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CHAPTER I
Her eyelashes were stuck together, felt the same bad taste with which she had slept the night before, it felt like sand weights , heavy.
opened his eyes and peered into the corners of his eyes darkened room, wondering if you have dawned. On the desk, beside your bed, fumbled for the alarm. He stood up after a while. He felt his whole body was falling apart between the cracks in the wood floor and taken by force by the old mansion, he walked slowly, as if for now his eyes were still groping for the bed, waking up tired. Finally, after being wandering through the interiors of his mind and heart, abstracted from that, to plunge into the surrounding atmosphere that surrounded him, full of painful air, as if what had happened before was not enough So what had happened, in the end? Found not without some trepidation that I remembered. The only remnant of what had forgotten, was just such bad taste.
He felt a sudden headache, and, thinking that was the reason for his amnesia, he decided he needed something, then found a glass with a clear liquid that was about, and, regardless of the content, emptied his glass. He immediately felt a little better, apparently just that he needed, but then a sharp pain in his left side, severe pain, was beat down, half-conscious began to spit out a black liquid, he could not get up and someone played repeatedly at the door
Who could it be? Can you help?
pain did not stop to think clearly the strategy to help open the door, everything was dark. And then without doubt, the person who played repeatedly, opened the door. He was a man, dressed in suits, and had almost no hair and held what appeared to be a worn briefcase, walked over, leaned over and shook his head with a worried expression.
- What happened? - Paternalistic tone asked him while he helped her up.
studied her face and her features seemed familiar. I hated those lapses of amnesia that were becoming more frequent. Knew this time had gotten in trouble ... her look said everything.
in an amount of moments that drag their eyes met, they both knew the meaning of that word "Centaur" as if he had tattooed on his skin for a long time, swept past, a past that united them and who suddenly appeared in each other's eyes and his mind went to those placid days, which were left far behind and almost lost in the mists of time.
He saw, as when a child, running around the field, very happy and those little moments of apparent peace, they were interrupted by a beep beep it a great achievement in only 2 characters, was to lie on the floor Covering the hands
gone
Beep continued, and suddenly, silence ... not hear anything, nothing at all, this was a hint of the gang called "Centaurs," and he knew it, but decided not to comment anything about it.
When fear in them was undeniable, they wanted to run, but knew to be brave. They keep running away would not solve the problem, so stale.
That the only way to get rid of that weight was cut out and the ballast in an effective manner, so that no one get hurt, or at least not two of them.
talked in a whisper, and had already decided, were armed with courage, then went into action, and quickly and quietly tried to leave the room without being seen ... no one even noticed his presence ... camouflage the aisles, but of course, the boy's injuries would not make the task easy or quick, but they must do it now, if they wanted to have any chance.
passed the latter, as they descended the stairs, so yes, slowly, to avoid being heard or seen.
came at last to the first floor, with fear and not knowing they were going to find, to the front door of the hotel they were when they left, they found the city, the streets completely empty.
knew they had to fear, but the worst was to happen, do not know where they were the centaurs, but if they were close, very close.
Everything seemed very quiet when I turn to look at the single lamp that lit the solitary block away, the taste in his mouth seemed to become stronger, more unpleasant, I felt like gravity pulling him with violence, is it my feet have lead?, he thought, for he was heavier, but when we wake up ... the memory back as a hit.
Year 2137. The global village is now "global." The UN controls the channels of production, manufacture and distribution of all consumer goods ... food, hygiene, clothing, fuel, etc. With the resulting loss of cultural identity of the peoples of the earth. "The Centaur" are the only group struggling to maintain cultural diversity of different civilizations, and much against the yankee domino at the UN.
awoke lying on a bed, in his eyes cleared he saw the lord of the case, Dr. Cordova, now remembered.
- what happened? - Still a bit dazed wonder
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you passed out - what about the centaurs?
- We no longer followed.
leaned back and closed his eyes, feel better soon. CHAPTER II
Everything was so confusing, after being near death, appears on a bed, and Omari noticed that detail, and thought of the Centaurs. Physically
it felt good, got up and saw a side of the bed had clean clothes, neatly folded, dressed and went to the door, before I could get this opened, giving way to a woman dressed as a nurse - Have you feel better? - Asked him, Omari said no - the doctor wants to see, follow me - the nurse turned and walked out the door, Omari followed.
While walking through the halls Omari trying to remember something, but could not so he began to notice their surroundings, seemed a hospital but was totally deserted, and only some of the lights served well, several flickered, but everything was clean, impeccable. He kept trying to remember something all he could salvage were feeling, nothing concrete. Him back to reality the clearing of the nurse, noticed that they had arrived, the nurse opened the door, apparently he had to go in alone.
The room seemed to hospital but furnished as an office recognized the doctor but his name did not say anything, it told him to sit down.
Omari - said the doctor - have been through a lot, but we need you now more than ever, when I found you had already restructured note that your neural networks, fortunately, is still reversible.
Omari said the first thing that came to mind - what about the centaurs? -.
- You have always belonged to them, welcome back-
