Here we are at the penultimate episode of Cobra, my last story. The final part will be released on this blog next Friday. Illustration by Stephen
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Chapter V
Aldo also opened his eyes, he with a hungry wolf, but, above all, without feeling his heart wake up with him , feeling somehow empty of breath, and perhaps the same soul. Her ragged clothes, and if you had watched would have noticed that his flesh was somewhat defaced. But we thought, not impressed by the blood that painted the walls, the bed, floor, in patches, drops, splashing. She went limp from the apartment, as if he had ever walked so, and dragged down the stairs. The streets seemed the dark, then blinding, as in the early afternoon of a sunny August. Crossing Piazza Sant Alessandro saw coming from the opposite side, driven by an old white poodle who was holding the leash. He looked at the dog with hatred and met him with a pitch limping. The barking made that the animal be seeing him turned against her even more spirits of fire, and fell upon him and ate him there where he had caught, heedless of the cries of the Beguine his mistress.
Nobody lifted a finger to the dog, the cameras were there and saw all the patrols turned in the next street, but not nothing happened. Sheena Logan and only appeared to eat the meat of the old, tore off his loose skin, the wrinkles remained between the fingers. Aldo looked in their eyes, and they looked at him.
Three million people were living in Milan, and there were about four million cameras. Logan had dreamed of smashing all once, but he did not know Aldo had dreamed the same thing. Aldo's eyes Cobra had inspired confidence, always covered by dark glasses did not seem ... watching you. He had not realized, but in reality the eyes of Cobra them had never even seen. In those days, Cobra nervous walking to his cellar, measuring with the horny soles of his bare feet. Logan and Sheena were not there, Aldo Paoli had not returned to the den, Filter revealed itself almost daily, but he seemed nervous and angry, and treated him more as a mentor. Filter One day she knocked on the door of the basement but Cobra was not open. He waited half an hour on the sidewalk, smoking cigarettes, and finally arrived two large dark glasses, before a rough face surrounded by a mane of curly hair and that face the rest of the man who was waiting. Hello
-filter, "said Cobra opening the big iron door
-Hello-
When they were in the hideout Cobra walked with slow steps towards its abituale tavolaccio di pietra, verso gli angoli bui dove passava le ore a rimescolare erbe, radici, funghi e quant’altro, ma Filtro, seguendolo da vicino, era deciso a non lasciarlo andare a nascondersi nell’ombra.
-Cosa facciamo?- gli chiese con tono più minaccioso che interrogativo, quasi alitandogli nell’orecchio
-Nulla, per ora-
-Sono giorni che non facciamo nulla. Io ho ucciso Logan e Sheena, l’ho fatto perché me l’hai chiesto tu. Ma perché? E perché Aldo non si vede più?-
-Logan e Sheena devono essere in giro, prima sono uscito a cercarli, ma non ho idea di dove possano essere andati-
-Cooosa?- fece Filter-I rather annoyed I killed them both! I doubt seriously that she did? -
-I hope you did it, "said Cobra - and if you did, I hope they are still around-I-
taking the piss? - Filter yelled grabbing his shirt and giving it a shake.
-The drug that I gave to Cobra, "said Aldo quickly losing its air of poisonous snake to that of a worm-appealing if it did effect Sheena Logan ... and ... should be, do not say you live, but ... active, and hungry-
filter remained motionless for a moment, clenching his fists between collar Cobra tanto serrati che le mani cominciarono a fargli male, fissandogli addosso due occhi sbarrati e sporgenti, di pietra.
-Tu sei pazzo- disse infine lasciandolo andare, facendo due passi indietro e sputandogli addosso con stizzoso disprezzo. Poi voltò le spalle a Cobra, pensando di lasciarlo come si lascia una parte della propria esistenza relegandola per sempre in un album di foto intitolato “passato”.
-Vedrai!- gli urlò Cobra mentre già la sua ombra spariva ad di là della porta dello scantinato -Vedrai!!-
Filtro si sedette esausto sul divano che occupava per tutta la lunghezza una parete di quel buco che chiamava casa, with a warm beer in hand and a cigarette between his lips, and looked on the shelf of his treasures: old movies on DVD, some very rare videos, cartoons from the pages yellowed books. He thought the future was not as if they imagined the great directors of the past: the land had not been swallowed by the waters as Waterworld, there was the bizarre technologies Nirvana, and it was not terrible as in 1984 , fortunately. Of course the book was among the many premonitions, the more valid because he had predicted what would be the instruments of power and uselessness of repressive groped to oppose it. Perhaps he had not led to a situation foretold by Orwell was only because there was no need, because humanity was shown to be more docile than expected ... or not?
filter if it was lost in these reflections inconclusive, stunned by the heat of the day, when he heard a knock at the door.
