La Raza: Part 1
well i was in class... so as usual, i was just looking around on my comp. since we didn't do much since it is the first day, i figured hey ill look and see what ive got on this thing. and i found my story, La Raza.
i might of mentioned it before, but its a comic/ story im writing about a mexican super hero team. My kids love it so i thought, hmm ill put it up on lj. Enjoy, therse a bunch more to the story and maybe later on this week ill put up some sketches of the characters.
La Raza: Part 1 "Rafa"
“Minutes to play in today’s World Cup Semifinals; Mexico and Brazil are tied after 88minutes of gameplay that can only be described as, beautiful futbol. Both team’s seem to be taking these last minutes as a breather and awaiting overtime to continue”
“BRAZIL! They’re moving with just over a minute to play! They’ve caught Mexico by surprise and are now surging down the field to the goal!”
On the field: the Brazilian soccer team, steams down the field to the Mexican goal. Taken up the right side of the field the ball is centered by Brazil’s right midfielder. The ball goes high and seemingly over the heads of those in the center but towards a long brazilian forward.
“a bicycle kick!” the announcer shouts and the crowd falls silent as the ball almost in slow motion shoots towards the goal.
The goalie out of position, he lunges. Defenders and forwards alike stand watching the ball move towards the corner of the goal.
The crowd erupts with, “Goooooooaaaaaaaaal” a bit too prematurely, for the ball hits the cross bar at the top corner and ricochets out back onto the field.
“it hit, it hit, the ball didn’t go in!” he screams in total disbelief, “and now it seems like mexico is going to counter attack with less than a minute to play. The ball landed at the feet of a defender, who quickly passes it to… Rafa… Rafael Murrieta! Rafa, looks sercious, and yes! He’s going, he is going for the goal!”
Rafael Murrieta, the hero of Mexico. Not only a soccer player but a political activist for those who have less in his country, he’s funded programs, hospitals, schools even small towns for the better. Loved by all in Mexico he is a hero off the field, but on the field he is considered more than a hero, for his skill on the field is almost magical. It would be no surprise to all Mexicans watching, if Rafa had taken off in flight right now, that is the hero they have come to admire and are now watching on the field.
Everyone watching both in the stadium knows what going to happen when Rafa gets that look in his eyes, Brazilian defenders call their forward counterparts to run back and defend. Rafa’s speed wont be matched in these last few seconds as he races down the field, so they wont catch him from behind despite their efforts.
His eyes on the goal, nothing more. His obstacles, men being passed one by one. No longer in his field of vision. He knows time is not on his side, he knows the ref is looking at his watch to call them game in seconds. So down the middle he flies, Defenders gone soon it becomes him and the goal, he can’t even see the goalie. Can’t even hear the crowd or anything but his beating heart. The ball comes to his left side, so his right foot
plants and his body turns bringing his left leg around with full force kicking the ball to the goal.
The ball flies in and Rafa falls to his knees. He scored the winning goal for his team, for his country. Mexico will be going to the World Cup Finals, having beaten Brazil, considered the best team in the world.
Slowly Rafa feels the grass under him, he hear’s his own yells of glory and can see the sky above him as he’s looking up. He takes in a deep breath and that moment he stops his yell, he hears the rest of the stadium. He hear’s nothing, his eyes open looking to the stands, people in the front had run out of the seats moving away from the field, and the rest stared at him with looks of fear. Rafa coming to his feet turns around and sees the same is happening all around the stadium. He looks back down the field, where his team is standing all together on the sidelines staring at him. Behind as he looks to the rest of the field he sees his trail, of where he ran to the goal. A trail of grass that is burned black, but not by fire.
Medical personal rush onto the field with stretchers and carts. The Brazilian defenders that Rafa had passed were on the ground, two unconscious the third slowly getting to his feet. Looking around Rafa noticed that the goalie for the Brazialian team wasn’t even in the goal, but rather had rush to the sidelines aswell.
His most tightly kept secret was now out. There was no turning back, and for the first time Rafa truly felt fear deep within himself. His electromagnetic power finally was unleashed in front of the world and he had hurt others with it. Rafa’s greatest fear had finally come to pass.
In the days to come, the Cup was put on a hiatus because of the incident. FIFA met many times in order to determine what would be the result of Rafa’s actions. Until then, Rafa had to be sent to a hotel alone away from his teammates and away from prying eyes. A week after the incident there was finally a press conference that was held, The ruling committees for FIFA aswell as Mexican soccer sat together along with Rafa about the incident. It had been decided, firstly that he would not be allowed to play soccer under any league governed by FIFA for he was deamed a high risk hazard to other players and spectators aswell as himself. The game against Brazil would also be counted as a loss, a forfeit for Mexico for having used a player with “abilities”. Lastly, over the span of the last 4 years, Mexico’s titles would be stripped from all tournaments they have played using Rafael Murrietta. The conference quickly ended and Rafa was escorted out of the building by police as though he were a criminal.
The Mexican team was flown back home and Rafa flew home on a small private jet two weeks after the team in order to keep him from the mass mob of people. In the months that followed, Rafa lost all endorsements, he had become the greatest villain in the Mexican people’s eyes. Scorned by every look and every word that was directed to him. With nothing, not even family support, he left his home in Mexico City and moved to a small apartment on the outer edge of Guadalajara. Alone there he stayed, sad depressed and of course hating himself and the curse that was placed upon him.
i might of mentioned it before, but its a comic/ story im writing about a mexican super hero team. My kids love it so i thought, hmm ill put it up on lj. Enjoy, therse a bunch more to the story and maybe later on this week ill put up some sketches of the characters.
