Last party

    Does a void occupy anything? If so, it occupied John's mind. And then, between one trace of thought and another he could have some will. The problem is that so much emptiness took away any opportunity to care about something. His will was to kill in the other who had already died in himself. 

    There was a neighborhood near the city center where parties lasted into the early hours. John would take his car and go to the door of the club at times when few people were leaving and offer a lift for any woman. After some "no" he always got a "yes, thank you". John would ask the destination and follow the right path to reach him. The person in the passenger seat even exchanged ideas with that kind-hearted man who was going to make his night better. A few feet before the destination, John would stop the car, look sweetly to the right, and suddenly, without the victim knowing where was from, he drew a knife and struck the air with no definite target.

    This time he hit the rib. Then he smiled and got out of the car. He turned and opened the door for the victim to come down. He says "come down" and the person in front of him even tries, but fear makes the pain and disability greater. Then John grabs the girl and throws her to the floor. In the face of despair - a truly remarkable and beautiful feeling - John smiles again. Breaking the silence his voice echoes in the streets without life:

_You have 1 minute to get to your house.

     John lights a cigarette and touches into the car. While each drag seems to get sweeter, to its victim every centimeter seems to be more impossible to reach. Six drags and a half meters later, John walks slowly. The victim, in turn, swallows some air with a few drops of illusion to speed up as if it is not too late. John takes the woman by the hair, smells the conditioner mingling with the smell of dread, smiles as he had not smiled before and sticking another throat that did not even have time to scream for the last time.

    John moves on. What he did is routine; It's part of a world that impoverishes faster than him blows. John goes back behind the wheel and his mind goes back resemble those streets. The stillness will last many hours until he miss killing again. Until then he returns to his home to later devote himself to work in the NGO that rescues young people from prostitution. After all, each one helps the world as can.