The Hunting – Chapter Two
Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Road to El Dorado, I just have Miguel and Tulio locked in my closet for my sexual pleasure (because I am a sicko who loves cartoon characters).
"Miguel!" Tulio hissed.
He received no response from the inert form laying on the cot.
He tried again.
"Miguel! Hey!"
Still nothing.
Craning his neck at an impossible angle, Tulio tried to get a look at his friend's face in the cell across from him. Nothing. Miguel had positioned himself perfectly so that Tulio couldn't see him.
Tulio had never been so worried about him before. In all the time he'd known Miguel, he had never been sick. (Unless it was from too much wine, but he always recovered amazingly fast.)
In Miguel's cell, the blonde suppressed a shudder. He was getting worse, and he knew it.
'What's Tulio going to do if I tell him I'm sick, anyway? It's not like we can get out of here right now and it would only be adding to the problem," he thought, smothering a cough as best he could.
"Miguel?" his friend called.
The blonde ignored the voice, having no energy to answer.
"Miguel! Answer me!" he said, "We have to work out a plan!"
Miguel sighed, rolling over to face him.
"What? How are we going to get out? Gnaw through the bars? We can't do anything!" he snapped. "We're both trapped in separate cells,"
Tulio missed a lot of what he said, being too distracted by Miguel's pale face.
The dark circles under his eyes were worse than ever, and the sweat made his yellow hair hang around his face in greasy clumps.
"Well, if we tried to think of something, maybe we could get out of here!" Tulio shot back, slamming a hand against the bars on his cell door.
Miguel rolled his sunken eyes, giving himself an instant headache. He winced.
"Think then. I have nothing," said the blonde, then he thought, 'I can't even think of a way to keep myself alive long enough to help him escape…'
Tulio was about to say something back, when they both heard footsteps coming down the dank stone hallway.
"Oh, boys?" a familiar voice sang.
Miguel groaned softly.
Jose stepped around the corner, jangling a set of keys.
"What do you want?" Tulio demanded.
"Oh, someone doesn't want to go free…" the huge man taunted.
Jose walked over to Miguel's cell and unlocked the door. He dragged the weak man to his feet and threw him out. The blonde landed on the rock floor with a sick thud. The landing jarred every aching bone in his body.
The Cortez look-alike stood over the man with an odd glint in his eye.
"Leave him alone!" Tulio screamed when Jose let loose a savage kick into Miguel's ribs.
The blonde lay on the floor, gasping and coughing. Fighting just to breathe.
The ruthless man next unlocked Tulio's cell and dragged him out, throwing him next to his friend.
"Miguel! Are you okay?" he asked, turning him onto his back.
"Do I… "gasp" look okay…?" Blood leaked out of his mouth from the bite on his tongue.
"Come on." The black-haired man helped Miguel to his feet, then continued to brace him with an arm around his waist.
"So, what are you going to do to us?" demanded Tulio.
Jose grinned an eerie grin.
"I'm going to let you go free."
The pair gaped at their captor.
"What?" panted the blonde, "What do you mean?"
The smile only grew.
"It's quite simple. I'm going to let you go free, give you a day's head start, and then, I'm going to come hunting you…"
The two stood, staring at him.
"So if I were you, I would get moving…"
Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I last updated, but I'm getting bored with writing. I'm getting back into it, as the only thing I have to look forward to is geometry every day. Lol.
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