Festival of Revenge
“At last the day has arrived” said Ghuzman with bloodlust. Ghuzman jumps out his bed with excitement flowing through his body and gets ready for the morning to head out towards the Mexican festival El Chapo in his town which is held once a year on June 15th. Ghuzman leaves his small brick house at the edge of the town and runs straight towards the town center where the festival is being held.
It is exactly 11 in the morning and over 30 degrees celsius as Ghuzman walks through the empty festival streets with no one around since the festival is expected to start seven hours from now. Ghuzman enters a liquor shop in the town center to pick himself up two bottles of Vodka which he packs in a bag and continues his way through the town center. He then walks towards a hole located between two buildings right outside the town center. Ghuzman ducks into the the wide hole which leads to a system of tunnels underneath the city which were originally built for military purposes of the town, but the tunnels were blocked off after most of them collapsed, although the hole Ghuzman entered was able to lead a good 8 meters into the tunnels before being blocked by fallen rocks. Sitting inside the tunnel is one small five Liter barrel filled with gasoline along with a couple boxes of matches.
Ghuzman inspects the dark opening for a few seconds “great it’s all still here untouched” says Ghuzman while cranking a creepy smile. Ghuzman crawls back out the hole while looking both directions to see if anyone was around and then walks back home. Along the way Ghuzman sees his friend Juan and waves at him with a fake smile on his face. “Hey there buddy coming to the festival this evening” responds Juan “Of course Juan would you like to join me tonight for some drinks too” offers Ghuzman while flashing the bottles of Vodka “Don’t mind if I do, you how much I love Vodka, I’ll meet you at the festival at 6” replies Juan. Both of them part ways and as soon as Ghuzman arrives home he lies down in his bed and sleeps until the start of the festival.
“Finally it’s come the time to give that fool what he deserves for taking everything away from me, hell!” yells Ghuzman as he dresses up and gets ready to head towards the El Chapo festival with the two bottles of Vodka he bought. Ghuzman heads straight for the bar where Juan usually hangs out to meet up with him. Ghuzman spots Juan in the corner of the bar sitting alone with some beers on his table. “Shall we get the real drinking started” says Ghuzman as he sits down acting extra friendly with Juan. “Man pour me some already I’ve been dying for some Vodka the whole day” shouts Juan. Ghuzman pours Juan multiple shots of Vodka but for himself pretends to be taking shots of Vodka when in reality he’s spitting it back out on the ground.
Almost two hours into the festival it is filled with people and Juan is as drunk as one can get. “By the way Juan I have something to show you won’t you come with me” says Ghuzman in an excited voice. “I I uh uh think I uh I’ll passss” muttered Juan barely able to form words. “Fine I guess you don’t want to see the Fireball Whisky I bought for us to enjoy” says Ghuzman disappointed. “D d did ya just s say f f fireball whisky uh take me uh to it” says Juan quickly switching his mind as Fireball Whisky was considered an extremely expensive high quality drink in the town. Ghuzman leads Juan to the hole he inspected earlier in the day and both of them drop down below into it. “The fireball should be sitting back there somewhere” says Ghuzman guiding Juan to the end of the tunnel while pouring the barrel of gasoline all over the ground behind him. “ I don’t uh s see it a anywhere” shouts Juan in dissatisfaction. Scratch! Ghuzman lights a fire from the matches earlier sitting there and drops it directly on the puddle of gasoline behind Juan. Whoosh! As soon as Juan turns around he is met with a raging line of fire which confuses him since he is very intoxicated. “What is is Thisss Ghuzmaaann!” screams Juan in fear after he realizes the situation. “Oh my bad I did I say Fireball Whisky I meant fireball ha ha ha ha!” jokes Ghuzman as Juan burns to ashes.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cries Ghuzman, but no one is able to hear as everyone is busy at the festival.
Ghuzman takes a good look at the hole once again with satisfaction of revenge on Juan for what he did to his family and then crawls out sealing the hole with a cart full of large rocks parked near the hole. “So what now my purpose is over” says Ghuzman feeling an endless amount of emptiness within his soul. Ghuzman felt satisfaction for the moment, but finds no more reasons in his life to live for since his family was gone too. Ghuzman heads back to his home to never be caught although lives on to lead a lonely and worthless life without anything else to do.