01-03-2021, 02:51 AM
The light breeze didn't do much to quell that blistering heat.
They were both soaked in sweat. It was a far more fitting look on Sanchez. Delia took everything in
stride though. She knew it was almost finished.
"Not a good place to be without water, Chiquita." he says, dragging every other footstep in the sporadic
loose gravel.
"Stop talking." she said in a biting tone.
They keep moving until entering the gully. Delia shoving him every few steps as a reminder.
"I love how you can't keep your hands off me!" he flings at her, turning to smile.
She bounces the butt-end of her gun off the back of his head. Another reminder.
Just ahead, there are some objects lying on the ground. Sanchez begins laughing to himself.
"Chiquita, you are too predictable!" he yells jovially.
They come to a halt next to the objects Delia had driver place there. A gun and a red plastic gas can.
Delia stands facing him a few feet away. That almost permanent smile of his back again.
"Before I do what should've been done long ago, you got anything to say?" she asks.
He takes a moment to think. Last words seemed like an important affair.
"Not to you." he says as the smile disappears.
Delia knows it's time.
"You got any family?" she asks.
"Do I what?"
"Familia? Surely even you have one of those." she lobs sarcastically.
He stares coldly at her, not saying a word.
"Your parents still around?" she questions.
"Puta de mierda!" he shouts, spitting in her direction.
"Siblings?" she continues.
"Te cortare las tetas y se las dare a los buitres!" he yells, lunging at her.
Delia puts her gun in his face. He stands pressing his forehead into the black barrel.
"You had a sister, didn't you?"
His face goes blank. Then, a shocked sadness takes over as tears well up.
"Whatever happened to her?" she asked.
Sanchez backs away, tears run down his cheeks.
"I will kill you." he says only loud enough for her to hear.
"She died, didn't she?" Delia presses.
"Cierra la maldita boca!" Sanchez screams running towards her.
Delia puts one in his left foot. He goes down. She now stands over him.
"On your stomach." she orders
"Eres una puta de mierda!"
"Is this how you want to go out? A woman blowing your head off as you lay on your back, crying?"
He gives her the foulest look before turning onto his stomach. She frees his hands. He carefully rolls over
into a sitting position. Delia takes the envelope from her back pocket and throws it down at him.
"What the fuck is this?" he asks.
"Open it." she says.
Sanchez tears into it, removing the papers inside. His eyes scanning slowly.
"I don't think your parents ever knew."
He looks up at her briefly, then back to the papers.
Delia watches it all come together for him as he reads the DNA test results.
"This is bullshit! Made-up fucking bullshit!" he says wadding the papers up and throwing them at her.
"Armando Fuente." she says looking down at him.
"What about him?" he asks.
"Your old boss. The man you took over for." she continued.
He stares as she paces in front of him.
"Your sister didn't die. She was kidnapped, and sold."
Sanchez jumps to his feet. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
"Long before you went to work for him."
He turns and sees the gun next to the gas can. Reaching down and grabbing it, he raises the barrel
and pulls the trigger several times in Delia's direction. Every one a dead click. No bullets.
"How does it feel to carry on that legacy, Enrique?"
He throws the gun away. Standing there, drenched in sweat and sorrow, emotions pushing on him.
"Why should I believe you?" he asks.
"Because it's true."
His mind was racing. All those years he thought his beloved sister was dead. A runaway that fell through
the cracks. The lies were never questioned. He needed to know.
"Where is she?" Sanchez asked while wiping tears from his face.
Delia stared without saying a word.
"If this is true, she's alive, then take me to her!" he demanded.
Tears were now streaking her face. Those moments when Life steps in...
"I just did."
Sanchez lost all color. Falling to his knees, he cried out in mournful pain. Everything hit at once.
Delia didn't weep for him, she shed tears for the victims. All those innocent lives ruined and cut short
by the monstrous acts of truly evil people. This was what she fought to end.
Sanchez was screaming as he rolled in the sun-baked dirt. Delia watched and waited. Would he do
the right thing?
Seconds later, Sanchez got to his knees and reached for the gas can. It was time. There was only one
way to settle this. Knowing what he did now, it couldn't be any other way. He soaked himself with the
contents of that plastic can; shrieking in tearful madness.
"Go on! Do it! Do it!" he screamed.
She walked over to him, looking down on Abomination itself. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out that
book of matches he threw at her feet not that long ago. This would be Justice.
"Looks like it's your day, Enrique." she said, dropping those matches in front of him.
Delia left him to make things right. She could hear the flames engulf him.
No need to turn and look, his screams were enough.
THE END ... ??
