March 9th, 1975
The next day, Chico watched a few U.S. Marine soldiers approach Paz' cell and unlocked the door. One of the soldiers reached for Paz, but the rebellious girl smacked their hands away.
"Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!" Paz snapped.
The guard responded by swinging his rifle at Paz's face before slamming her to the ground. Chico could only watch in horror as they dragged her out of her cell and started to beat her.
"Paz...!" Chico whimpered.
It was too much for the young boy to see. He has never seen such savagery to prisoners before. Heard, but never seen. The strangest thing to Chico was that they weren't even asking her for any information. They were just assaulting someone who couldn't fight back.
March 10th, 1975
It was the same routine as yesterday. Paz was taken out of her cage and beaten within an inch of her life with no one questioning her for any information. The only thing that they were getting out of her was her blood and tears.
March 11th, 1975
Paz's torture continued. After hours of nonstop beatings, the proud girl couldn't even wince in pain anymore. One of the soldiers raised his fist, but was immediately stopped by a man who wore a trench coat and a ten-gallon hat.
"She looks weak," the man said. "We need her alive."
"Yes, sir," the soldier nodded.
As the soldiers dragged Paz back to her cell, the man walked approached Chico, who was immediately scared by the man's appearance.
"What's wrong, kid?" the man smirked, caressing his blue scarred face. "You look like you've seen a phantom or maybe… a Skull Face."
"Skull Face…" Chico repeated.
"Don't forget it," Skull Face chuckled.
Paz was then thrown into her cage and Skull Face took his leave with the other marines.
"...Paz," Chico called out to the barely conscious girl.
"Hm?" Paz weakly responded.
Paz weakly raised her head and stared at Chico.
"You're back early today," said Chico.
"Early..." Paz repeated.
"The sun is still up," Chico pointed out.
Paz then turned her head to her right and looked towards the ocean to find that the sun was inching closer to the horizon.
"Si," Paz nodded.
"Y-yeah," Chico replied.
"Chico," Paz started.
"Yes?" Chico responded.
"Let us not do this, okay?" asked Paz.
"Huh?" the confused boy replied.
"I do not think I want to talk to you," said Paz.
Chico couldn't understand what Paz was saying. Why would Paz not want to talk to him after all he did to get to her?
"But..." Chico started. "I came here to..."
"Just be quiet," said Paz. "Or I'll scream."
"What the... I don't get it," Chico mumbled.