Saw the film "Coco" the other day and I got an idea for this fanfic...hope you like it, it's not much but it's something


"if you must go...then I'm sending you off with a toast!"

Héctor looked towards the door wanting nothing more than to walk out of it, but it would be rude to turn down his childhood friends offer of a drink though, he would just quickly swig it down, get it over with...

But just as he was about to turn back inside...

"Papa! Papa!" came a little voice from outside forcing him to look back out to see a small girl, her raven colored hair in pigtails and a large grin on her face, rush towards a man who stood in the doorway of a house, who welcomed the tot with open arms, laughing heartily as she launched herself into them to decorate her fathers face with kisses.

Héctor smiled warmly at the scene, thinking about how his daughter would welcome him home, her braids would bounce as she ran at him and she would attempt to scale his legs till he dropped his things on the ground to scoop her into his arms, spinning her making her squeal and screech in pure delight like he had performed magic, his beautiful wife would also be in the doorway, glaring at him for being away for so long, but she too would soon come out to greet him in her own way, perhaps even lightly bonk him on the head with a shoe she had been making, but then she would kiss him and he would hold her as well...

"Amigo...your drink..." Ernesto said next to him and held out the shot glass to Héctor who turned to look at him, the clear liquid gently swished inside the shot glass as the larger man silently beckoned him to take it, but now the musician had other thoughts on his mind.

"I'm not really thirsty anymore.. let's just go, I want to be clear-headed" Héctor turned fully towards the door and started to walk out only to have a beefy arm wrap around his shoulders and twist him back and a booming laugh erupted into his ears making them ring.

"Come now old friend...one drink won't KILL you! and you need to relax a bit after all we have been doing shows all day, and now you will go on a long train ride" Ernesto said now putting the glass under Héctor's nose making it burn slightly from the scent of the alcohol.

"Amigo you're hurting me please-" Héctor started to say before looking down

That's when he saw it

There it was, if he had just taken it and quickly forced it down like he was going to, he would not have noticed, but now that the glass was up right next to his face, he could see them, little sand-like crystals on the edge of the rim, and he highly doubted it was sugar or salt for the drink.

"Just a sip..." the larger man started to say

"No!" Héctor tried to wiggle out of his supposed friend's grip, the alarm bells in his head going off loudly, thankfully his squirming caused the attempted murderer to spill the toxic concoction to the floor where it spilled, now harmless to it's intended victim.

But he had no time to relax

The arm that had once been around his shoulders had shifted upwards to wrap like a pythons coils around his neck, he struggled more to get free, but his attempts at that were useless.

"I do not consider myself a savage Héctor...a clean death by poison seemed like it would be better for you...but you leave me no choice now..." Ernesto whispers tightening his grip around the thin neck either trying to snap it or just waiting for the songwriter to suffocate, whichever happened faster.

Héctor felt his mind start to fog up as precious oxygen was stolen from him, he couldn't breathe at all now, his lungs burned, screaming for cool air to fill them, he had just wanted to go home! and now his childhood friend was going to murder him over it...

No, he refused to die like this, he would not be strangled to death, then be buried in some unmarked shallow grave like a criminal!

Hector twisted his body as best he could, trying to clear his mind as best he could without being able to breath, then took a page out of his beloved Imelda's book and stomped on Ernesto's foot, digging his boots heel in as deep as it would go into the other mans foot and was rewarded with a pained yelping and the ability to take air into his body once again.

He saw the humorous image of Ernesto bouncing up and down on one leg holding his injured foot, yelping like a chihuahua, Hector would have laughed if his throat was not throbbing in pain, he ran out the still opened door, hoping his would-be murderer was too hurt to chase him.

The train station came up fast, he would go home and deal with what happened later, he just wanted to be safe inside the train right that moment, get as far away from Ernesto as he could.

He gave the attendant his ticket, which he had purchased that morning, trying to keep himself from looking insane as he was still panting a bit and he could feel a bruise forming across his neck.

None of that mattered now though

Héctor found his seat and slumped into it looking out the window to see Ernesto running for the station himself, but he was too late, the train was already starting to move, he could not get at Héctor now or ever again.

He was going home

Alive


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