#delicatojustice #hellhathnofury #makethemfeel
[This story starts on page 11 - post #209]
They were both soaked in sweat. It was a far more fitting look on Sanchez. Delia took everything in
stride though. She knew it was almost finished.
"Not a good place to be without water, Chiquita." he says, dragging every other footstep in the sporadic
loose gravel.
"Stop talking." she said in a biting tone.
They keep moving until entering the gully. Delia shoving him every few steps as a reminder.
"I love how you can't keep your hands off me!" he flings at her, turning to smile.
She bounces the butt-end of her gun off the back of his head. Another reminder.
Just ahead, there are some objects lying on the ground. Sanchez begins laughing to himself.
"Chiquita, you are too predictable!" he yells jovially.
They come to a halt next to the objects Delia had driver place there. A gun and a red plastic gas can.
Delia stands facing him a few feet away. That almost permanent smile of his back again.
"Before I do what should've been done long ago, you got anything to say?" she asks.
He takes a moment to think. Last words seemed like an important affair.
"Not to you." he says as the smile disappears.
Delia knows it's time.
"You got any family?" she asks.
"Do I what?"
"Familia? Surely even you have one of those." she lobs sarcastically.
He stares coldly at her, not saying a word.
"Your parents still around?" she questions.
"Puta de mierda!" he shouts, spitting in her direction.
"Siblings?" she continues.
"Te cortare las tetas y se las dare a los buitres!" he yells, lunging at her.
Delia puts her gun in his face. He stands pressing his forehead into the black barrel.
"You had a sister, didn't you?"
His face goes blank. Then, a shocked sadness takes over as tears well up.
"Whatever happened to her?" she asked.
Sanchez backs away, tears run down his cheeks.
"I will kill you." he says only loud enough for her to hear.
"She died, didn't she?" Delia presses.
"Cierra la maldita boca!" Sanchez screams running towards her.
Delia puts one in his left foot. He goes down. She now stands over him.
"On your stomach." she orders
"Eres una puta de mierda!"
"Is this how you want to go out? A woman blowing your head off as you lay on your back, crying?"
He gives her the foulest look before turning onto his stomach. She frees his hands. He carefully rolls over
into a sitting position. Delia takes the envelope from her back pocket and throws it down at him.
"What the fuck is this?" he asks.
"Open it." she says.
Sanchez tears into it, removing the papers inside. His eyes scanning slowly.
"I don't think your parents ever knew."
He looks up at her briefly, then back to the papers.
Delia watches it all come together for him as he reads the DNA test results.
"This is bullshit! Made-up fucking bullshit!" he says wadding the papers up and throwing them at her.
"Armando Fuente." she says looking down at him.
"What about him?" he asks.
"Your old boss. The man you took over for." she continued.
He stares as she paces in front of him.
"Your sister didn't die. She was kidnapped, and sold."
Sanchez jumps to his feet. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
"Long before you went to work for him."
He turns and sees the gun next to the gas can. Reaching down and grabbing it, he raises the barrel
and pulls the trigger several times in Delia's direction. Every one a dead click. No bullets.
"How does it feel to carry on that legacy, Enrique?"
He throws the gun away. Standing there, drenched in sweat and sorrow, emotions pushing on him.
"Why should I believe you?" he asks.
"Because it's true."
His mind was racing. All those years he thought his beloved sister was dead. A runaway that fell through
the cracks. The lies were never questioned. He needed to know.
"Where is she?" Sanchez asked while wiping tears from his face.
Delia stared without saying a word.
"If this is true, she's alive, then take me to her!" he demanded.
Tears were now streaking her face. Those moments when Life steps in...
"I just did."
Sanchez lost all color. Falling to his knees, he cried out in mournful pain. Everything hit at once.
Delia didn't weep for him, she shed tears for the victims. All those innocent lives ruined and cut short
by the monstrous acts of truly evil people. This was what she fought to end.
Sanchez was screaming as he rolled in the sun-baked dirt. Delia watched and waited. Would he do
the right thing?
Seconds later, Sanchez got to his knees and reached for the gas can. It was time. There was only one
way to settle this. Knowing what he did now, it couldn't be any other way. He soaked himself with the
contents of that plastic can; shrieking in tearful madness.
"Go on! Do it! Do it!" he screamed.
She walked over to him, looking down on Abomination itself. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out that
book of matches he threw at her feet not that long ago. This would be Justice.
"Looks like it's your day, Enrique." she said, dropping those matches in front of him.
Delia left him to make things right. She could hear the flames engulf him.
No need to turn and look, his screams were enough.
THE END ... ??
#delicatojustice #hellhathnofury #makethemfeel
[This story starts on page 11 - post #209]
