They Lived Because the Executioner was Delayed

Posted in the Borderland Beat Forum by _The Magician_

"We don't often read about happy ending stories here. This is the story of the 13 kids that were gonna be killed in Jalisco but managed to escape. Translating is a pain in the ass but thought this story was worthy of me taking the time to translate. "

There were maybe ten or twelve, maybe less, they weren't calmed enough to count each other, they were on the farm for several days, subjected to beatings, torture, listening to the warning that they had already bought the saw to cut their heads off "how nice it will be to see their skulls hanging from the Ameca Bridge," they said over and over again, terrorizing the children, all young, all workers who studied and no more criminals than having dranked a beer on the main square, and having been surprised by the Municipal Police, arrested and fined.

They were terrified and would be killed on May 8, but for their fortune  the executioner did not show up, delayed by something he was not able to try out the new chain saw the criminals had bought. Whenever they could they would beat them. All in one room, barefoot because the first thing the narcos do is take away their shoes so they can not escape, of course they hid the shoes.

 Without eating, because they gave them nothing, and were beaten if they asked for food, plus they shouted that they need not eat because they were going to die.

that day the executioner did not show up, may be he was delayed, perhaps he would come until the next day, but suddenly one of them, who worked as a policeman in Ameca, told the others "go!" He had just seen their captors, three or four, which were layed on the floor under the influence of drugs, completely lost, unconscious and still.

 The same policeman managed to open a window and saved the lives of everyone, but there were two more, two gay boys, who stayed, they were afraid and did not leave. The next day the two were found dead, the criminals showed no mercy , they discharged in the two boys all the rage, because the others had escaped. But at least they did not behead them or cut them into pieces.

That day the policeman from Ameca opened the window all thirteen, started running barefoot through the hill,they didn't care if they were stepping on stones or thorns, even pieces of glass that could cut their bare feet, some bleeding, but all kept on, helping each other as if they had known each other all their life. At that time they were brothers, they were parents and children, they were everything.

 There was a moment when  cloud of dust along the roadway warned them of a car coming at high speed. They hid in bushes beside the road and saw a truck pass in a hurry. In it were the gunmen, their guardians, who were looking for them. Fortunately they did not see.

they continued from Ahuisculco, Tala delegation to a nearby village where they began to call door to door, but nothing. As soon as they saw them, the inhabitants of the farms would close and secured from inside, they would lock windows and doors for them not to enter  by force.

There were several negative, some even violent that they threw in another time, kind people, but the violence of recent years has made anyone to tremble with fear at the sight in his front door to a stranger, now ten, twelve or thirteen, calling for help, saying they were persecuted, that they wanted wanted to kill them.

But a pious soul who opened the door gave them food they ate very desperately, she got them sandals, old shoes and what ever she could find, most likely an angel converted as a housewife who brought them back to life.

They were able to notify the police. One of them had good relations with Civil Protection personnel, so he contacted his friend and he mobilized  the state authorities ... most of them, the survivors, they will not live in Mexico any longer, they are so young that they deserve to live and travel to another place, where there is peace, where they can have tranquility, where their  life is not threatened, because the criminals kept with them all their documents, they know who they are, where they live.