Post by El Muertos on Feb 23, 2020 18:43:30 GMT -5
The sun sets in the clouds out of the airplane window El Muertos is traveling on. The beautiful blue, orange and purple grow lights up the cabin as if the passengers are living in a fever dream. The luchador sits alone in a row of three with full face paint on. He stares out the window looking at the world go by underneath him at many hundreds of thousands of people looking like ants going about their daily lives.
Fat man: Can we sit here pal?
In the aisle way two people unmistakably tourists, and wider the the average person look in at El Muertos in his lonely aisle.
El Muertos: Amigos of course, join me.
The two Americans, man and woman, ready for the time of their lives at Disneyland squeeze into the two vacant seats. The fat man sits closest to El Muertos immediately invading his arm and leg space, but the luchador doesn't seem annoyed at all. The fat man awkwardly throws his hand over to shake.
Fat man: I'm Billy, this is my beautiful wife Melissa. We're heading to Florida. How about you?
El Muertos: New York, then Boston.....
Fat man: Following a KISS reunion tour!
The couple snigger at El Muertos’ face paint, which also doesn't bother the luchador.
El Muertos: In my culture we wear candy skulls on our faces as a tribute to the dead. We don't fear death but welcome it into our lives and accept the natural cycle of life. We believe this honours the living memory of our ancestors. I'm sure this sounds something silly Halloween to you, but I've devoted my life to punishing the evils of the living. In reflection ese, the dead seem much more innocent than those walking around us.
Fat woman: Whoa geeez, that's dark.
El Muertos: No in Mexico this is the opposite. I live a happy life amiga.
Fat man: So what's in Boston?
El Muertos: Thirteen evils I must hurt. Pain is a healer. These thirteen will be forced to confront the evil that controls them and ultimately suffer because of their lust for evil.
Fat man: Are you a serial killer or something?
El Muertos: Haha, death is not for us to decide it comes and goes as it wants.
Fat man: You're a funny guy, in a weird way. You know?
El Muertos: I understand how people perceive me.
Fat man: Well we got a twenty four hour layover in New York as well.
Fat woman: We were thinking of seeing the statue of liberty.
El Muertos: That sounds good, i’m having a liberty themed week as it is amigos.
Fat man: You should join us. I know this place to get a great slice, we could take you.
El Muertos: Your good people. I don’t think you should follow me. Those who get too close to me only get hurt. Evil follows me everywhere.
Awkwardly ending the conversation El Muertos returns to staring out the window while his neighbours start getting stuck into their snacks.
