part time singers

the young man was on the ground, bloody and beaten as he was given a final kick to the stomach, going unconscious. The gang that had jumped him ran off as a teacher approached afar, flying past Trem and Sophia.

Trem felt a breeze, his mind slightly twinging in pain.

'headache' 

Trem asked the girl, "why... why would he get beaten up?" he looked incredulously at her. Sophia laid her eyes on Trem, now less hostile and more gentle as more wind blew on them.

"He's a pro Palma supporter, some sort of Brazilian nationalist." 

Trem kept a gaze.

Sophia continued,

"This schools all Para, I suppose, lotta immigrants and the people here don't like the dictatorship for his racist actions and our dead families in the war." she spoke, looking at Trem.

"Why did you let it happen?" 

"I don't like those people too."

Trem furrowed his brows, confused at her.

'Is she... apart of it?' he was sent to find any resistance.

"This school... that gang are the people who vow to change the school... burn it to the ground- our principal is a Palma elective."

"..."

she looked to the sky, than to the window at the top, where the principal laid.

"I want to too."

his eyes widened. 

&

Trem saw Vento give him a look towards the ruffians who ran off, looking back towards Sophia as Vento followed the group.

'should I stay with her... or follow the group.' he thought of the principal... the soon to be burning building and Sophia, feeling odd.

'undercover...' he did not want to rope her into his business, though he had no idea why he wanted to protect her gentle gaze.

&

Sophia began to slowly walk away, her feminine boots slightly clicking on the pavement. Trem looked to her frantically, then to Vento Fala who was approaching him.

“Trem” his ‘friend’ spoke to him.

Trem nodded, looking at him but consistently moving his pupils to the corner of his eye, watching Sophia’s back.

“Im going to follow that gang.”

He looked at Trem, his eyes focusing on his distracted demeanor.

“You?” He looked to him curiously, feeling a bit off about his friend.

It could be reflected in Trems eyes, as he  paced around Vento and Sophia, then finally unleashing.

‘ “ “ ‘  Opening and closing his mouth, sounds fading, He sounded frantic, “T-they’re gonna burn the school down, they’re a Paraguayan rebel kids in the school and the principal is a Palma lover… I’m gonna follow Sophia” he looked to Vento as he stared at Trem confused.

“Im… she’s … her father might connect us.” he walked to her direction, leaving Vento standing alone.

‘I’ll tell Riquelme…’ he spoke silently.

His eyes peered toward the ruffians, not out of sight quite yet. He began.

&

Trem looked to Sophia as the wind slowly blew, rain quietly soaking them.

“What… exactly do you mean?”

“?” Her hair, swaying.

“Blow up… the school?”

She nodded gently, looking at him than softly smiling.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I…”

“I think I trust you… it’s a weird thing but… my father… he works at a local gun factory that’s targeted by the Palma faction and…-” she stopped, looking at her soaked shoulder.

“I hate this world we live in now.”

“…”

&

Following the group, was Vento Fala, and the leader of the group wasn’t a teenager, more of a young adult leading a scrap of kids.

‘Oeco Harna’ a devilish man, slits of scars trailing down his eyes.

Vento stayed tucked behind a concrete wall far from the group as rain slowly begun, not quite silencing their words yet.

Cold, dry concrete began to wet in small drips falling.

He could hear a bit of their words.

“Arson.”

“Where he grew up…”

A small can of kerosene, a lighter in their pockets.