Total Consciousness

Chapter-1: The Killing ….

     Luz inhaled the sweet fear pumping through the young woman. Her desperate fragrance sang to him from the east, causing him to close his eyes and lift his chin up. He savored each mouthwatering breath, holding his lungs full and relishing the frigid midnight air that burned over Madera, Chihuahua.  Focus on your goal, he thought, just look away and keep walking up the mountain. 

     More of her hatred sizzled through the darkness. Luz licked his lips and lost his balance for a step. He looked over his right shoulder and peered into the woods. The woman struggled close by, a handful of kilometers away. He grimaced and side glanced at his four-legged assistant, Cana. 

     “I have my own battle to fight,” said Luz. “Why would I stop?” He shook his head at his assistant and continued to the summit—whistling with each determined step, up the dew grass road, up the pine covered mountain.

     Cana muttered a growl and shook his head.

     “Don’t you see? We’re halfway to the top, jovencito.” Luz rubbed his cheeks with the back of his cold hand.

     Enchanted music played above their heads. The piccolo drum beat warmed Luz’s face as he turned to his massive pit-bull and winked at him with a playful smirk.

     The music ended and started up again. Luz whistled and sang a portion of the Mejia song that only he and his assistant could hear: a song of El Pastor.

     How many times have I sung this song? thought Luz. He couldn’t remember the count. Instead, he searched beyond his hell hound and considered the woman for a few breaths more. He stared at her with hellish concentration, tasting over his rich curiosity.

     He consumed her sticky heat, and he grinned with an asymmetrical smile. The woman’s pain sent goose bumps up his chest, forcing him to inhale deeper, and to flare his nostrils with more want.

     “She’s none of my business.” Luz shook his head and returned to his whistling for several long breaths. He continued walking, but he slowed his pace. “I don’t need to,” he said with a spark in his green eyes, “but … she …” He pressed out his black mustache, and he scratched at his neat sideburns along his firm jaw.

     The night reverberated with a chipper-fluttering tune, intermixed with marching heart beats. A sea of memories flooded over Luz’s body: of battles, of wars and of men and of women filled with tangy evil. He brought his gaze back to his hell hound assistant. More memories shook loose, of other mid-nights, sweet rum and red apples.

     He considered his memories as he looked over his devoted companion.

     Apart from being a huge pit bull, the hound’s chestnut coat glowed with two white lines of fur. The lines mirrored each other, following a cheetah’s tear drops and curving around Cana’s ears like two geometric paths, reflecting one another in parallel. The white lines continued and dropped forward over his thick neck. They passed his muscular chest and finished at his firm belly.     

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