Justice - Lex Aeterna

Undoubtedly one of the more chaotic cities on the world, not because the world does not have a worst city where thieves are murdered in the public park in front of a crowd that moans of pleasure with every drop of blood that hit the soil . There are even places where the explosions and military attacks are things of every day. but what makes New York so chaotic and so seductive is that nobody seems to care what happens to the others. Each deals with his own problems , and only a few fools worry about the rest. The sirens of police's cars buzzed above the noise of traffic, the car's horns cried in protest answering the incessant siren announcing that an emergency that no one seemed to want to see happened , everyone was hurry to reach their homes no matter who was shot in the street blocking the passage. Walking through the main streets made almost impossible to listen to one's own thoughts, so the boy took one of the side streets he did not traveled for a long time . He had missed both , the streets full of chaos and at the same time full of something impossible to identify , that thing that makes one feel more secure , in home .

He turned in one of the streets to at least listen at his own thoughts but he achieving to hear much more, a cry. a heartbreaking cry of terror and despair that was hard to ignore. people in nearby buildings just closed the windows and waited to see what had happened that night on the news in the morning if the body was found. ¨ Cowards ¨ He muttered while hurriedly procedure to where the sound came . the howls were steady but were losing the intensity, the girl was overcome by despair, she knew that nobody would help. no one would be near there, crazy enought to try something. Fausto certainly was a little crazy , and his twisted sense of justice make him unable to see another answer, to call the police was a waste of time although they were about four or five blocks away they would not arrive until thier visit lost any sense . shout for help was useless as well, she was trying and nobody was as crazy as him to answer the call.

That call seduced him , it was not the cry of a desperate young woman in a desperate situation, was the cry of Justice calling for his presence. for anyone else would be a heartbreaking senseless cry but for him it sounded clearly as crystal in his head. Iron Mouth. He was called by justice, it was time to make ¨her¨ presence materialize, such people could only deserve the worst degree of justice.
There was the girl who screamed pushed against the wall of the alley almost bare chested , there was the stupid leading the cries over her putting his hands everywhere, with one hand on the girl's mouth and the other in his pants. The girl shake her body hard to obtain freedon but the strengh of his attacker was more violently pressing her with his own body to the floor to hold her there while he take his pants off.

His masculinity was hanging down from his pants half way down , drops of saliva fell from his mouth, he smiled, laughed, he gave orders to the poor girl, he licked her face with that nasty tongue . A quick search around was enough to find the weapon that would made it perfect. Despite he had his own weapons hidden he preferred to use any object. a red brick ,heavy but easy to handle . Iron Mouth smiled, it was not a smile of joy or satisfaction was just a smile. The man was so stupid that not even notice when Fausto came running into the alley, when he realized it was too late. the brick broke in his head with anger, his skull was struck violently displacing his brain inside the skull leaving him unconscious. the wound was not deep but bled a lot, his head moved in one direction while the body strives to maintain his position. it did not succeed and slumped to one side by the inertia of the hit.

The girl could not believe what she saw. a teenager killed the one who tried to rape her, she did not know whether to thank him or to stand up and start running to hide from the little monster. she could not do it anyway , the fear paralyzes her muscles, the man who just a few seconds ago was lying on the ground with a serious wound on the head slowly stand up from the ground making a superhuman effort standing to keep the balance still dizzy and disoriented without the ability to focus well. his view was twofold, completely understandable for the blow he had received , the blow that should have been left unconscious for several hours or killed a common man . ¨you bastard , do you know how is going to hurt tomorrow ? ¨ the child turned around, he stopped looking at the poor victim to look at the guilty. ¨ the worse degree of justice¨ He said aloud without hesitation while skillfully took the knife which was hidden in a pocket inside his jacket. That night he played judge and executioner. He had already given the verdict, now he only need to make it true .

Fausto jumped toward his prey with the speed of a tiger, his attack had no skill or technique but it worked , he just throw his whole body against the man against the nearest wall . the rapist did not respond, the wound in his head had been healed but he still felt the effects of the heavy blow that hit his brain. the boy shot several kicks to the man's crotch, the rapist was crying but he did not care, all that guided him was his anger.He slowly licked the two sides of the knife's sheet leaving it totally impregnated in his saliva. The knife in his hands danced with a quick movement until it penetrated in his liver as if it was the claw of a big animal , the knife slowly ate the flesh which a enormous speed the wound was converted into a hole in his flesh, muscles and organs. the wound was deep but the walls of that grim cave was made of melted flesh , it's veins were sealed, the wound does not bleed. the knee of the child crushed the rapist's genitals while he moved the knife enlarging the wound. it was not enough punishment . He started to eat pieces of meat and shirt while the rapist screamed desperately , he threw blows that hit the boy but he was immutable, anger allowed him to avoid the pain. the wounds of the man healed quickly even with a very important organ as the liver drilled, the knife was still stuck in the liver to prevent regeneration but this only causes more pain to the man unable to do anything more than that . the howling man occupied now the place that previously occupied the sobs of the women, causing him a terrible pain with every bite when his flesh was torn and burned at the same time.

He did not die , that stupid mutant was still alive . No matter how many times he bite him the wound regenerated. far more slowly than the first times but still regenerated. The anger gave way to impatience with such superficial bites may not kill him. He grabbed the knife that was thrust into his liver and nail it quickly into his jugular,the man let out his last groan drowned in blood . With a quick clean movement the throat of the man opened with a big wound that crossed across it, the blood fell as a cascade of the newly formed wound, the flesh slowly tried to fill the gap he had created but the fingers of Fausto fought to separate the flesh from closed the wound. His hands were completely covered with blood, as well as his nose, forehead and cheeks as his mouth sank in the crescent-shaped wound in his throat. The boy licked and bite the meat while fedding from it opening the wound with the knife extending it to completely cut the head of the unfortunate mutant.
A constant noise penetrated his trance. It was the police who arrived late to catch the thief but early to hunt the hero. Iron Mouth stand up faster and even more faster he started to run towards the exit of the alley, then to the right to leave up to a busy street. The woman was not there , she should have ran and he did not notice it . He was busy trying to punish that stupid man . ¨ Arthur, Arthur ... i am right here! ¨ Just when the child put a foot on the sidewalk a car brake violently a few steps away from where he was. Fausto opened the back door and jumped in at the same time as Arthur pressed the accelerator, the car came out and scratched the pavement as it advanced toward the mansion dodging some cars . no one followed them , the police surely was still watching the cadaver .