front of the cinema there is a crowd of people waiting for the end of the film to enter in turn to see "The Residenza del Diavolo "Arianne looks stunned, and large expressive green eyes of the young woman move from one face to another, perhaps hoping to see someone they know. The labia minora are posing in a grimace of disappointment.
- "I knew ..." - he thinks - "... I have forgotten again ... Ugh! ... It 's possible that I can never count on him?" -
- Arianne, come with us, or you want to stay there and become a pillar of ice? - Asks the friend. Arianne
turns to the person who called, and that gesture does fly blacks soft hair forward, framing the little face, flushed from the cold, gives it the air of a fifteen.
- I come! - Replied, putting his hands in his coat pocket and moving in steps toward the light and fast group of friends. Raise your head and smiles.
This is the umpteenth time he asked his brother to reach somewhere, to spend the evening together, and he does not show up.
- "Sometimes I think just to do it on purpose, give me a hole!" - She thinks to herself - "Apparently, his papers are more important than me ... I do not understand it more ... is so strange lately ..." -
- What are you, Arianne? - Interrupts his thoughts to a friend - Do not tell me you waiting for your brother? -
- That's right, Julie! ... ... I was hoping that this time - is unable to hold back the tears. He stops suddenly, embraces Juliette, bursts into sobs.
- Come on, do not do that! ... I'm sure he will have had very good reasons for not coming ... Do not cry! ... I bet you'll find it at home ... and maybe ... reminds me of when you look surprised and sorry to have forgotten! ... Arianne, please ... do not you may have the same reaction every time ... it's just your brother, not your boyfriend ... ... Damn you twenty-two and still you cry like a baby ... But you seem normal? ... Do not forget that your brother works, can not think of this as nonsense ... - trying to get her spirits up, but it was not easy. Now they were several months that this situation continued. Certainly it was strange that Arianne was so attached to his brother, almost visceral, as if to dominate or direct the life. Yet Arianne was a sweet girl, nice ... but ultimately there was something wrong with her.
After leaving her vent for a while ', Juliette lifted her chin to stare into my eyes and said: - Perhaps it is better that we give you a ride home! ... So you're going to check what they are doing your beloved brother ... Ok? - Arianne
did not repeat the proposal, nodded nodded and smiled.
friends protested a bit ', then, realizing that the friend would ruin their apprehension on Saturday evening, agreed to take her back.
As required by Juliette, Arianne found his brother in his room, intent on working.
She had to knock repeatedly insisted to be able to be felt. Finally, the brother turned the key in the lock and Arianne, opening the door to the room of the boy, saw him head wearily toward the work table.
- did you forget about me ... - exclaimed with disappointment - ... The edge of the film were not there ... and say that you promised me ... "Do not worry" you said, "I'll be out there waiting." And I, idiot, you still believe ... Immanuel, you listening? -
- Yes, Arianne! ... - He answered calmly, and his gestures are phlegmatic and exhausted as he turns to her for observation. Even his facial gestures as speaks: it is pale, big green eyes are circled, and thin lips appear to be looking for air. Nevertheless continues to remain attractive in the eyes of his sister, who comes to him and gently stroking the soft hair on the neck and long blacks, then a big hug.
- Sorry! ... - He continues - ... I forgot ... but I promise to do the job and ... -
- Yes, I understand! ... Your job first, and yet ... I seemed to understand that I should take a vacation ... or am I wrong? -
- He must be so ... but ... they have to hand an unusual case, and think that my help is needed after this case ... but ... we'll have a holiday for you and me ... and not be traceable not disclose the destination should ... right? -
- You always say so, but then do not do anything ... I'll believe only when we are far from Paris ... maybe ... what do I know? ... ... Or the West Indies in Malaysia! - she laughed.
It was a bit 'calmed down, although the appearance of Immanuel was not reassuring.
- Let's take a break? ... - Shoot him - so I rest a bit, 'and you tell me how you spent the evening ... Do you go? - Slowly rose from his chair and taking the arm Arianne went to the kitchen. While Immanuel
was busy in front of the refrigerator to prepare for a glass of milk, Ariane checked in the oven. There was a covered dish. Made her grieve further notice: there was no doubt now about his brother's carelessness.
- Do not have dinner! ... - Arianne said softly - There's still the pot intact as he left my mother ... will see tomorrow morning when, as usual haunt dad because dictating to go to a doctor ... You do not mind it one bit 'who care so much for you? -
- I told her not to prepare anything ... then thinking that I should join you at the cinema and we would spend the night together ... ... But apparently she had expected that I'd forgotten ... - he said trying to apologize. Then he asked - You've already eaten? -
- No! ... I'm out of the film and I got take back! -
- Well! ... So can you help me to eat what mom has prepared me ...? - Smiled. It
sat at the table facing each other, while they had dinner and began to speak, before the work of him, but after he expressed his doubts on the case which was following, diverted the conversation about the film that her sister had seen.
