“Don’t talk about my father like that, you slut!”
When she’d throw shit on his father's name, he would see red and call her every name under the sun. Every time she would stand there—motionless like a jellyfish. And every time he would leave, slamming the front door.
He would steal his parents’ car and meet up with his friends to rip something apart. They often met in a deserted parking lot, they would drink some beers and throw the bottles against the walls. They called it: ‘acoustic wall’—a challenge to see who could throw the bottles the hardest and make the most noise. When they were in luck, they would also play ‘acoustic tramp’ and they would throw bottles at homeless people or anyone who dared to pass by.
That evening though… he needed something more exciting.
Peep
What we doing tonight, OG? Zone 4 parking lot?
OG
Come on, let’s do something different
Ace
What about the dung Tower?
The E Tower or ‘decay Tower’ was inside the Complex of Towers and it had been abandoned for years, even before the massacre. It was a tower covered in bird droppings, stuffed with urine-filled plastic bottles, syringes, cigarette butts and various garbage. For more than 10 years, it had been a bivouac for addicts and degenerates, but for some months now nobody dared to get close to it, for the same reason they didn’t dare to get close to the complex.
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The massacre of Icarus.
The terrible crimes, which had shocked the city, remained a mystery. It hadn’t been possible to identify a suspect, nor the murder weapon. The culprit was still on the loose. The last crime had been committed in the F Tower—generally known as Icarus. The latter was still a crime scene and therefore, it was sealed and constantly being controlled by the police.
The offices of Icarus were temporarily closed off and they would stay so until the closure of the case. The investigations were slowly expanding in all of the complex, but for now only the Icarus Tower remained a no-go area.
OG
Alright. Have we got some 94?
Peep
Got some black 94. Almost empty, but Mutt should have some more
Mutt
Yeah, got it
OG
Then let’s go
They met up in the district with their beers and spray cans in their hands. The ceiling of the corridor leading to the E Tower was moldy and the dirt had encrusted on the dark glass walls of the empty offices. They were scared, but they didn’t show it: fear was for the weak.
“It’s sealed shut. What do we do?”
“Maybe there’s a reason. Maybe we shouldn’t go in…”
“What a bunch of wussies. Well, I won’t stop because of a wall. There has to be a way to get in and I… will find it.”