The good, the bad and the ugly
"This is my stop" I said to the taxi driver. He didn't reply,
other than "$20, please." I paid the driver and got out. Maribel,
my hometown looked so beautiful in the summer. I was on my way to
a dinner at Getty's with my mother, and the big shots in Maribel.
"Darling," I turned to see my mother approaching me "You look great today, good." I smiled as she grabbed my arm and entered Getty's.
"Was Asyus great?" She asked, knowing my reply.
"It was fine, minor trouble, but we had a nice trip." By we , I mean Ethan, Anahi, Philander and I.
Ethan, Anahi and Philander are my best friends. They're the only ones I can trust. They're all good looking people, which means, that you can trust them. Here, you can't trust the ugly people. Being ugly reflects your personality, every time you do something bad, Karma will make you look more unusual, more grotesque. It's a curse, and a blessing at the same time.
In Getty's, the grotesque assembly were all smiling, with their
jewelry reflecting the light. They had to paint their faces with
makeup, to hide the fact, that they're evil. Evil mothers,
businessmen, artists and so on. They look good with their makeup
on, but not beautiful, never beautiful. I hate these people, they
disgust me. They did atrocious things to get where they are now,
rich and successful.
"Adira," I heard my mothers friend, Kakó Aristotles, calling my name. "Adira, you wonderful lady, you look stunning this evening." She shrieked, I tried my best to avoid her smothering hug, but she was quick. "I heard you went to Asyus this summer? Was it great?"
"Yes, it was a lot of fun, Philander, Anahi and Ethan were there too."
Kakó's mouth turned into a chickens butt, she was not pleased.
"Anahi, isn't that the girl from Perdita?" Perdita was the less fortuned area of Maribel.
"Yes it is."
"Be careful who you make friends with, she could be a.." She looked around to see if anyone was listening. Then she whispered "Fo bote."
"Kakó!" I erupted "How dare you?"
Kakó's nose started to grow in a grotesque way. She earned it, a fo bote is a horrible thing to call other people. A fo bote is a person from another world, where your looks aren't based on your personality. No one knows how they get here, all we know is, they're crooked creatures, evil.
I was dismayed by Kakó's assumption about Anahi. I was in shock, in fact. How rude. I decided to leave Getty's, and go home.
"Did she really call me that?" Anahi looked sad, "But I'm not,
I've always been a good person."
Anahi and I were in a park in Maribel, drinking coffee from a cosy shop downtown.
"I know, I know, I just felt like I needed to tell you."
She smiled, and I felt my heart drop, she was more beautiful than anyone in this world. Her long, brown hair flared in the wind, her pearly white teeth were reflecting the light. Her round, soft thighs were crossed, as she waved a fly away from them.
"Have you heard?" Her brown eyes were suddenly filled with despite.
"Not until you tell me." I said jokingly.
She rolled her eyes, and hit me gently with the newspaper in her slender hands. She held it in front of my face. I read the front page.
"Government head hunts fo botes, anonymous tips will be rewarded."
Anahi looked at me with a hint of fear. "What if they'll chase
"That's absurd! You've lived in the city forever!"
"They don't like me in the rich areas, you know that! They all think I'm a fo bote!"
"But you're not! You're just a really good person. That's why you're so beautiful."
She looked distressed. Her eyes were wild and glowing with fear.
"Hey, look at me." Her almond eyes looked up at me, "I won't let them take you, I'll be here for you, ok?" I hugged her, and she hugged me back.
"Courage," I whispered. "Be brave."
We were on our way back home from the park, the men in the
streets were staring at Anahi, she truly is one remarkable girl.
Average height, chubby thighs and a round stomached, very curvy
and a pretty face too. I wasn't jealous, I felt good with who I
was, not very tall, slim and a medium length hair, I didn't have
any remarkable facial features, besides my high cheekbones. I got
them because I was protecting a girl in middle school from being
bullied. A reward for being good, no one knows how it works, some
people just go with it, and does not question it. Others believe
that Karma is their god, and she has cast a spell upon the human
race. I don't know what to believe, I just go with it, and hope
for the best.
"Adira!" I heard someone shout my name, I turned to the direction of the sound, and was surprised by a tall figure that loomed above me.
"Ethan," I smiled, "Hi, everything Alright?"
"Yeah, I just saw you from across the street, and I thought I'd say hi." He smiled at me and Anahi. He was very handsome, brown hair, dark green eyes, muscular and charming.
"So," He looked nervously at Anahi and I, "Have you heard yet?"
Anahi looked a little bit scared. "About the government hunting fo botes? Yeah, I just told Adira." She looked anxiously back and fourth on me and Ethan.
"Can you please explain to Anahi, that the government is not going to hunt her down, imprison her, and execute her." I asked Ethan.
"I don't know, I have no idea. I'm not saying this to scare you, Anahi, but they could be after you."
"Ethan!" I cried. I turned to Anahi, "You're safe, Anahi, I won't let them take you."
Anahi looked as confused as ever. Ethan looked at me, rather angry, but I could still feel the kind look on his face, when he glanced my way. The streets were busy, filled with people, good and bad, I love how you can tell by just looking at them. Even though some may have painted their faces to deceive us, and some might be fo botes. With fo botes, you never know.
