ink-chapter five: Buttler and Sons...... The dog smoked one of his favorites and typical cigars, the drawing exhaled strongly the smoke like a locomotive but that did not matter now, I was nervous in the presence of my boss and more when he had called me in specific, slowly I approach the table to take seat but the bark of the dog stopped me - do not get comfortable walter !! -, * wait, who is walter ?! * I thought -amm sir I do not call me walter ...- I replied calmly to the boss,
-then you are prescott ...-
"Prescott is one of your sons, sir, I'm Will from the nightly news section." I say trying kept the calm, "... nightly news," he said, -sit down will-. The old drawing after calling his secretary to quote Walter to his office later turned to the window that gave a perfect air view of the city, -well take into account that you and Walter work in this same company, MY company, I fear That I must give you the same warning as all of them so as head of this company I must inform you that the promotion to another channel an
ink-chapter four: New Day, Same Channel...Everything was dark. There was only newspaper sheets on the floor and old photographs of strangers hanging and joined with thin threads as if they were fine cobwebs, there were stains of old ink that had not been used again, the boy looked around but it was empty the place around him, a feeling inside him shuddered causing chills, he kept walking in the dark until for some reason he looked at his body and saw how his trace was disappearing showing the sketch in blue pencil and his white paper, he was beginning to disappear, falling into a dark abyss, an old film tape was running fast overhead; A buzzing and repetitive sound was heard closer and closer as he fell faster, the boy turned to the front and looked at the ground right in front of him, he closed his eyes waiting for the blow, and at the moment he felt the fall on the ground he realize it was the floor of the room of his apartment.
The alarm clock sounded its alarm at 7:30, causing the boy react to having fallen out of bed for
ink-chapter one- only textthe beginning...
The somber scene helped the body lying on the ground, while the dark causing silhouette of the "murder" watched carefully as spilled ink which was still in the body of the drawing, distant sirens of patrols not worriedhim, he perfectly knew they would not arrive in time, It turn to another witness who was on the floor watching with horror the body of his partner... - ¿What do you want?, Why are you doing this?-the police officer who was still alive claimed him with fear, but there was no response until after a few minutes... - I just look for something that I do not own... rather than of its "class" took of me and now I will take it back!-replied the mysterious creature pouncing on the last witness of the murder with a squeal, a far away from pain and agony cry was heard followed in the dark night of Ashby city: the city of the channels...