EL FUEGO

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                 chato’s lips curled at the inquiry,  furrowing nonexistent eyebrows at the woman as if  SHE  were the one able to perform such feats.    “  you serious ? ”   he finally has to ask, shaking his head as he gets to her second inquiry. of course now it was hard to remember the exact age,  but ultimately he shrugged.  “  i don’t fuckin’ remember,  to be honest. ”   he states, not expecting an answer to the dismissal of her  ‘ ANGEL ‘  theory.   laughable.   “ it was a long time ago. ”  

                “ naw man. ”     he spoke,    waving a hand in dismissal.    he was unsure if he should be telling the god honest truth,  though ultimately makes the decision.  it wasn’t like metahumans were taboo anymore ── so with a slow roll of his palm,  a gentle flame elicits.   perhaps that would be answer enough.   he’d never given a shit about flaunting his powers before,  though regret creeps up his neck at the thought of just how many questions he’d be bombarded with. 

                   fists clench at his sides,  scowling as he tears dark eyes from her person.  of course she   DESERVES   an explaination.  as do the parents  &  brothers of those he’d taken away.     &  not just that day either,  but throughout the extent of his career.  but how ?  what could he say other than the currently impossible to mend what he had done ?  he felt bad enough that the remorse took so long to sink in,  though figured that would mean nothing to anybody despite. he doesn’t want to look at her,  or at anyone for that matter ── and so he doesn’t.  simply takes a deep breath,  slumped shoulders shrugging in a scream of defeat.   he was already an ugly extension to the city of LA,  &  he figured it may as well follow him.  “ i ──── can’t. ”  he finally expels,  voice showing the extent of his fatigue.   “ i just can’t alright. ”  a flare. albeit small.    “ i’m sorry. ”

                 he must admit he hadn’t exactly thought about being released. he’s a lifer,  &  to be honest  ──  the five years off didn’t do much to sate his curiosity.   much like the woman across from him.  “ so would i. ”  he speaks, sentence short as he narrows void ridges.  he had a plan for if he ever did get out,  which kept his need for vengeance at bay.  “ i ain’t gonna lie. wouldn’t keep myself locked up or nothin’. ”  he’s accepted his punishment,  but would not argue should they let the cuffs loose.                         but he wasn’t her.  wasn’t going stir crazy,  &  had forgotten the taste of beer or weed  LONG AGO.  there’s no itch,  nor tick   (  at the best of times.  )   escape was also out of the question,  and not just because of the bombs in his neck.  he wanted the small morsel of redemption it would bring.

                there was a long moment in which he simply stared at her,    fingers curling at his side.    chato honestly felt the urge to cry, squinting as the back of his eyes begin to sting.      “ i don’t have to explain myself to you. ”      the remorse was obvious, quaver in his voice as he looks away.  he can’t tell her ──   he’d KILL harley.

                 the short answer is,   OF COURSE HE HAS.    fuck,     the amount of times he’s thought about setting fire to a mouthy guard  ── spouting some bullshit mexican stereotype trying to get under his skin.   well he wouldn’t be able to tally them up on both hands.   however,   he had committed a crime worthy of his incarceration.  not only in the law’s eyes this time.  he needed to be where he was.                          a pause is taken as he considers his answer,  head tilting as he looks away from the thief for a brief moment.    “ never said that. ”     knuckles raise to wipe at his nose,  teeth gritting.     “ but you do what i did,  & there ain’t no going back. i ain’t worthy of no freedom, homie. ”

                  eyes narrow in confusion,    a hand sweeping over the top of his bare head.     “  right.  ”      a light shrug.     “ got singed again.     not like there was much there in the first fuckin’ place.. ”

@kaboomerangs CONT.  

                a lip curls despite his permanent smile,   shaking his head slightly as he takes another look.   risking detainment so this chick could tag a    GODDAMNED BUILDING    deserved more than what he was asking for,  however it wasn’t like he had much else in mind.     “  good. ”      he made sure to tell her,     however soon after another slight shrug possessed drooping shoulders.     “ and i’ll think about it,  alright ?    might be i’ll wait.  have ya’  owe me. ”      another pause,     foot tapping upon the concrete as non existent eyebrows furrow.   “ hurry up. ”