El dia de su cumplea?os, Mark recibe un regalo extra?o; un viejo Vinilo que solo tiene una sola canción. En el objeto habita una malvada entidad demonica muy poderosa que intentará arrastrarlo al infierno.
I
Mark siempre odió las fiestas de cumplea?os. Cuando era un ni?o estas reuniones eran la excusa perfecta para que sus padres dejaran salir todo el odio que se tenían el uno hacia el otro, convirtiendo una fiesta infantil en una guerra sin fin.
Una tibia sonrisa se dejó ver a través de la profunda barba de Mark mientras sus amigos y conocidos le entregan los regalos. Algunos de ellos conocen su pasado turbio, así que entregan el presente intentando no violar el espacio personal que Mark celosamente delimita con su mirada. El abrazo de un personaje espontaneo ignorante, que Mark había conocido días atrás, borró la tímida sonrisa de su rostro, sus amigos temerosos se prepararon para una explosión, pero, él, reprimiendo lo más que pudo su ira santa, respondió con un comentario sarcástico y humorístico, "?Caramba Hombre, que me vas a sacar el desayuno con tu abrazo!". El personaje se alejó sin saber que estuvo a punto de hacer estallar otra guerra mundial, y Mark volvió a sumergirse en su propio ser, como el solipsista egoísta que es.
Desde un rincón del apartamento, Teal, la novia sigue cada reacción de su novio, ella lo conoce bien, tanto, que lee sus expresiones faciales como si el rostro de Mark fuera un libro abierto. Sin necesidad de saber leer los labios, ella sabe exactamente lo que él está diciendo. Los amigos de Mark, no se acercan a Teal, de lejos le sonríen con falsa cortesía, pero ninguno se detiene para hacerle compa?ía, su aspecto neo gótico les asusta; su labial negro como el petroleo, sus u?as negras adornadas con curiosas formas esotéricas, sus tatuajes, esa extra?a y oscura sexualidad, les aterra, Para este grupo de "hipsters", Teal es una especie de ser extraterrestre que engatusó a su amigo alejándolo de ellos, en especial de las mujeres, quienes hacen un corrillo lejos de Teal para criticarle su ropa y su posturas corporales.
Teal Tiferet Swan, cuyo primer nombre y apellido significan trullo y cisne respectivamente, y cuyo segundo nombre hace referencia al sexto sefirot del árbol de la vida en el misticismo judío de la cábala; que significa belleza, observa con atención al aquelarre formado por las amigas de Mark, mientras en su mente resuenan las palabras de su padre: "Tu belleza intimida a todos, así que no escuches a los ignorantes"
-?Mira como cruza esas piernas, no le importa que se vea su ropa interior negra! – Dijo una de las amigas de Mark mientras observaba con lasciva curiosidad a Teal.
De alguna forma, Teal escuchó aquel comentario. Furiosa apagó el cigarrillo que estaba fumando y se acercó al corrillo. Las jóvenes se asustaron presintiendo una reacción violenta de la bruja neo gótica, más Teal las sorprendió. ?Desean algo más de comer o tomar? Les preguntó.
-No, gracias – Contestó Laura, la joven del comentario.
-Si necesitan algo, estaré sentada allí, esperando a complacerlas... - Replicó Teal con sorna, y se regreso a su puesto mientras encendía un nuevo cigarrillo.
Mark se dio cuenta del altercado entre su novia y sus amigas. Cuando Teal regresó a su puesto, ambos compartieron una mirada, Mark supo de inmediato que ese peque?o incidente le iba costar pasar la noche en el sofá de la sala. "Y yo que culpa tengo" se musitó a si mismo.
La sesión de entrega de regalos terminó, una gran pila de papel de regalo rasgado yace en el medio de la sala, y una pila de suéteres negros talla M junto a Mark. "?Es que ya no sabemos que regalarte! ?Eres muy complicado!" Le explicó su mejor amigo mientras le esparcía su aliento a whisky barato por todo el rostro.
-Me gusta la ropa color negro – Contestó Mark cortésmente.
-?Eso lo tenemos muy claro! - replicó Charles, el mejor amigo, mientras se?alaba a Teal, quien estaba recogiendo la pila de basura de múltiple colores.
-?El color negro es eterno! - Replicó entre dientes Teal, cuando acabó de recoger el último papel.
