The Turtle and the Lizard

“Soy..monstruo..que nadie amaría, solo, la gente mala.¿Por qué nací en este infierno llamado existencia? No importa, tomaría las precauciones adecuadas en mi vida.” The pencil strokes across the white sheets of paper, writing each word with hopelessness from the author’s heart. All that was left of her miserable life was her books that she could grab when she entered the wilderness of the city, a few of her favorite chocolate bars that were her dinner, and her journal of events that happened when she was a child. 

Such wonderful moments like she wasn’t that close with her parents as they would rather spend their time working on the bodega since this is the dream of any foreign immigrant except their daughter. 

Except for her beloved Abuelo, who was a bright old man who often scolded her parents who neglecting his grandchild, yet they ignored his warnings. She remembers times when she was little, he would tell stories of his time while they baked cookies. Most were about him wooing the many women he hooked up with or offering advice and lessons he learned in his youth.

“La vida es un violador que te sigue quitando la dignidad, a menos que tú se lo permitas.” He would say that she couldn’t understand until now.

“There is our specimen, now get her!” She didn’t have to say anything before grabbing her stuff and running down the street as the men chased after her.

“Los hombres malos me encontraron!!!” She said in her trembling voice, as she could hear their footsteps, rapidly approaching her. Now regretting taking refuge in the city’s local park if eventually someone may spot a five-foot-two water monitor abomination roaming the lake region.

“If you morons lose this specimen, I would cut up all of your nuts and turn them into my jar of idiots who failed me, got it?” The army men winced at their commander’s threat since none of them wanted their reproductive organs unwillingly removed.

“Aye commander alright boys go to pro call B-34 for extra force.” His men nodded in agreement and aimed at their moving target. Luckily the young mutant barely got hit with the darts that would knock her out instantly and god knows what they would do to her. The more encouragement to get the hell out of there.  She looked to her right and saw the pond and remembered a spot where she could hide, but the problem was it was underwater where there could be more danger. 

“Aim…fire!!” The gun fired and the darts missed their target by a long shot when she deployed into the cold depths of the body of water. At first, she couldn’t see anything until her reptilian vision kicked in, and used her strong swimming strokes to the opening between the rocks. 

“Shit! We lost--

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST HER!?” The commander chief exclaimed through an earpiece. 

“We kinda lost her at  the lake, sir?”

“Unless you don’t want to be neutered, then I advise you to take your happy ass into that disgusting water and find her, now!” He demanded. The men sigh and retreat to their vehicle to collect their scuba gear.  Once they left, a few small bubbles gurgled on the surface of the water when the mutant lizard emerged to the surface from some fresh oxygen.

“¿Por qué todos me quieren por malos razonamientos? no puedo tomarlo.” Once she dragged her now cold wet body, she headed to the city where one of the tall buildings caught her eye. This triggers something deep inside her to her next final task in hand.

“¿Por qué no entregarme... cuando esté muerto?”

(Sorry, if I made this chapter a little too short.  I just wanted to add a little suspense to this scene.)