La Raza: Part 1 "Rafa"
“Minutes to play in today’s World Cup Semifinals; Mexico and Brazil are tied after 88minutes of gameplay that can only be described as, beautiful futbol. Both team’s seem to be taking these last minutes as a breather and awaiting overtime to continue”
“BRAZIL! They’re moving with just over a minute to play! They’ve caught Mexico by surprise and are now surging down the field to the goal!”
On the field: the Brazilian soccer team, steams down the field to the Mexican goal. Taken up the right side of the field the ball is centered by Brazil’s right midfielder. The ball goes high and seemingly over the heads of those in the center but towards a long brazilian forward.
“a bicycle kick!” the announcer shouts and the crowd falls silent as the ball almost in slow motion shoots towards the goal.
The goalie out of position, he lunges. Defenders and forwards alike stand watching the ball move towards the corner of the goal.
The crowd erupts with, “Goooooooaaaaaaaaal” a bit too prematurely, for the ball hits the cross bar at the top corner and ricochets out back onto the field.
“it hit, it hit, the ball didn’t go in!” he screams in total disbelief, “and now it seems like mexico is going to counter attack with less than a minute to play. The ball landed at the feet of a defender, who quickly passes it to… Rafa… Rafael Murrieta! Rafa, looks sercious, and yes! He’s going, he is going for the goal!”
Rafael Murrieta, the hero of Mexico. Not only a soccer player but a political activist for those who have less in his country, he’s funded programs, hospitals, schools even small towns for the better. Loved by all in Mexico he is a hero off the field, but on the field he is considered more than a hero, for his skill on the field is almost magical. It would be no surprise to all Mexicans watching, if Rafa had taken off in flight right now, that is the hero they have come to admire and are now watching on the field.
Everyone watching both in the stadium knows what going to happen when Rafa gets that look in his eyes, Brazilian defenders call their forward counterparts to run back and defend. Rafa’s speed wont be matched in these last few seconds as he races down the field, so they wont catch him from behind despite their efforts.
His eyes on the goal, nothing more. His obstacles, men being passed one by one. No longer in his field of vision. He knows time is not on his side, he knows the ref is looking at his watch to call them game in seconds. So down the middle he flies, Defenders gone soon it becomes him and the goal, he can’t even see the goalie. Can’t even hear the crowd or anything but his beating heart. The ball comes to his left side, so his right foot
plants and his body turns bringing his left leg around with full force kicking the ball to the goal.
The ball flies in and Rafa falls to his knees. He scored the winning goal for his team, for his country. Mexico will be going to the World Cup Finals, having beaten Brazil, considered the best team in the world.
Slowly Rafa feels the grass under him, he hear’s his own yells of glory and can see the sky above him as he’s looking up. He takes in a deep breath and that moment he stops his yell, he hears the rest of the stadium. He hear’s nothing, his eyes open looking to the stands, people in the front had run out of the seats moving away from the field, and the rest stared at him with looks of fear. Rafa coming to his feet turns around and sees the same is happening all around the stadium. He looks back down the field, where his team is standing all together on the sidelines staring at him. Behind as he looks to the rest of the field he sees his trail, of where he ran to the goal. A trail of grass that is burned black, but not by fire.
Medical personal rush onto the field with stretchers and carts. The Brazilian defenders that Rafa had passed were on the ground, two unconscious the third slowly getting to his feet. Looking around Rafa noticed that the goalie for the Brazialian team wasn’t even in the goal, but rather had rush to the sidelines aswell.
His most tightly kept secret was now out. There was no turning back, and for the first time Rafa truly felt fear deep within himself. His electromagnetic power finally was unleashed in front of the world and he had hurt others with it. Rafa’s greatest fear had finally come to pass.
In the days to come, the Cup was put on a hiatus because of the incident. FIFA met many times in order to determine what would be the result of Rafa’s actions. Until then, Rafa had to be sent to a hotel alone away from his teammates and away from prying eyes. A week after the incident there was finally a press conference that was held, The ruling committees for FIFA aswell as Mexican soccer sat together along with Rafa about the incident. It had been decided, firstly that he would not be allowed to play soccer under any league governed by FIFA for he was deamed a high risk hazard to other players and spectators aswell as himself. The game against Brazil would also be counted as a loss, a forfeit for Mexico for having used a player with “abilities”. Lastly, over the span of the last 4 years, Mexico’s titles would be stripped from all tournaments they have played using Rafael Murrietta. The conference quickly ended and Rafa was escorted out of the building by police as though he were a criminal.
The Mexican team was flown back home and Rafa flew home on a small private jet two weeks after the team in order to keep him from the mass mob of people. In the months that followed, Rafa lost all endorsements, he had become the greatest villain in the Mexican people’s eyes. Scorned by every look and every word that was directed to him. With nothing, not even family support, he left his home in Mexico City and moved to a small apartment on the outer edge of Guadalajara. Alone there he stayed, sad depressed and of course hating himself and the curse that was placed upon him.