Johnny Three Fingers [Ask to enter]

the boy's face showed fear, a unimaginable terror .he had gone out to the streets of NY to do what he used to do when he needed a bit of that magical substance that help him to runaway from reality. the harsh reality that he have to lived because he had not chosen to live on the street. but the circumstances made it a common and vulgar thief. sometimes the need exceded the will , the doses each time lasted less and he had to continued stealing.
sometimes he meet with some colleagues who had done at the nearest police or in the alleys. and they tell him these stories of failed robberies ,about of how they had been left unconscious by a girl of 12 years old who had just glared at they.the mutants were a hard nut to crack, but not everyone could do somethings about a bad guys jumping in his way. but there was no way to know .when someone tried to rob was always the possibility that he/she was a mutant and let the unlucky thief unconscious or half dead on the floor. the mutants were dangerous, and more those who didnt know how to control their abilities ... the anguish and despair generated in the robbery attempt to exploit the powers of those damned creatures,the mutants. There was no other way to call them.
but the need called , he knew that the only way was to satisfied it or he would start trembling and felt cold. in his head was only room for one thing, Valium. Valium helped him to sleep at night. sometimes the effect was the opposite and ended a little hyperactive and aggressive.
the sun didnt had fallen, but he needed it. he wanted it.

He left his refuge,he could not call it differently. it was not his home, neither was a house .it was only four walls with a roof. almost all the windows were covered by wood. the neighborhood in general was not very different.
it was a ¨small paradise for addicts¨ like he used to call it , there was a place for a few sellers and many more addicts who had nothing more than the ruined houses that were there. Most of the houses were occupied illegally, but no one bothered them because they were there. locked into their little world away from normal people.
ending this little paradise, the houses were already starting to look fairly normal. But there is still many blocks ahead to a neighborhood to get a decent thing to rob.
As he walked he discovered the pigeon that he was needed. a young girl about 20 years or so, he went out alone. walking casual , listening to music . the bag should have a little money, a cell and she was listening to a mp3.he would not get much from that but it was enough for a couple of doses.
Johnny had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, it was worn out but still worked well . his left hand was playing with a knife. he knew what he was doing,he had done it so many times. not many people dared to resist when a knife caresses her/his neck.
the mutants were the exception, they oppose much resistance. sometimes wanting , sometimes unintentionally but these were really terrifying creatures. he hated them but he feared them too.
The procedure was almost routininary, he approached for her back pulling back his knife. with the right hand he covered his mouth and with the knife in his left hand making a little pressure on his neck.
His voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring. in other circumstances this would have been incredibly seductive but what resulted was something else. she knew he had full control over the situation , also that he had done this thousands of times. he could open a wound in her neck with a single move.
As he expected, the girl cooperate and gave everything he asked. tears crossed her face but she didnt screamed , her voice was certainly gone by the shock.

Fausto saw it at all, hidden in the doorway of a house. he was waiting the moment when she started to run forward without looking back as he surely would have said to her.
The girl walked away, the thief had not done anything bad to her. Fausto smiled and started walking towards the thief, his eyes brighted of pleasure and rage. that guy was not much larger than him perhaps he was reaching the 18.
chance, fate, karma or any of those things made Fausto change his usual way and he took another street and guess what he found . a thief .
he walked straight toward the boy who was there waiting, watching as his victim walked away, he thought that nobody had seen the scene but he was mistaken. Fausto approached still with a smile showing his teeth when the distance was short enought he just hit him in the mouth of the stomach with his right hand and shaked his head with the left. John stagger the way to the floor, his eyes could not focus well. he did not understand what was happening. a child of 15 years was hitting him without reason . unintentionally he recalled all the stories that he had been heared, that child was probably a mutant. his eyes and his face reflected the fear he felt knowing that.
¨whats you name? ¨ his voice sounds cold, but full of contempt.
he trembled at the voice and reply quick reply . it was better that way because that crazy man thar hit him looked very impatient ¨ John¨ he babble almost whispering.
"Put out your dominant hand scumbag!" Fausto ordered, but he did not react, Fausto had to request it again. and he did it so eagerly. he was no hurry but he wanted to impose the punishment as soon as possible, john^s face just made him to wish it more .john was afraid but he had hatred in his eyes. hatred for mutants.
¨are you sure that this is your dominant hand? if you lie I'm going to have to cut off the two hands ¨ John^s face turned into mask of indescriptable horror .that mutant was going to cut his hands ,both hands if he couldnt make him believe his left hand was his dominant . he moved his head desperately trying to seems sincere, the tears began to fall from his eyes.
Fausto grabbed the hand that john extended to him , it was the left. Fausto grabbed his hand by the wrist strongly and put his mouth closer to those trembling fingers. his hand, his arm, the boy was shaking with fear. he was paralyzed, he knew that it was absolutely inevitable.
Fausto's teeth closed around the Ring Finger and Pinkie Finger, the teeth impregnated in saliva burned his skin with the touch and made his way through his skin . the wound was closed in an ugly scar of melted flesh, there was no blood anywhere.
Fausto spat the remaining of those sinners fingers , he did not want to eat them but the acid acted a bit, his fingers had been worn out . the best doctors couldnt put them together anymore , John simply dropped to the floor on his back .
¨I hope you think twice before stealing again Johnny Three Fingers. or we will see each other again and maybe you will become Johnny One Handed ¨ The children made a radiant smile to the one laying in the ground and continued walking giving his back to john, he was not a threat at the moment. not in a state of shock that he was. He turned to watch his victim once again.
¨ Iron Mouth is my name, you will remember that if you are smart¨