happy and healthy life. She loved it there and loved to see reporters and protesters every morning. That way she knew she was finally doing some good in the world.

 She was not really involved in the creation of the drugs but rather on something even more interesting: the development of an effective cure. And they felt they were closer and closer and she felt proud of herself everyday because of that.

 That was until it happened. Half of the whole woke up to the news, the other half saw it begin live. Something was happening in Eastern Europe, some kind of wave was burning every single piece of land, meter by meter. People could see how everything died, slowly. Some ran away from the wave, others stayed and were burned alive by the invisible wall that advanced toward the east. Entire countries were burned alive and survivors were very scattered and not many.

 Then, out of nowhere, a huge army appeared and started invading the devastated lands. It was the first time in History that Moscow fell into foreign hands, half of its population killed slowly by burning. The men that had taken the city proclaimed the end of the failed Russia and announced the annexation of the country to their own new empire.

 All work at her company was stopped that day. Outside, there were no protesters or really anyone. People were too scared to go out to the street. What if one of those invisible walls advanced towards them and turned them into ashes in a matter of seconds?

 It was announced the next day that it had been, as Tally knew, a move by the most powerful country in the world. She had left that place years ago and it haunted her that her work was killing millions somewhere else. What she had been working on now just didn’t cover the evil she had helped create, the enormous guilt she felt for what she had done with her so-called innocence.

 The next day, as more and more troops, more and more bombs, and another wall advanced to the west, Tally decided she just couldn’t keep on living. She hung herself in her living room and was only found weeks after, when the invading army entered the city and saw her charred bones.