Introduction_4

He rapidly spun. Facing him was the one person he had wanted to see since he started his voyage. "So you've come", he repeated.
"Yes, well, I had to, considering the circumstances, b-but anyway, I got what you wanted me to find." he said. They stood there looking at each other for a short time, then, the other person broke the silence. "Your name?", he asked. "My real name is Alfonso, though you can call me fed". At this point, fed was positively awed. His companion had white, tight skin, and his brown eyes seemed to see past him rather than to him. He was wearing a black type of robe, hiding every other part of his body.
"Right fed, well, I'm surprised indeed that you made it this far. But, this is only the beginning of the real test. Do you see that man?"- he motioned to the dead man on the sofa-"He got here as you did. But he did not pass my test. And this is only the beginning." With those words, he turned and started walking to the door. He stopped, because fed could not move yet. He was too scared. "Aren't you going to follow?". Fed followed him cautiously, almost as if he were to suddenly stop and attack him. They got out of the room and started walking towards the back of the house. fed thought they were heading for the last room, but he was wrong. The other one had stopped in front of a mirror. He began to mutter some things fed could not hear... Just when fed had began to wonder what would he be doing, the mirror broke, and tiny little pieces of death emerged from it. He had instinctively crouched with his arms over his head, trying to protect himself. Meanwhile, the other one trusted forward his arm, and disappeared into the depths of the mirror.

Introduction_3

He was standing behind an enormous sofa. There was a head visible, as if the owner was sitting on the sofa, watching the wall. The only noise you could hear was of the rain falling heavily on the ceiling. The doubts had assaulted him again. "Hello?" he said. There was no response from the head. It did not even turned to see who had spoken. He was mortally afraid this time. Anyway, he could not say why it was having such an impact on him, after all, it could just be deaf. He walked across the room, looking at it as he walked. The decoration on the walls was falling. The ceiling was heavy with dark stains. His steps made quite a lot of noise when he walked. Afraid that something might happen, he stopped walking. But, as time passed, he found out that he could not keep out his gaze from the head. Trying not to think that he might be doing something insane, he closed his eyes, and began walking towards the front of the sofa. When he thought he was exactly in front of it, he slowly opened his eyes. Immediately, his thoughts and his legs froze. He was staring at a corpse. It had a nasty looking deep cut in the right side of his chest. The eyes were still open, and his face was twisted in a sort of "help! help me please!". He had to muster all his strength to stop looking at that face. He made a motion to get away from it, but in that moment, a slow, deep voice, cut the air towards him. "So you've come. We've been waiting for you."

Introduction_2

He had blue, disturbing eyes. They looked as if they were wrapped in flames. He was good looking for his race, and looked about twenty or twenty two years old. The long awaited sign showed him that he was standing in the corner of the Sonora street. He looked around him, decided there was no one following him, with a wild happiness in his eyes. You could see the street he was on was the one he was looking for, it was too obvious. He started running again, this time a little bit slower. He did not know which dangers lied ahead of him, and it was wise to be careful. Finally, he stopped running. He'd got where he intended to go at last. At first sight, the place was not pretty. The gates were open. You could only wonder for who, for in this days it was mostly suicidal to leave your house gates open. He crossed the small garden, and went to the front door. It was also slightly open. He opened the door completely, and, hesitating a bit, went through the corridor. A blue light was emerging from the shadows ahead, with a faint sound of electronic equipment, heavily used. Our guy looked extremely pleased with himself at this point. A faint sound began to grab his attention. It was getting louder now, and he could not place it, because it had been a long time since he last heard it. Laughter. He felt the urge to stop. The sound was coming from behind him, so he turned, and looked around. It was coming from a room which he had passed, thinking there was no one in there. It'd been dark, but now, it was full-lit. He peered through the threshold, and the vision shocked him. No one and nothing could have prepared him to sustain the..the something that he was seeing. In his world-shaped senses, it made no sense. No sense at all.

Introduction_1

The cold, bitter wind was messing with his long, black hair. His face was twisted in a hard, cold glance. He was running, running fast under the cold fingers of the rain. He looked as if he was unaware of the piercing cold, or the huge rain drops falling over him. It would be a great issue to try to explain what was going on in his head. He tripped, and almost fell. He was still running, muttering under his breath. He managed to get to the corner of the street. He tried to catch a glimpse of the corner sign, but the liquid wall and the darkness of the night didn't help at all. At the same time he was rubbing his eyes, a flash of lightning struck nearby, making him jump. Now he knew what had to be done. Even if this recent storms had no love for human beings, he would have to stay where he was, until lightning came again, to see what the sign said. He waited, and he was rewarded. The lightning struck closer this time, letting him see the sign. The flash also illuminated his face, making it visible at last. ...