- ... Nothing really outstanding ... - she said - the horror ... the usual little film, with lots of rituals, screaming, stupid girls to do that rather than give themselves up to fainting, just to be touched by the beauty of the situation, and cabbage different ... a lot of blood ... To tell you the truth, I did nothing but laugh throughout the movie ... except ... well, here ... there was a scene a bit '... how to say ...? weird ... but it failed for a moment to put me in an inexplicable restlessness ... Of course the director or the writer who invented the story, must be a strange guy ... -
- Why? ... - Immanuel churches, not that interested seriously in the film, but at least, so she would have spoken, and in the heat of discourse, would not have made inquiries about his work and would not have realized that its ugly wax was widening. He had no way of seeing in the mirror, but from how he felt at that moment imagined that his state is impacting them (as it always does) on his appearance. - Tell me about the scene ... so I can at least get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat to you was so singular ... -
- I swear to you ... - she said - ... that there was nothing really shocking ... maybe ... I caused that emotion because I was worried about you ... or maybe because ... I wonder what I was thinking ... -
- You do tell us ... because I'll Al. - Urged him, glancing furtively at the closed door of the kitchen did not want their parents hear them: he thought that they were already resting their chatter and could disturb them, but since it seemed all right after a quick glance at the kitchen, modern design, looked back at her sister, urging them to tell what who had upset.
- So ... there's this guy ... a sort of "Lord of Darkness" ... that I do not know why, and indeed even found how to call "Satan" and make a deal with him ... however, this guy has to make sacrifices in the name of "Satan" ... Now, among the many scenes of the movie ... this is the sacrifice ... fortunately, only one ... you can see the guy that carries a lamb ... ... poor thing is so small that makes it worth dragged by their feet like that ... The door to the center of a large room, where a stone altar that is already dirty clotted blood, a clear sign that the sacrifices were many, the links you poor little lamb with a chain and is preparing to kill him ... but ... when the shot back on the stone, after seeing the man's face with his grin bad, the lamb ... I have not figured out how ... maybe because I have not followed much the plot ... or maybe I missed some scenes between the lamb and the ugly face of the guy, but no, I asked my friends, otherwise, You know the joke! ... Anyway ... the lamb was gone! ... In its place is a girl of fifteen up to eighteen years ... ... naked, bound hand and foot with a chain on her back, watching him with glazed eyes, smiles and waits for him to hit ... And that kind of human monster ... first with the tip of the dagger explores her body ... then ... the slaughters percu, see the blood slide down on the neck to the stone ... but the idiot still not happy ... raises the knife up to his shoulders, and then quickly sinks into the belly of the unfortunate and from there, with force, causing a deep cut to the base of the neck ... and then, with those of his ruddy hands, rather than enlarging the wound can I say ... ... but what fun is trying to harass her even after he killed? ... After that ... you down on her and starts licking the blood ... as you need it to live ... ... I confess - Arianne ended bitterly - that the scene has me worried a bit '... Not that it was worse than I have seen in other horror films ... but ... I thought ... we really have a macabre sense of fun we humans! ... if we should see similar scenes to pass the time ... Do not you think? -
He looked at his brother in search of a comfortable and affectionate word, he was able to calm her, but she looked away Immanuel, fixed somewhere in the white wall behind her.
- Immanuel, what happens? ... What have you got? - She went on with apprehension.
He kept staring at the wall and not to respond. As he spoke, Arianne had not noticed that her brother for a while 'had that expression on his face, but now that he had seen, began to worry. He jumped up from his chair and, next door to him, shook him slightly, then decided to go and call her parents. He had just moved to Immanuel took her arm to stop her.
- Quiet! ... - He said speaking in a low voice - I'm fine ... ... now ... Sit back, drink a bit 'of water ... -
- You made me take a shot! - She said - What you got? ... Why did not you say you were wrong? ... - She asked, bringing his glass to his lips.
- it's nothing ... - answered - the past is now ... ... You know sometimes I happen to disassociate myself from the world ... ... do not want to scare you ... I'm sorry! ... -
- Do not do it again! ... - Answered altered - If were not interested in the film you could tell me, did not need to leave me here to speak for itself ... while you were going to lose in the depths of your world ... It was not a nice thing of you. -
- ... You're wrong! ... I listened ... but then ... Well, never mind .. How did you say his name ... the writer, or director of that film? -
- I have not told you ... Honestly ... I do not know ... Why you ask? -
- Out of curiosity ... nothing more ... But if you do not know, is not important! ... It's late ... will be better to go to sleep ... - Immanuel ended getting up and going to put the dirty plates and glasses into the sink.
Arianne nodded his head, even though he was watching. She stared for a moment, and noticed with astonishment that until then had not realized how her brother was different: he had always kind gestures, always calm, quiet, obliging, smiling, polite, but was often absent ... , not with the body, as with the mind. Of course, all that of his work was "Top Secret", but for some reason, she was sure there was something strange about him. As far as I know, thirty-three years now, was equal to himself ... but for some months, had a tendency to isolate themselves.
- we go? ... - Immanuel said, turning toward her and interrupting her thoughts.
She smiled, - "But what I think? ... Immanuel is always the same ... It is I who have lately ... I live a strange deja-vu, at every moment ..." -
The young man was now the next. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, putting himself on tiptoe, and after taking it under his arm, they walked together to the door, where separated. Arianne turned off the light in the kitchen and everyone went to his room.
Massimo Spada
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