The Fourth

"We're all one thing, Lieutenant. That's what I've come to realize. Like cells in a body. 'Cept we can't see the body. The way fish can't see the ocean. And so we envy each other. Hurt each other. Hate each other. How silly is that? A heart cell hating a lung cell." Donald Kaufman, The three.

The young man, tied up to a chair, stared at his opponent with the hate burning in his eyes.

–You fucking monster! How do you dare to do this to me?! I´ll kill you! and you– his eyes fell upon a figure who stood at the corner

–How can you let him to do what he wants? You, probably the best person in this room.

The man opposite to the chair laughed.

–Calm yourself down J. Or I must remember you how finished your reign? Let me think... Oooh yeah, I remember, with a fucking ocean of pain.

–He´s right J. He is on charge because is the better for all of us.

–Oh really? So tell me: How are you doing guys? Do you feel happier? Cause I´m actually not.

–Well, then cry. That´s what you know to do best aren´t you?

–You bastard! In fact I think that you know a lot of it too.

–Maybe but do you know something? At least my butt is not tied up to a chair yet.

–By the moment.

–Why are you always fighting? I can´t have a moment of peace...

–You know this is bad, you know that he just have brought pain to us and to others. J. Stop him now that you can.

–Actually I can´t, J. He have been in charge too much time, now he´s smarter than me.

–So close your mouth, what a hell of guy, stop babbling you give me headache.

–We´re doomed...

At this moment, the room´s door opened slowly, across the doorway, a young man was waiting to enter to the room. He was an average-heighted man, black curly hair, brown eyes and serious look painted in her face.

He advanced to penetrate into the room and closed the door behind him.

–And who the heck are you boy?

–You don´t know? I am the fourth, I´m here to fix your mistakes.

–My mistakes?! That´s incredible man, go away before I kick your butt to the stratosphere.

–I don´t think so, I am the next we want to be and I have strong ties to fight for.

J.´s face turned white, but he recovered quickly and adopted a defensive position.

–Well, you know how this thing works...

The newcomer adopted the same position and faced him.

–For your information I didn´t expected nothing less.

Fable.

J.