My apartment was big, but it was very cosy and inviting. I loved
staying here, with it's white walls, wooden floors and the
colored furniture. I've just awoken, and I was eating my
breakfast in the kitchen, as it started to knock on my door.
Annoyed and tired, I trotted to the door. Outside stood Philander
with a bag of fresh pastries. He lifted the paperbag up and
"Can I come in?" His smile was warm and bright.
"You know you always can." I extended my arm and waved in the direction of my kitchen. Philander sat at his usual spot, in the corner closest to the window. He was a good boy, or man, he was 19, just like Ethan, Anahi and I. He had messy blond hair, dark brown eyes and an all year round tan. He wasn't as tall or strong as Ethan, he was more into books, than fitness. His long fingers were hugging the blue cup I handed him, and his smile was warming my body. He always made me feel all warm inside, I just never knew if I had feelings for him, or if that was how he affected everybody.
We enjoyed the pastries and the hot coffee, and small talked for a while, when Philander all of a sudden got serious.
"You can't make this go away, by just ignoring it." He said out of the blue.
"What?" I was puzzled and raised my eyebrow.
"The headhunting. You can't protect Anahi on your own, and you know it. Don't give her false hope." I looked into my cup, I knew he was right.
"You can't. It's impossible, we have to get her out of town, before the headhunters know of her existence."
"I know, Philander, I just can't see who would have the heart to turn her in." My voice sounded like I was begging for mercy.
"I can, Kakó and her crew wouldn't hesitate to get rid of her."
"Kakó is harmless." I said, trying to convince Philander, but I couldn't even convince myself.
Philander stared at me, like I was stupid.
"Kakó turned someone in for being a fo bote before, you know that."
I didn't say anything at first, he was right, we had to get Anahi out of Maribel. I broke the silence after 5 minutes.
"What do we do about it?"
"For now, I think you should have a talk with Kakó about Anahi's destiny."
I nodded, Kakó was the 'queen bee' in Maribel, her husband owned several hotels around the world, and Kakó was a successful painter. No one would turn someone in for being fo bote, without proceeding to round it by her first.
"I'll talk to her today." I said.
The Aristotles residence was a big, eminent palace. The house was
built in white granite boulders, with black roses clinging to the
cold surface of the walls. The house was almost as intimidating
as it's residents. I rang the doorbell, and as I fixed my white
dress, a maid dressed in black let me in.
"Adira Perdido?" She hissed. Her voice was colder than the rough hand, that took care of my coat.
"That's me." I answered.
"Mrs Aristotles is expecting you." She said, now more smarmy than cold.
I smiled at the young maid, she wasn't very pretty, but not grotesque. She must have been a good girl before working here. The maid guided me trough the red, narrow halls and stopped at a door at the end of the maze of halls. She knocked on the door.
"Now what!" I recognized Kakó's snake like voice, yelling at the poor maid, from behind the door. The door was flung open, and Kakó's fat and angry face showed up in the door frame. Her angry expression quickly changed into a smarmy smile.
"Adira, darling, I've been waiting for you." She smiled and held my hand, her hands were cold and her breath stank like a rodden carcass.
"Hello, Kakó." I said, I smiled at her. She smiled back, but it faded when she looked at her maid, overhearing the conversation.
"What are you looking at? What do you want? Go clean something." She hissed.
The maid rushed away from Kakó and I.
"Where were we?" She smiled again.
Kakó lead me into the tealounge, as she called it. The walls were painted in a deep red, matching Kakó's lipstick. The furniture were heavy, old and cold, this room was just like
Kakó. She sat me down on the sofa infront of the gigantic fireplace. Her long red nails drilled into the seam of my white dress.
"What a nice dress, a little too innocent for my taste, but you're the little miss Perfect, aren't you?" She said in a condescending tone.
"Well, I guess so, but I wouldn't say that I.."
"You said on the telephone, that you had an important matter to discuss with me, dear?" She cut me off.
"Yes, in a matter of fact, I'd like to talk about that poor soul Anahi." I said, with a hint of sorrow in my voice.
"Oh, yes, I'm going to to rapport the government about her scheming."
"I doubt she's scheming, she's just a teenager, and a very good girl, Kakó."
Kakó started to laugh so hard, she had to dry away tears from her white and hollow cheeks.
"Oh, honey, don't you know, fo botes will only do us harm, it's just a matter of time before she tricks a wealthy man, into giving her all of his money."
"Mrs Aristotles, I beg you." I said, more desperate than I wanted to sound.
"Not going to happen, sweet cheeks." Kakó replied. Her red mouth turned into a devilish smile.
"Or would you care to join her in prison."
"No, Kakó, I'm just saying.."
"You're not saying anything, I will turn you in too, if you do not stop with your blabbering nonsense."
"I'm afraid I have to go, Mrs. Aristotles, it's getting late." I said.
"Oh, then you should leave, dear. You'll find your way out, right?" She said as she turned on her television.
"Yes, Kakó." I replied. I tried my hardest not to strangle Kakó. Luckily, Karma already did her job on Kakós nails, who turned from red to rotten.