New state of the monstrosity. By Carlos del Puente

New state of the monstrosity. In the dusty town of El Castillo, where the sun had a habit of burning the cobblestone streets into a molten gold, there lived a peculiar character named Alejandro. His face was a map of wrinkles, etched by the relentless march of time and a lifetime of smiling. He had a twinkle in his eye that spoke of a million untold stories. Every morning, Alejandro would sit outside his small shop, La Tienda de Ale, sipping on his bitter coffee, watching the world pass by. His shop was a treasure trove of odds and ends, a place where one could find everything from a rusty key to an ancient book whose pages smelled of forgotten secrets. The townsfolk knew Alejandro as the keeper of the town's secrets and the solver of its mysteries. They often sought his advice, whispering their troubles into his eager ears. Alejandro listened with a gentle nod, his eyes flickering with the embers of wisdom. He never judged, never spoke out of turn, and always had a kind word for everyone, even the stray dogs that occasionally wandered in looking for a scrap of food. His patience was the town's lore, a silent guardian of the unspoken truths that bound them together. One sweltering afternoon, a stranger rolled into town. His carriage was drawn by a pair of horses that looked like they had seen better days, and he himself was dressed in a fine suit that seemed utterly out of place amidst the town's worn facade. The man stepped out of the carriage, his shoes clicking against the cobblestone as he surveyed the area with a look of distaste. He was tall, with a sharp jaw and piercing eyes that seemed to miss nothing. Alejandro's curiosity was piqued. "Welcome to El Castillo," Alejandro called out with a friendly wave, his voice carrying over the quiet buzz of the town. The stranger looked at him, his gaze lingering for a moment before he nodded curtly. "You look like you're in need of something," Alejandro said, his smile warm despite the heat. "Perhaps I can help?" The man's eyes narrowed, and he approached the shop, his boots sending up little puffs of dust with each step. Alejandro felt a peculiar tingle of anticipation, a feeling that told him the fabric of the town's quiet life was about to unravel. The stranger's name was Victor Castellanos, and he was a bounty hunter, sent by the government to track down a creature that had been causing havoc in the surrounding countryside. Alejandro's interest grew as he listened to the tales of livestock disappearing, crops destroyed, and whispers of a beast that walked on two legs but had the strength of ten men. It had been decades since the last monster had been talked about in such a way, and Alejandro couldn't resist the urge to hear more. He invited Victor into his shop, the cool darkness a stark contrast to the blistering heat outside. As Victor spoke, Alejandro's mind raced. The details were vague, the descriptions more suited to a campfire ghost story than a real creature. Yet, there was something in the bounty hunter's voice that suggested he wasn't lying. Alejandro leaned in, his eyes never leaving Victor's as he listened intently. The shop, usually a bastion of comfort, now felt suffocatingly small, the air thick with the scent of danger and intrigue. He knew that he had to be careful; the last thing he wanted was for his beloved town to become the next victim of the creature's rampage. With the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows through the shop, Alejandro made up his mind. He had lived his entire life in El Castillo, and he wasn't about to let some mythical beast destroy it. He stood, his old bones creaking like the floorboards beneath him, and offered Victor a hand. "I know this place like the back of my hand," he said firmly. "If there's something out there, we'll find it together." The two men stepped out into the cooling night, their shadows stretching out like sentinels before them, ready to face whatever horrors the darkness might hold. The townsfolk watched from their windows, their whispers following them like a ghostly chorus, as they ventured into the unknown. Their first stop was the local tavern, La Cantina del Diablo, where the whispers grew louder and the stories more vivid. Alejandro knew every face there, and every face knew his. They spoke in hushed tones, sharing tales of the monster's depravity. One spoke of a farmhand found half-eaten in a field, another of a child's shoe left behind in the dirt as if discarded by some giant hand. Alejandro felt a shiver run down his spine, but his resolve remained unshaken. He bought a round of drinks for the room, hoping the loosened tongues would yield more information. As the night deepened, the air grew thick with the scent of fear and desperation. Alejandro's keen eyes picked up on the subtle cues: the way a mother clutched her child closer, the nervous glances exchanged between friends, and the way the men spoke in hushed tones, their voices tight with tension. It was clear that the creature