Maten las Luces
Inez d’Umbroso peered in through the skylight, thoroughly disgusted with the frivolity of these ostentatious displays. She’d been denied all that was light, everything deemed good. It seemed these ricos asquerosos had banished her to live with the snakes, with only the bitter dirt to eat.
Oh, how she longed to plunge their silly little lives into darkness, the darkness in which she had learned to thrive. How she pined to drag them down to see things the way she was forced to see. She’d drag them kicking and screaming if necessary.
She found compañeros who shared her sentiments, they were more than willing to help.
“¿Ahora, jefa?” one muttered, finger twitching over the main killswitch.
“Espera…” she hissed, holding up her hand. They think they can see everything from their high perches, she thought with disdain.
“Vale chicos, maten las luces,” she ordered with a thin sneer. To herself she added, “They ain’t gonna see nothin’ t’night.”