Three days.

It had been three days since they had arrived in Barcelona, and it had been three days since they had eaten or drank anything. Most of the time Miguel slept the entire day because he was so weak and there was nothing to do. Tulio spent the entire day staring off into space and squishing cockroaches that came up through the holes in the floor. That night, Miguel had had enough.

"That's it! I'm going to go insane sitting in here with you doing nothing. I'm going outside."

"You can't go outside! You'll get arrested!"

Miguel shot an annoyed glance at him. "Listen. We're just sitting in the dark. No pay will come out of that. E-ven-tually, that pervert is going to throw us out, and then we get arrested. So I think we should just go out and get it over with, or at least try to find some money."

Tulio thought about this for a minute. "Your right. Let's just go. We're both just dead men walking anyway." So they both got up and left the building.

* * * * * *

"Now Miguel, just try and make yourself unnoticeable."

"I already know that! Don't tell me what to do." Tulio shut up after that and just walked along side Miguel.

It wasn't soon after that they had to sit down and rest from lack of food and strength.

"Miguel. We got to get something to eat or else."

Miguel nodded. They we're in no condition to walking out on the street alone at night. They would probably get mugged or even killed. Suddenly, he saw a group of men walking down the ally, very drunk. He got an idea.

"I have an idea!"

"What?"

"See those drunks coming' over to us?"

"Yeah."

"I bet that have some money."

Tulio thought for a minute, then his eyes bulged. "Wait a minute! You don't mean we-"

"Yep!"

"But that's stealing! We could get in big trouble for it!"

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Please! We are already in trouble for stealing and it's costing us jobs. So I figure that you have to do with what you got."

"What?"

"UGH! Never mind, just follow my lead."

He suddenly shot up from his sitting place and started to run like a maniac. Tulio hesitated, but then did the exact same thing. Soon after, they collided with the men in the street, immediately knocking them over.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Miguel gasped in fake surprise. "I am so sorry, let me help you up. Tulio, help the gentlemen to their feet."

Both of them helped the drunks to their feet while they dug inside their pockets. Then they carefully took the gold that they found and slipped it into their own.

"What's the-*hic*-what's the rush kiddies?" said one of the men, causing Miguel to nearly vomit with his breath. Uh oh, he hadn't thought of what to say afterwards.

"Uh... Well, we-we-we we're just-"

"We were just late coming home from work," Tulio quickly said, "so we had to run home. You know, don't want the missus' to get all worried for us, am I right?" Tulio gave them a smug smile and nudged the man in the arm. Both of the drunks began to laugh slyly. Miguel sighed. Tulio was always good with lying to his parents.

"Well then," Miguel said, "I guess we should be on our way now. Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen!" Miguel and Tulio left the two men and ducked into the nearest and began to count all the gold they stole.

"I got twenty-eight pesetas." Tulio said proudly. "What did you get?"

"Twenty-one pesetas and seventeen doubloons!"

"Good job. Heh. What a bunch of-"

"Suckers, perhaps?" Came a deep voice behind them. They slowly turned around, and stared into two angry faces. "You think we don't know a couple of robbers when we see one?"

"Yeah." The other man chuckled. "We recognize you two. Tulio Saldovar and Miguel Cervantes."

"And word's been goin' around that there's a hefty reward for you two."

As soon as the man said that, Tulio bolted, dragging Miguel behind him. "RUN!!!" He yelled and let go. After recovering from the shock of being grabbed, Miguel started to run alongside Tulio. After a few minutes, they stopped, gasping for air.

"Did we lose them?" Miguel panted.

"Uh... AAH!! NO!! RUN!!!" And they took of again.

As Miguel got up and started to run, one of the men slid in front off him and blocked his path. "And where do you think your goin'?" Then, he grabbed him and held him in place, as the other one came up, gripping his fist and laughing sinisterly.

Miguel mind was clouded with shock as the blows came searing across his face and into his stomach. Then he coughed and a spurt of blood shot out of his mouth. As his eyes began to fog, he heard a loud crash and felt the man let go of him. As he lied crumpled on the ground, he heard a tussle then footsteps running away. And as something came and picked him up, he blacked out.