Wonderful story as usual Victor, but I think you are missing a her in this sentence:

Gunn seemed shocked to see there

I like this a lot so far, Victor. Can't wait to see where it goes.

Small edit:

Gunn seemed shocked to see there,

to see her there?

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Go Victor!

Line fixed.

You know what I want? I want a fic about the Hermanos Numeros.

Hell, I want them to have their own comic book!

Hmph. It's been a slow day at work, so I've hammered out the first bit of a Hermanos fic. Please tell me whether or not it sucks.

Thank you.

El Diablo Robotico--A Fairy Tale

The true tale of the Hermanos Numeros and El Diablo Robotico is a long one, for there is much you must understand about los Hermanos themselves before you can truly understand how they defeated the Devil's machine.

Los Hermanos had always known they were special, even before they were born. After all, hadn't their mother traveled to El Norte with nothing more than an empty suitcase and two chickens because the Virgin had spoken to her from a plate of frijoles negros and told her that a great destiny waited for her in the city of the blessed angels?

Before long, however, their mother came to doubt the Virgin. There was not much that was great about working twelve hours a day doing other peoples' laundry only to go home tired and weary to a man who often drank more than was good for him. She soon gained a reputation for being a little crazy. After all, what sane woman would fly into a rage and shriek blasphemous curses whenever she saw a plate of frijoles negros?

She remained bitter and angry for a long time. There were other women who worked in the laundry who had even harder lives than she did, yet they did not seem bitter. Perhaps this was because they had not been lured to Los Angeles with bright, false promises.

On the nights where her husband collapsed into bed without saying a word or running his hands over her body, giving her sweet promises that she knew he would keep--not forever, but long enough to give her an illusion of happiness--she would go out walking. Even though she knew it was prideful of her, she never wore her crucifix or carried so much as a withered clove of garlic. It did not matter to her that the vampiros had taken a dozen people that year. If she truly did have a great destiny, God and the Virgin would not let any harm come to her. If the destiny was nothing more than a lie, then what did it matter if the demons took her and drank her blood?

"Oh, mi hijos," she said many years later, "listen and learn from what I tell you. Padre Dominguez may have told you of the Seven Deadly Sins, but I tell you that there is a sin that is darker and far more dangerous than any of those."

"What sin is that, Mama?" asked Dos, who was the brightest and most curious of the brothers.

"Desesperacion," she said, and although her sons did not understood why despair and the loss of hope was any worse than greed, lust, or wrath, they remembered this as they did all the other bits of their mother's advice.

On the nights where her husband collapsed into bed without saying a word or running his hands over her body, giving her sweet promises that she knew he would keep, she would go out walking.

Do you mean "sweet promises that she knew he would NOT keep"

Do you mean "sweet promises that she knew he would NOT keep"

I'm going to go back and revise slightly...

...and she is fixed.

No problem. Just seemed to fit the storyline better, that's all...