Antorcha wakes up. Her eyes refusing to open at first. Her feet dragging, her tired soul so annoyed from the waking point. Here, putting her "jail uniform" infront of her big and pretty simple mirror. The "Uniform" turns out to be a long black tunic with a hood and yellow bones painted very simply but in a nice way. A simbol of what people expect from her. A talisman to protect her.
Even in this horrible and hot sumer she is supposed to be covered like that so at least to feel some freedom Antorcha put on shorts and a trank top. What she does with her clothes under the tunic is her bussiness. Her own choise.
The eyes had lost their sparcle and her skin, dark from the beggining of her life was getting every month just paler and paler.
Antorcha sighs while trying to fix her hair. It wasn't going to be long since her iniciation.
The sound of dragging feet tell the mother in the kitchen her daughter was approaching.
Antorcha sits infront of the mother, her eyes looking right behind her while grabbing a piece of toast. She can't show her face. She is never allowed to do so. Just looking at her makes people feel like she does. Nobody can help Antorcha with that. It is just like light: It spreads and reaches everywhere unless you block it from your view.
-Well, how am I today?- Sais the mother cheerfully. Antorcha stares at the greenish and blue entity behind her own mother and shurgs.
-The guy I brought is still there.- Torch lifts a bit the white skull mask she has to take a bite of the dry toast. Anything is better than talking.
-So? How is it?. -Antorcha takes a while to munch what she has in her mouth.
-I already told you mom.
-Then, tell me again. - The guy behind the mother didn't change a lot. Antorcha tells the mother that his golden eyes are still on, that there are still pieced of ribbon arround him, connecting his own body to hers, that her own ribbons looks more and more like his and that she couldn't see his whole face. Antorcha is tired of being people's mirrow. She looks back at her own breakfasts and continues talking after another bite.- Don't get too happy. I see health but other people don't use guys to stay healthy.
-Ah, you know we do. -The cheerful tone of her own mother just made Antorcha want to puke. How could she know? She didn't have to see everyone. Did she? No. Antorcha was alone in this and soon....Even more alone.
Antorcha looks up, feeling emptiness in her gut. She stands up and smiles.
-It was delicious. Thanks.- Even when her tone was happy her face didn't show that same feeling. The mother didn't notice it.
-Torch, baby.... It will soon be your turn. I can't be more proud of you.
Her turn is going to be just be part of her mom's religious group. There was not even a day that she doesn't regret have healed her mom's friend or a neighbour or have made a couple of curses vanish or ghosts leave a house like you would with a cat from the street. Her gift only makes her a tool and tools must be protected. Torch have know this for a long time and she knows the amount of money she will produce.
"I am the Hen with the golden eggs, I guess" she tells herself daily. "Nothing wrong about being better than a doctor, right?".
She just know she is not better than anyone. Antorcha goes to the front door. A van with covered windows is waiting for her. Antorcha takes nothing with her and simply gets on. She knows it's gonna be a long day without breaks.
That night she come home to find both of her parents asleep. With book in hand she sneaks into her bedroom without turning lights on. Page by page Antorcha tear the book into pieces on a plate and light it in the middle of the darkness. She pulls off the tunic and starts ripping parts off. Her face never changing even under the white skull mask. She eventually looks up at the mirror. The light of the book still burning gives the mask she has right now this pale yellow tone. Just like the one of her tunic.
Antorcha has enough. She wants to be herself. To be someone. Not a freaking tool to see what is following you, not to burn and purify spirits. She wants to be a human. To bleed and to experience and....Just be the teen she never could be....Being 24 wasn't helping her feel less than a person, just more lost.
Antorcha fowns and presses a hand on the mirror, closing her eyes tightly.
-I am tired.... Make it stop! COME ON! STOP IT! SAY NO!
The moment she opens her eyes she can see a black figure behind her. Red cat like pupils shinning behind her. The fear is so great that Antorcha can bearly breath. The creature emits a sound similar to a male talking but not quite. There is this melodic tone that makes anyone listen knowing it should not exist and try to forget about the sound.
-You....Need to ask... for a favor.
-A--ah....W--why?- By now she should be used to entities and such but she never saw anything alone or in the dark. Nothing behind her.
-You...Want ....A favor..... I make requests real.....At least yours will be easy....- Antorcha can feel her eyes water a bit since she haven't been blinking.
-W--what do I want?
-You want ...to stop. I will make it stop.- antorcha then gasps.
-You can't make me stop seeing your people. I don't hate seeing you, I hate just being used.
-Not.... A problem.... I was going to....Steal your eyes.
- Don't.- Her tone was incredibly firm for the moment but then the fear strikes her again, even more painful and deep than before.
-I can make you....Strong enought to face them....And they will listen.
-Y--you can? You said it was--... -The creature interupts.
-A favor. It means I need you to write down your name...date.....sing it...Owe me a favor. I'll then ask, when time comes.... For you to do something..... I don't know when. I will...Live a lot....And so you will.
-I know that type of things. You can curse people with that kind of information.
-...Yes...But you burn curses.....-The light from the fire was getting weaker.- Owe me a favor....You'll find enough strenth to face anyone...To become a Strong Person....Please?
The last "please" makes her giggles a bit, making all fear leave her body. She picks the remains of the book that haven't been burnt yet and write down what he wants.
-Deal. Make me strong.- She handles the piece of paper over her left shoulder to the entity without turning.
-A Strong Person you will....
The light from the book dies....And so does Antorcha.
Antorcha Guerrero is found the following day with deep cuts. Her whole neck is missing. Two diagonal slices of her torso too, each in different dirrections but without crossing. Her wrists too and the upper part of her tights's flesh and skin is also missing. Blood makes a pool under her body. From her tunic there is nothing left but a vest with the hood, only skull and ribs showing on it but nothing more.
Detectives couldn't tell at first how it happened. The cuts weren't made with anything arround the house but it was suggested that an expert did it since the cuts were simply perfect, like if they were errased from existence.
People that were in charge of the autopsy were put under trial since, well, the body disapeared under they watch. Later tapes were not shown to the public. How could they? How could anyone show that a corpse with the head and other parts of their body disconnected got up, panics, walks in circles, gets someoe's labcoat and walk away from the facility? The blood stais that were found that day were confirmed to be related to the victim's but still to this day it never dried out. Not the samples in the crimescene or the ones in a latter found lab coat.