-Go away! - Shouted, almost crying, it was burdened by the weight of his wandering. But the knock from the outside did not stop, indeed, continued constant and insistent preoccupation with the left of a point from beyond the grave. When the ringing of a knock on the wooden door had invaded his head like the sound amplified to each echo, unnerved got up and opened the door nervously.
first recognized Aldo, or what was left, if one be a man bent side barely covered by a few tattered rags, and under those rags soiled dirty wounds with dried blood. A filter choked on the last swig of beer and was forced to cough loud and do what ever would in ordinary circumstances, he dropped his cigarette and stepped back giving themselves heavy blow on the chest, as if to spit out the malted beverage that had gone down the wrong pipe. Those few steps back allowed him a more complete view of those who came to visit him. If you could think of the jambs of a door as a frame it seems that the picture element is di un pittore psicopatico con uno spiccato senso dell’orrido e del meticcio. Da un lato la figura che abbiamo descritto, dall’altro colui che a suo tempo si era fatto chiamare Charles Logan, solo un po’ più pallido, d’un pallore messo in risalto dalle macchie livide che gli si gonfiavano in volto. Tra i due Sheena avanzava più come una pantera che come la ragazza che era stata e dietro di loro un Cobra dalla ritrovata imponenza, rianimato da un nuovo senso di viscida velenosità, pareva guidarli non come un pastore che conduce le sue pecore ma come un falconiere che libera il suo rapace.
-Prendetelo!- urlò, allungando un dito nero tempestato di anelli ingioiellati.
-N-no!- filter with a strangled voice faltered, while Logan and the Aldo you were meeting uglier than ever. They took him by the arms, one right and one to the left, despite his fists and smanacciare he did, wearing clung like animals, like monkeys who cling to the branch. Then Sheena stepped forward, tall and bold, but not less worn than others, untidy hair, witch, old or shabby. The flesh of his face, that part which is above the cheeks and just below the eyes, was unusually hollow and her smile looked sickly or unhealthy. Heading straight to his faded blue jeans, the zipper of his pants faded, regardless of kicking and "what the fuck!" Filter.
-Stand still, ugly smoker! - Aldo said, brushing her face with her lips, investing it with a pestilential breath, while with one hand helped Sheena to trargli the penis out of pants. Sheena threw her arms around his neck and climbed on the thighs tightening around his calves and iliac bone just below her buttocks, Aldo took his cock between her fingers and accompanied him in black woman's vagina. First filter did not feel any kind of excitement but only a sense of repulsion. Then she felt his penis swell, slowly, begin to throb, to fill with blood. Sheena pelvic movements that seemed to enjoy her sexual organ as the sweetest of delicacies and the impossibility di opporre resistenza a quell’atto sessuale, perché Aldo e Logan lo tenevano inchiodato al pavimento, lo spinsero alla deriva in un vasto mare erotico e scarlatto. Chiuse gli occhi dimenticando il lato mostruoso della creatura con cui stava chiavando mordendosi il labbro inferiore con gli incisivi. Quando però tornò a sollevare le palpebre si vide davanti un faccione che lo guardava con due occhi grandi, rossi e sporgenti; due occhi che aveva sempre avuto vicino, ma che non aveva mai potuto vedere. Non fece in tempo a dir nulla; con un movimento deciso Cobra gli afferrò il capo con entrambe le sue robuste mani e gli girò il collo torcendolo oltre gli umani limiti, godendosi il secco scricchiolio delle sue vertebre cervicali. Poi si rimise gli dark glasses and turned away.
If his assumption was correct Cobra would soon have to meet the physical dependence of four creatures hungry, ready to do anything of substance that would have allowed them to not rot like walking corpses. If the virus had also transmitted through sexual filter would soon become as fierce as Sheena, livid as Logan, repulsive as Aldo, and like the other three, in need of its experienced hands when handling mandrakes and thorn apple. Cobra others left the apartment and, once on the road, phoned one of his trusted servant to order a large quantity of raw materials needed for the preparation of your medication. When he left the conversation went to the door of an ATM, insert your credit card, typed in the code and required a substantial withdrawal. But at this point was a surprise of the most unwanted. The writing on the screen told him that his credit was exhausted. Cobra turned white (as can whiten a black man), he repeated the operation, took the cash the other two, sometimes three. While sweating with excitement, hitting the keys of the strongest automatic machine, a security guard came out of the bank and came up with to-severe
a problem, sir? - Asked studying
Cobra realized that they had observed through the monitor and glassy eyes of the cameras, and his conduct had aroused suspicions.
-N-no, "replied nervously, es'allontanò dodging questions.
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