had become a monster not just in the literal sense, but in the minds of the people it haunted. Victor, a man of few words, took in the atmosphere with a stoic silence that spoke volumes. His hand never strayed far from the holster at his side, and his eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of the beast's presence. Alejandro could see the tension coiled within him, like a spring ready to snap. But Alejandro knew that the real battle would be convincing the townspeople to trust an outsider, to come together in the face of fear. He raised his glass in a toast. "To new friends," he said, his voice cutting through the murmurs, "and to facing whatever lurks in the shadows of our beloved El Castillo." The room grew quiet as the townsfolk looked from Alejandro to Victor and back again. There was something in Alejandro's gaze, a spark of hope and determination that seemed to catch fire in the hearts of those who met it. One by one, they raised their glasses, their eyes meeting Victor's. The bounty hunter's expression softened slightly, and he nodded in understanding. The alliance was forged, a bond born of necessity and a shared love for the town. They knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but together, they would face it. For in the end, it was not the monsters outside their doors they had to fear, but the ones lurking within their own hearts. The next morning, as the town slowly woke up to the sound of roosters crowing and children's laughter, Alejandro and Victor set out into the countryside. The air was still cool, carrying the promise of another scorching day. They followed the trail of destruction that had been left behind, a grim reminder of the beast's power. Alejandro's eyes searched the landscape, noticing every detail that seemed out of place. His knowledge of the land was second to none, and he hoped it would give them an advantage. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the signs grew more ominous. Trees had been torn apart, their branches twisted into grotesque shapes as if by a giant hand. The ground was littered with the bones of livestock, picked clean by scavengers that had been drawn to the feast. The silence was oppressive, as if even the animals knew to stay away. Alejandro felt his heart race, the excitement of the hunt mixing with a primal fear that he hadn't felt in years. The sun was at its zenith when they found the first clue that was more than just destruction. A small shrine, nestled in the crook of a tree, had been desecrated. It was a place where the townspeople often left offerings to the old gods, hoping for protection. Alejandro felt a pang of anger and sadness as he saw the sacred items scattered and the images defaced. It was clear that the creature was not just a mindless beast but something with a twisted sense of spite. They pressed on, the trail growing colder with each step. The townsfolk had provided them with supplies, and Alejandro was grateful for the simple comforts of food and water. Yet, the further they went, the more he felt the weight of his decision. He had promised to keep El Castillo safe, and now he was leading a stranger into the very heart of the danger. What if he had made a mistake? What if Victor wasn't the hero they needed, but another monster in disguise? Alejandro pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. They would find the creature and put an end to the fear that had gripped the town. Or so he hoped. The landscape shifted from rolling fields to rugged hills, the vegetation growing sparse and thorny. The air grew heavy with the scent of something foul, a stench that clung to their clothes and filled their lungs with each breath. Alejandro's eyes narrowed as he studied the ground. The tracks had become fresher, the soil more disturbed. They were getting closer. Suddenly, Victor's hand shot out, grabbing Alejandro's arm and yanking him behind a large boulder. "Shh," he hissed, his eyes fixed on a point further up the hill. Alejandro followed his gaze and saw it: a massive figure, half-man, half-beast, lurching through the scrubland. Its eyes were like embers in the shadows, and its breath steamed in the cold air. It was unlike anything Alejandro had ever seen, a creature born of nightmares and ancient curses. Victor's hand hovered over his gun, his body tense and ready. Alejandro could see the beads of sweat on the bounty hunter's forehead, feel his own heart hammering in his chest. They watched the monster for what felt like an eternity, waiting for it to move, to give them an opening. But it remained still, as if it knew they were there, taunting them with its very presence. Alejandro took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He knew that the moment they stepped out from behind the rock, their lives would change forever. Finally, the creature lumbered away, disappearing into the distance. Victor's hand slowly fell to his side, his shoulders slumping in relief. Alejandro stepped out from their hiding place, his eyes never leaving the spot where