Mark no le prestó atención a la respuesta de su amigo Charles a Teal, pues su atención se fue hacia un ultimo regalo que yacía olvidado en el suelo. El objeto era plano y cuadrado, y estaba envuelto en papel periódico antiguo, tenia un mo?o rojo en el medio. Mark se apresuró a recogerlo, mientras Teal y Charles seguían discutiendo. Mark observó la fecha del periódico; 6 de junio del 66.
-??Quien me regaló esto?! - Preguntó Mark en voz alta, pero nadie le hizo caso.
Al verse ignorado Mark buscó un lugar en donde analizar el extra?o objeto. Rasgó la envoltura; era un viejo disco. El Vinilo parecía antiguo, la caratula era de un material parecido al papel bond, estaba amarillenta por el paso del tiempo. En el medio de la caratula había un circulo por el cual se podía ver el centro del disco: un pentagrama invertido con la cabeza de un macho cabrio.
- ??Porque me regalan esto?! - Protestó - ?Yo soy un técnico de seguridad informática! ??Que voy a hacer con un vinilo de hace mil a?os?! - Dijo a la vez que sacaba el objeto de su paquete. En el lado B no había ninguna canción grabada, en el lado A solo una canción, sin nombre - ??Que es esto?!
Curioso por saber quien le dio tan extra?o obsequio, Mark volvió a la reunión, y con su mano estirada hacia el techo gritó a todo pulmón: ??Quien me regalo esto?! Algunos de sus amigos fruncieron su ce?o, otros se encogieron de hombros, nadie sabia la procedencia del vinilo. Frustrado Mark lo arrogó a la pila de suéteres negros y allí yacio ignorado por todos hasta el final de la reunión.
II
La reunión ha acabado, Mark recoge los vasos y platos vacíos, y los lleva presuroso hacia la cocina. Mientras limpia su apartamento, su atención se fija una vez mas en el extra?o vinilo de aspecto diabólico. Camina hacia él, lo toma en sus manos, junto con una jarra de cerveza, que aun tiene contenido, mientras analiza con sus ojos entrecerrados el objeto, Mark se bebe el tibio liquido amarillo. Una sombra pasa delante de él, Mark sube su mirada pero no ve a nadie, lentamente empieza a bajar sus ojos hacia el objeto, entonces siente que alguien lo observa. ?Me voy! Gritó Teal.
-??Te vas?! ?A donde? - Contestó Mark.
-A mi casa.
-Esta es tu casa.
-No, esta es TU casa, Mark.
-?Por Dios, Teal! Llevas viviendo en "mi" apartamento por meses... - Replicó furioso Mark.
-Debo ir a mi casa a alimentar a mi gato.
-Teal, te he dicho mil veces que vendas esa casa, y que traigas a ese animal a vivir acá.
-Nosotros no hemos formalizado nada – Dijo con sus brazos cruzados – Ni siquiera me has pedido que sea tu novia.
-?Por Dios! Llevamos meses con esto... Tu eres mi novia, y quiero que vivas conmigo... ??Porque ustedes las mujeres siempre buscan "Lo oficial"?!
-Pues no puedo contestar por todas las mujeres... por lo menos yo, lo busco para sentirme respetada por tus amigos...
Mark coloca la jarra de cerveza en una mesa, y camina hacia su novia. ?Ellos son un grupo de ni?os consentidos, qué importa lo que ellos piensen.
-?Pudiste averiguar quien te regaló eso? - Preguntó Teal.
-?Este disco? ?No! Y no me importa...
-?Sabes lo que significa eso? -Le preguntó Teal mientras se?alaba el pentagrama en el centro del vinilo.
-No lo sé... debe ser de algún grupo de metal, seguro David me regaló esto, a él le gusta ese tipo de música.
Teal toma una maleta que tiene entre sus piernas, y se dirige hacia la puerta.
-Entonces, ??Te vas?!
-?Ya te dije! ?Debo ir a ver a mi gato! - Contestó furiosa.
-Esto no es por el gato, es por...
-?Si, es por ella!
-Te dije que...
-Dijiste que no vendría y sin embargo ella vino, y se dedicó a hablar mal de mí... ?Me mentiste! - Le interrumpió Teal, y acto seguido salió azotando la puerta.
-??Teal!! - Gritó desesperado Mark, pero ella no volvió.
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