El copycat./ The copycat.

La violencia era parte de su personalidad, de sus instintos, de su propia genética. Su probada incompetencia en diversos aspectos de su vida no le dejaba dormir en las largas noches de aquel lugar. La cama sonaba en medio de la noche antes cualquier movimiento, el sudor frio de su frente le despertaba y movía la almohada  mojada para ver si podía recuperar  el contacto con la realidad mientras leía la hora en el reloj cuckoo azul que se encontraba en la pared. El día siguiente se levantó  con el mismo desespero, otro día bajo custodia. Sus captores le trataban con indiferencia pero con relativo respeto, por las altas cifras de dinero que pagaban sus protectores, sin embargo ellos mismo no sabían qué hacer con él. Ellos entendían que un criminal de su medida no tendría mucho tiempo en la calles sin ser atrapado de nuevo. La gente del pueblo ya sabía su historia, sus métodos, sus formas de actuar y no le darían oportunidad para que le destruyera la vida a otra pobre víctima. Le seguían educando y enseñando oficios propios del lugar para mantenerlo ocupado, mientras los jefes decidían su verdadero destino. Un destino tan oscuro, que no permitía ningún tipo de pronóstico. 

His violent personality, genetics, and instincts did not make him any favors. His proved incompetency in many aspects of his life did not let him sleep during the long nights whilst in the place. The bed produced an annoying sound every time he moved from one side to the other. The cold sweat running through his front head always woke him up as soon as he rested his face on the wet pillow. He turned it over, over and over again trying not to fell asleep while reading the time from the blue cuckoo clock fit it in the front wall. The next day he woke up with the same fear, another day under custody. His kidnappers treated him with indifference although with respect after receiving high amount payments from his protectors, the same that did not know what to do with him. They understood that such a criminal would not spend much time in the streets before being captured again. The people from the little town knew his background, his methods, his instincts and would not give him a second chance to destroy somebody else´s life. They kept teaching him typical labors from the place to keep him busy, waiting for the chiefs to decide his final destiny. Such a dark future, that all odds were tied.