the monster had been. "We have to tell the others," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "They need to be ready." The journey back to El Castillo was fraught with tension. Alejandro felt the weight of his responsibility like a boulder on his back, each step heavier than the last. He knew that the townspeople would look to him for guidance, for reassurance that the creature could be defeated. And he had to give it to them, even if he wasn't so sure himself. As they approached the town gates, Alejandro's thoughts raced. How could they prepare for something so unnatural? How could they fight a creature that seemed to be a part of the very land itself? He looked to Victor, whose expression was grim. "We need a plan," Alejandro said. "We can't just wait for it to attack again." The bounty hunter nodded, his eyes hard. "We'll need to set a trap," he said. "Use the land against it, just like it uses its strength against us." Alejandro nodded, his mind already racing with ideas. Together, they would harness the power of the town's unity and the knowledge of the ancient texts Alejandro had read in his shop. They had a creature to hunt, and they would not rest until it was no longer a threat. The town gathered in the square that evening, the air electric with fear and determination. Alejandro stood before them, his eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "We will not be defined by this monster," he declared, his voice strong and steady. "We are the people of El Castillo, and we stand together." With that, he and Victor laid out their strategy, detailing the traps they would set and the weapons they would use. The townsfolk listened, their eyes wide with a mix of terror and hope. The night fell, and Alejandro couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping in. They were about to face the unknown, to confront the very essence of fear itself. But as he looked around at the faces of his friends and neighbors, he knew they had something the creature could never have: the strength of community. And with that, they would face the night and whatever it brought. The monster did not come that evening, nor the next. But Alejandro knew it was only a matter of time. They continued to prepare, sharpening their knives and setting their traps. The town was on edge, every noise a potential threat. Yet, in the quiet moments between the preparations, Alejandro felt a strange kinship with Victor. They were two men from different worlds, brought together by fate to fight a common enemy. And as they sat in the quiet of La Tienda de Ale, poring over dusty tomes and sharing stories from their pasts, Alejandro began to understand that Victor was not just a cold-hearted bounty hunter but a man with his own demons to face. The third night, the creature struck again, closer to town than ever before. Alejandro and Victor raced to the scene, hearts pounding in their chests. The trail was fresher, the destruction more severe. The creature had left a path of carnage through a field of ripe maize, the golden corn stalks now a twisted, blood-splattered mess. Alejandro felt a surge of anger and fear for his people, and he knew that the time had come to end this nightmare. They spent the next few hours setting the final pieces of their plan into motion. Alejandro guided Victor to a hidden ravine that he believed would be the creature's next target, based on its previous movements. It was a narrow, treacherous place, surrounded by rocky cliffs and thick brush—perfect for an ambush. Together, they rigged the area with ingenious traps made from the very essence of the town's ingenuity: ropes and pulleys, sharpened stakes, and pits filled with jagged rocks. As they worked under the moon's silver light, Alejandro spoke of the legends of old, of the gods who had once roamed the earth, leaving behind creatures of myth and terror. "This... thing," Alejandro said, his voice low, "it's not of this world. It's a relic of a time we've forgotten." Victor grunted in acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving the task at hand. "Then we'll make sure it returns to the shadows," he said, his voice steely with resolve. The night grew old, and Alejandro could feel the tension coiling tighter in his gut. Each second that passed was a silent scream, a ticking clock that counted down to the moment of truth. And then, just as the first light of dawn began to kiss the horizon, they heard it: the monster's unmistakable roar, a sound that seemed to shake the very earth beneath their feet. They took their positions, weapons at the ready, their hearts beating in unison with the thundering footsteps that grew louder with each passing moment. Alejandro whispered a silent prayer to the gods he wasn't sure he believed in anymore, and Victor checked the mechanisms of his traps one final time. And then, with the sun peeking over the horizon, the creature appeared, a hulking shadow against the fiery backdrop. It was a beast unlike any Alejandro had ever seen—taller than the tallest man, with