(this happen the night after this)

Fausto was alone in his beedroom , he was sit in his bed alone , staring at the closed door .a closed door that remind him the feeling of lonely and absolute sorrow he felt in the funeral. He felt himself doing all the things wrong , no matter how hard he tried he ended messed up the situation , he needed to be more strong , but he couldnt avoid thinking in the family of that man and the sorrow inside his own soul. perhaps to gain strengh i needed to lost humanity, but that though scared him more than any other thing .

i have this feeling of sorrow carved under my skin , i cant just let it go . perhaps i have to tear up my skin and look below for the sorrow , yes that is the answer .

He was possessed, his mind broken or sealed in another place ... he was mad thinking in stupid things trying to figure a way to tear up his own skin . he licked his left wrist , the most superficial cape of skin melted completely in a line letting his skin damage due to dehydration and the heat liberated by the reaction with water; the human body is made of 90% water ... so the corrosive element are highly hazards. his temporal Insanity dont let him felt the heat and pain a normal people would find unsupportable. he was just losing his mind ...

the sorrow is still here ... i need to tell someone what i did , i need to shout to all the world that i am a murderer . i need to say how i feel , thats the answer , yes ..

he quickly grabbed a notebook and started to write at a increible speed , his right hand moved faster while the pencil was drawing all the letters made his appearance in the paper. he didnt care about the harm in his left wrist , but it was really awful to saw. the superficial skin was melted , and the second cape of it was red as a tomatoe , the heat dehydrate the zone.

i didnt has a backup plan and i dont have one now neither, cuz i was really sure i was doing the correct thing , i though i was a good boy making a bad a thing for the sake of innocent peoples but to save a few souls i made more innocents people suffer the same destiny of lonely they gave me when they killed my parents . i though i was only bringing a curse upon my soul but i bring it to all the peoples i wanted to protect too .
now i am cursed with a awful sorrow. i dont know why i am making this letter or who will read it, perhaps i am making it to confort myself and convince my soul and mind that i am a good boy ... mom always said i was a good boy but she is dead now ... i cant ask her if she still think i am good. but perhaps this letter is for my Creator and i am trying to gain redemtion with this .
i dont know the answer and i am glad with that ignorance.
i am not ashame of the murder but i feel bad cause i ruined a family . i dont feel bad for the one that is dead , i am feeling bad for the ones that are still alive.

he look at his left wrist for first time ... his hand was hurting , he was feeling the pain of the burn more strong than before . but he continue writing quickly , he needed to finish the confession before going to see Doc Prof.

you will say that i am stupid cuz i am making that confesion all of a suden , perhaps you are right. you will think i am a demon , a mistake of nature that need to be erase, a thing even more useless than the worst trash . perhaps you are right, perhaps i am a useless trash... but in that case , why i feel myself above humanity ?
i feel too lonely, but i am not really alone . i have a lot of people that care about me , i am not alone . and i am really glad for that .

After finished the confession the next step was the infirmary , Doc Prof was a little angry with him , not for the late hour of the visit but because he hurt himself without reason or common sense . Despite that he did his best to heal his wrist quickly and a wet wristband would help to calm down the burn sensation .
It was really late , but Fausto didnt wanted to go to sleep , with the though running in his head and the confession in his hand he went to the library to show to all the world that he was a murderer trying to gain redemption.
what is the place where you can say anything without problems ? the answer is really simple , Internet . You just have to make a blog and you can put all your thoughs in the net , nobody would complain about it , nobody would send the cops cuz propably nobody would believe you are a real murderer . but that work perfectly doing the trick of a confession .

His email address was banned for not login often but after a few clicks the email address was working again . that is the only thing needed to made a blog and say what you want to all the world .
The confession was almost the same , but he describe every detail of the funeral and when he was writing it .
He also describe himself like ¨the mutant that will conquer the world ¨ ... Perhaps that arrogant way to see the things give him strength , no all the people like that part of his personality ...but he is just the way he is ...
The sun was raising in the horizon when he ended with the rewrite of the writing .he didnt wanted to go the kitchen like every morning , he was really tired after a very long day . he went directly to his bed hoping to have any mail or commentary when he wake up .

The sun had risen a few minutes ago but Fausto was awake almost two hours ago . he did his usual round in the mansion , passing through the kitchen for a fast breakfast . he didn't encounter someone because it was really earlier.
The library was really quiet at that hour, however it become crowded in the evening. the chilly wind outside make the library (with lots of interesting books and computers with internet ) a perfect place to be warm and have fun .

Lots of people like the books more than the trees or grass , Fausto like both .
But he hate the cold weather so his options were reduce to find something interesting to do inside.
He made a blog a few days ago , he didnt pay much attention to that kind of things. by the way , the blog was a desperate try to feel himself better.
He felt like he was carry the corpse of the dead man in his shoulders , he needed to share the weight.
Against all the predictions, someone answered him.

Uinma had explored the mansion thoroughly on the first day he had been there, correlating all of the little drawings on the map with the actual images he compiled in his head. That next day, he was heading for the library, to read some about america and it's history, and France as well, if he had time before lunch. He had already eaten breakfast when he woke up many hours earlier, and it wasn't yet lunchtime. In fact, he noticed that most people weren't up.

Thus, it surprised Uinma that, when he walked into the library, there was already someone there. That someone seemed to be about Uinma's age. I wonder if maybe we could do stuff together. This place looks exciting, but I'm sure I'll get bored sometimes. It'll help to have a friend.

Uinma walked over to the table where the boy was sitting, and said "Hello."

He could read only three enigmatic words in the beginning of the mail ¨I want you ¨ without context didn't mean anything in particular . He jumped off his chair before ended the rest of the line , a boy voice said hello in a normal way but his voice breaking the silence scared Fausto a lot , the place was really really quiet .
He turn his sight to the boy , he seems to be a boy almost at his same age . he used the hair almost at his shoulders with beads with small carved animals in them , that made him seems ¨cool¨ in some way .
¨Hello !! what are you doing at this hour in the library ? you scared me a lot , i almost die from a heart attack ¨ Fausto laughed when he finished the line .

At first look the boy seemed to be a normal boy but when you took the time to think a little ... the beads in his hair were a little weird , well perhaps it was only a thing of the moment . lots of people use weird accessories only cause all the world is using that ... the globalization made that possible , but at the same time it ended with lots of regional products ... now you could saw lots of people using kanjis in his t shirt even when they didnt know what the hell is wrote there , is really annoying .
And he seem to be a little light dressed for the weather outside ...whatever.
Fausto get up and walked toward him with his right hand extended for a hand shake .

¨my name is Fausto Martense , how are you ... ?¨