Chapter 7.

Malevo.

However, a huge rain fell during the night, which was the perfect scenario for what was to come. A sixty six year old man was using an axe to dismember another man in the middle of the road.

 The victim was crawling along the pavement, begging for mercy, but the lethal killer let out a sinister laugh and said: ¿Is there any justification for killing when the rain erases all traces?

Following this, the axe fell on the man's foot, who let out a scream while covering his face with tears and the rain fell on both of them. Then, the ruthless man said to him: ¿What do you prefer, red tights or high-tension cables? With his throat trembling, the victim could only scream: Help, they just cut off my foot, someone help me…

The old man replied: Perfect, then it will be the high-tension cables. Following this, the axe began to fall on his other foot, chopping his calves in three places. The man's vision was blurred, the pain was unbearable.

He was alive, but he knew he would be dead in a few minutes. So the old man cut his wrists and walked away. By this time, the victim could not even crawl. He knew his final fate was to wait patiently for death. He had already lost too much blood and his breathing was beginning to fail.

Then, the old man appeared again, but this time with a metal box from which he took high-tension cables. He arranged the parts he had removed from the man's body as if they were a nice Christmas light decoration and carried him to the entrance of the Medusa forest, which was empty.

On one of his oak trees, he put that high-tension cable redesigned to make Christmas lights and, at the top, like the star, the body of the man, broken and already dead.

The old man said: I still remember when I committed this crime the first time, but so young. My memory has to continue bringing the inspiration of my youth. I have to remember everything and my precious is helping me.

I just have to go back and look at the files again. I have to find my strength to know what point I failed at, because I lost my memory back then which kept me anonymous for so many years.

This wasn't your typical grandfather who gives you cookies on Christmas. This was someone malevolent trying to piece together the jumbled puzzle that was in his mind, remembering past and present so he could get inspiration for the future.

He didn't need a clear justification to do it because he loved the pleasure he got from taking someone's life. This was a fetish that obsessed him to the bone. Just thinking that someone was dying by his hands made him rejoice and feel like a walking god.

But to be a God you need good cards to play, and it was clear that the weather would always be his favorite ace up his sleeve. ¿How to stop the rain from washing away the footprints or stop the wind from blowing so hard? There are things that, no matter how much you want to punish them, a man cannot do because he is a mere mortal.