skin as thick as a bull's hide and eyes that burned like hot coals. It sniffed the air, and Alejandro could almost see the malicious grin stretch across its bestial face as it caught their scent. With a roar that echoed through the ravine, the creature charged. Alejandro's plan was set into motion, the traps springing to life with a symphony of snaps and clatters. The creature howled in fury as it was ensnared, struggling against the ropes that held it fast. Victor took aim, his pistol steady, and Alejandro watched as the bounty hunter's expression grew cold, the hunter's focus sharp as a knife's edge. The creature thrashed, the ground shaking beneath them. Alejandro felt the first tendrils of doubt creep in. What if their plan wasn't enough? What if the monster was too powerful? But then he saw something in Victor's eyes, a spark that told him they had a chance. The townsfolk had come to their aid, armed with whatever they could find, their faces a mix of fear and defiance. The battle was fierce, the air ringing with the clang of metal and the creature's inhuman screams. Alejandro fought alongside Victor, each man playing their part with precision. The townsfolk watched in awe as the two men, so different in every way, moved as one, a force of nature against the monster that had plagued them. As the creature weakened, Alejandro saw his opening. He leapt forward, a makeshift spear in hand, and drove it into the beast's side with all his strength. The creature roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, but Alejandro held firm, his eyes never leaving the monster's fiery gaze. The townsfolk watched, their breaths held, as Victor took his chance and fired a silver bullet into the creature's heart. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The monster's eyes went wide, and then it slumped to the ground, the fight leaving its body in a final, guttural exhale. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant chirp of a bird welcoming the dawn. Alejandro felt his knees buckle, the weight of the night's terror finally releasing its grip on him. The town erupted into cheers as Alejandro and Victor emerged from the ravine, exhausted but victorious. The sun had fully risen now, casting its warm glow over El Castillo and banishing the shadows of the night. The people rushed to them, their faces a tapestry of relief and gratitude. Alejandro felt a swell of pride in his chest, not just for himself, but for the town that had come together to face their fear. In the days that followed, the townsfolk worked tirelessly to rebuild what the creature had destroyed. Alejandro's shop became a makeshift hospital for the injured, and the town square a staging ground for repair efforts. The bonds of community grew stronger with every brick laid and every seed planted. And amidst the work, whispers of the monster's true nature began to spread. Some said it was an ancient curse, others that it was a creature from a time before men. Alejandro listened, knowing that the truth was likely somewhere in between. Victor remained in El Castillo, his job unfinished. The government had sent him to destroy the monster, but Alejandro knew that the bounty hunter had found something more in the town's embrace—a purpose beyond the hunt. The two men became unlikely friends, sharing meals and stories under the shade of the town's old oak tree. Alejandro saw in Victor a kindred spirit, a man seeking redemption in the face of his own demons. Together, they continued to search the countryside for signs of the creature's kin, ensuring that El Castillo would never again face such terror. With each step, Alejandro felt a sense of peace settling over him. The creature was gone, but the memory of its presence served as a stark reminder of the fragility of their lives. Yet, in the face of such darkness, they had found the light of unity. And as they watched the town rise from the ashes of fear, they knew that the real victory was not in the monster's defeat, but in the strength of the human spirit that had prevailed. The story of Alejandro and Victor became the stuff of legend, whispered around campfires and sung in the taverns. They had become the guardians of El Castillo, the protectors of the innocent. And as the town grew and the years passed, the tale of their bravery grew with it, a testament to the power of friendship and the indomitable will to survive. But Alejandro knew that their work was never truly done. The world was vast and full of mysteries, and he had a feeling that the monsters of the night were not so easily vanquished. Yet, with Victor at his side, he faced each new challenge with courage and wisdom, for he had learned that in the darkest of times, the light of hope could be found in the most unexpected of places. And as the sun set on another peaceful evening in El Castillo, the two men sat outside La Tienda de Ale, their eyes on the horizon, ever vigilant, ever ready. For the monsters of the world had met their match in the hearts of two unlikely heroes.

By Carlos del Puente