Day Lights The Vaccine

Rebel, as his father used to call him, came to America inside the womb of his mother for the first time. His parents run away from their country; El Salvador, escaping from the gang violence, Las Maras, as they are known there.

It was the middle of the nineties when the young couple went through the Sonora desert, for the first time, on the loin of the beast; the train the migrants use to cross Mexico. They put that nickname to the train, because during the day the roof of the train is heated like an oven by the sun.

-This is hell! - She said to her husband - I think I'm going to die.

-No, you have to live for our son… - He replies - He is going to have a great future in America…

But that first adventure end badly when a Texan border guard intercepted the truck in which they were hiding. "Please let us in! We don't want to go back to that hell" Said Rebel's father to the guard, "my wife is pregnant, we just want to find a safe place for our child, please let us in" but the guard didn't care at all.

The young couple was forcibly returned to San Salvador that same night by the immigration, they didn′t show any empathy for the pregnant woman.

-We need to run away from this shithole! – Said the man to his wife when they came back to their home right in the middle of the Mara Salvatrucha's territory – If they know that I'm back, they're going to kill me.. They will open me like a pig.

-We can't do it right know - she screamed in pain by the labor pains.

Rebel was born in the night of the Samhain of 1995. The moon was huge; and it was red as the blood that emanates uncontrollably from an open wound, a prelude to his blood thirst's life.

"El chupasangres" The bloodsucker, as Rebel's father was known inside the Mara, embarked his family in other attempt to enter to the land of the free. They sold their car to pay up to the Coyotes.

Jesús, who would later be known as Rebel, cried the entire trip because of the unbearable heat, Maria, his mother suffered with him, "I'm sorry, baby… I'm sorry; we are doing this for you!" But he didn't understand his mother's words. Inside him, a huge hatred towards pain grew inside his psyche, at that early age a program was installed with pain in his brain, when he grows he will do anything to cause pain to others. Rebel will sell his soul to the devil for that.

The Coyote let the family in the middle of Texan desert. "You are on your own now, good luck" he said. It was night, the baby had stopped crying.

-This time we're going to make it… I'm feeling it… - Said the father to the mother.

Two hours passed when the family saw the lights of a city in the distance. "We're near, baby, we are near…" said the man. She smiled. But they hadn't realized someone had been following them for hours. Someone so morbid and evil, that waited until the last moment to arrest them. He would let them taste a sip of the American dream, and then snatch them away.

-Freeze! The Texan border guard said with a lascivious smile in his face.

They were dragging out from their dream again by the same guard, and send to the hell of the Maras' again.

To save his life and his family's the bloodsucker had to go back to the gang. During this period of time he became abusive, he returned to drugs and alcohol, and also began to beat his wife and his little boy.

When he was four year's old, the little Jesús preferred to be at the streets smocking funny things than in his home with his abuse father. It was during that period of time that he earned that name of rebel; El Rebelde.

The father decided to try again to enter the US, but this time with the help of the Mara Salvatrucha, because they have a well-organized network to help its member to enter to America so they can sell drugs to the gringos.

-We're going to try it again – Said the man to his wife after a beating.

She nodded and said: "I'm pregnant again".

So, three months later, the family went to the bowels of the beast again, the heat was the same, Rebel hated the trip, he complains all the time, the father hit at a couple of times and the little rascal tried to throw himself from the train in motion, only the pregnant mother and her pleading stopped him.

The dark night came, and they were in the same desert with the same red blooded moon in the sky again, but this time a member of the Mara lead them to their goal, their dream, the American dream, rebel's family were dreamers.

They were ambushed by a border patrol lead by the same Texan border guard who found them years ago; the gray-haired man seemed to recognize them. "Well, well, well, what we got here?!" He asked. Rebel hid behind his mother.

-Please man… let us in this time – Rebel Father begged.

The Texan guard observed the man who accompanied the family, his tattoos, his hair cut. "I can't do that, you are accompanied by a member of a gang" He replied.

Rebel's mother stars to cry. "Please, I'm pregnant" She said.

-I'm sorry ma'am, I can do that… Arrest them! – He ordered to his subordinates.

The gang member unsheathed his weapon and fired, injuring the guard on the left arm. The old man fired too, killing him with a shot in the head. Then the Texan guard kills the rest of the family, but he didn't see Rebel, because he was trapped under the lifeless body of his pregnant mother.