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Huguel

Huguel dealing everyday with his loneliness and suicidal thoughts, Huguel is getting tired of society judging his mental problems, Huguel wants to change that, Huguel is going to change the favela forever

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chapter 5

Hugul's mother

Huguel returned home and fell to the ground. He was tired, but he knew he couldn't rest yet. He felt that he should do something. Something important.

Huguel decided to check on his mother. He entered the house quietly, in case she was sleeping. As soon as he walked in, he smelled death.

He ran to his room to find his mother's body lying on the bed. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. It was like she was waiting for something.

Huguel knelt beside her, gently lifting her head.

"Mommy?" he whispered.

Suddenly, Huguel heard footsteps approaching. He quickly raised the gun and aimed it at the noise. A large shadow appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" asked Huguel.

The man approached. His face was covered by a helmet and mask, and his voice was muffled.

"You should go now," he said quietly. "That's none of your business."

Huguel lowered the weapon slightly. He didn't want to fight this man; he just wanted to know what happened.

"Just tell me what happened!"

"Is that a weapon?" the man asked, pointing his finger at Huguel's gun.

"Yea."

"Are you planning to use it on me?"

"No..."

"Then you must put him down."

Huguel hesitated, then lowered his weapon. He watched the stranger carefully, waiting for another command.

but Huguel backtracked and raised his gun and shot the stranger in the chest

The stranger fell back to the floor, coughing and wheezing.

Huguel looked at his victim and was surprised to see that he was not dead. Instead, he was smiling.

Huguel looked again at the stranger and felt something inside him change. He no longer needed to fear this man. He wouldn't kill him.

Then, Huguel shot him again. And again. And again. Until there was nothing left but a pile of bloody flesh on the floor.

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Alex

Alex saw the man fleeing the scene and followed him to the end of the street. The man stopped suddenly, and Alex understood why: he was lying on the floor, clutching his chest.

Alex reached the man and saw that he was breathing. He was still alive!

Alex crouched down next to the man and put his ear close to his mouth.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

"I… I don't know," the man said weakly.