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Have you ever dreamed of having the ability to bounce? Not even to take a running start and then jump, I'm not talking about bending down and jumping so hard, it seems to bounce off the ground. If you ever felt it, it's nothing compared to what I experience every day. I was born with a strange ability, that of jumping like a blessed ball all over the place.
I am from a village far from the city, in the mountains, yet I lived about an hour from the capital and I didn't miss anything in the place where I grew up. I could see the sea every morning when I woke up, although I always joke I could almost smell the smell of the sea. I also couldn't help but feel the intense cold of the mountains.
As a child I did not understand the magnitude of the problems my parents had to endure, in short we were poor. I didn't understand why I wanted to have what the other kids had and I didn't. I envied all the other boys who lived in a mansion and I in a small farm, the place where the three of us could barely live together. That's why I would run away to run through the neighbors' fields.
I remember that evening when I was only 7 years old, I didn't care that it was getting dark, or that the fog was falling over the fields. I kept running, wanting to be swallowed up by that wall of clouds, my real purpose was to get lost and not be poorer, to be picked up by a family of rich people, to live happily with lots of money. I was walking with a toxic mentality, with no experience of life and ignorant, I could not understand that I was taking the wrong paths.
I didn't give a shit what my parents thought, I didn't want to imagine their faces full of tears for me, I just wanted to escape from poverty. Among my thoughts I did not see how lost I was, not only mentally but physically.
I remember the moment when I stumbled and started to roll down the path. I was on uneven ground. It wasn't something from a movie that ended up in wonderland, I ended up on the ground with numerous deep or light scratches on my arms and legs. My nose was bleeding and it was hard to breathe, so I crawled to a river where I washed as much as I could. Lost I was, I slept that night numb to the bone, hungry, afraid. For the first time I loved my parents and hoped they would find me. But I was not like that, I did not go back to them. The next day the fog continued to roll in through the forest. I decided out of common sense to follow the river. I walked for hours with my stomach roaring like a madman and clearly crying like a baby, my rebellion dissipated. My cries could be heard that day, but fate had a great punishment for me. When the horizon became visible again in the distance, I could see a huge city before me.
From that moment that place became my home. That's where I learned my skills. The first day I had to eat the leftovers that people threw in the garbage, I felt disgusted with myself, but hunger was winning over me, the look I wore was a mess, torn flannel, dirty pants and a shoe without a sole. Besides, I was bleeding everywhere, which added up to a great weakness in me.
The first day was for me the closest thing to paradise, the second day began the hell to survive. That day I made the resolution to return to my village, I could not bear to sleep in the cement nor could I stand the disgusting looks of other people. I talked to a policeman crying. It was pathetic, he didn't even understand what I was saying and he was kicking me, just like you read here. He beat me to a pulp and I ran away from him. His blows made my injuries worse, I have no idea how he lives in that state. I never went near the authorities again. At nightfall I walked the streets carelessly, in my mind begging God to come home and forgive me for my thoughts. All for nothing the punishment was worse, I got myself with the worst people in the world. I remember her physiology was a woman with a sweet and kind voice, at first sight she seemed like a pure girl without tattoos, without piercings, without cigarette stains on her body. With blond hair and beautiful green eyes, with freckles on her cheeks. She told me she would feed me if I followed her, like a fool I fell into her trap. Even any adult man would have fallen into her nets, she was beautiful from every angle and vertex of her figure, her beauty seduced everyone.
I continued to enthrall that woman with snake-like movements. Like a mouse she took me to her nest, where like Hansel and Gretel it was going to be cooked. So I got a lot of women just as beautiful as her, of all sizes and different colors. Also, lovely like the first one and if they fed me, if they healed my wounds at that time. They examined my whole body, took measurements of my head, feet, arms, among other things. Now I remember what made me doubt them, the huge cage full of dogs I had in that strange building.
I don't remember much about that building, sometimes it seems to me like a warehouse, again a residential complex with a basement where they kept their dogs. The dogs were of different breeds and even mixed, as well as wild. They grunted and barked so loudly that I can't imagine how people outside didn't hear them. I also don't remember when I saw the other children who were with me, only that they were standing next to me, gawking. Maybe they gave us hallucinogens or their beauty was such that they put a spell on us.
What made me react that night was when they put the first child in the cage. Absolutely everyone screamed in horror. I couldn't hear my dogs barking and my companions roaring, the spell was lifted when the dozen or so dogs came to rest on the first child. At that moment I understood why the floor was reddish, it wasn't because of the pottery. I realized the bars that enclosed the canines, I entered the harsh reality again. I wasn't the only one who fought to get them to let us go, but the beautiful whores were strong.
Children were admitted not in one, but in two, three, four and all at once. You may wonder why they were feeding the dogs to children. But believe me at the time I was just wondering how I would get out of there. Those places bred some species the Mares of Diomedes, years later I read about that mythical story and it is familiar to me in every way. I was put in the cage and it was so full of corpses that the dogs were entertained by them.
Do you know what it is like to be with other children struggling through the bars to escape before the dogs take an interest in you? Do you know what it is like to be among corpses, having your teeth kicked in and your guts scattered on the floor? Do you know what it is like to be full of blood, crying again for asking to go back to your parents?
It is something extremely horrible and painful. After about 15 minutes, the anthropophagous dogs threw themselves at the remaining children. I started running through the cage, it was huge to hold so many dogs. I realized that the dungeon had an open window, but high up. Not even an adult could have jumped that far.
I no longer had any mental reasoning, I ran like crazy in that direction. I kept hearing the cries of death behind me, the growling of one of the dogs behind me and the bones breaking from the fangs of the beasts. Just at that moment before I could catch that little animal I took the leap. For me it was a bounce, for me it was a miracle and those two meters high I jumped like a gazelle. I was left hanging from the window, but with forces that came out of nowhere I climbed up. Without fear I jumped back to freedom, I rose another two meters higher. I was afraid that I would die crashing to the ground, but I landed like a ball, my legs received the impact, but somehow my muscles absorbed the shock and without me asking them to, I walked again through the air. I was not in control of my ability and I crashed into a garbage can.
I would have stayed in that place, I had not yet escaped from those cannibals. I left the dump, jogging with all my strength. At night I could see the women's flashlights, heard the dogs barking and smelled the danger of death. I found a wall much higher than the window, about 5 meters high. With the sweat pouring down my body I bent down to take a breath and jump. I definitely had a talent, I reached 20 feet in height by passing through the wall. This happened again when I hit the ground, my legs were not broken on impact, they were not injured, they just flexed and jumped again by force.
That night I tell you that I don't remember where I went. I survived only by dying, and from that day on I made use of my skills. I never went back to my family and had to learn multiple things to be the man I am now.
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