A new story! This was always something I wanted to do, but needed a good antagonist to do it justice!

Partners

"Urg!" La Sombra growled, being hit by the poison dart of the Corazon. After finally getting his hands on it, this Football headed fool took it from him! He thought plenty, before going unconscious from the pain of his fall.

Waking up, surprised he wasn't dead and that it was nighttime, he sat up and began dragging his body to wherever civilization was.

While the dart hadn't been powerful enough to kill him, it had done enough to paralyze many parts of his body, making it nearly impossible to move properly.

After hours, he made it to his former camp, only to discover something shocking; the children were still there, as were the adults! And also-

He gasped. The Shortmans!

Glaring evilly, he stared at them. He hated those little runts; all three of them! He watched as Miles and Stella cooed their sleeping child, playing with his hair and massaging his head.

It was such an adorable sight.

However, it didn't last long as the noise that La Sombra was making eventually grabbed their attention, "What was that?" Stella said, making Miles shrug, "I dunno, let's go check it out."

La Sombra winced at the strong light that came his way from Miles' flashlight. And their faces dropped. It was him!

It was La Sombra!

Miles growled, grabbing his dagger, "Don't you move you son of a bitch!"

La Sombra's eyes widened as he tried to lump away, but was met with a stab to the side by Miles, making him scream, "You fucker!" he yelled, grabbing his machete and cutting Miles' palm, making him wince.

He turned to Stella as La Sombra wandered off, "Protect the kids," he said, "I'll take care of him!"

Stella nodded and bolted back to the camp.

The chase was on.

Miles walked carefully in the direction La Sombra went, trying not to grab him attention and gut him at the right moment.

La Sombra however was in a different position, he had been bleeding profusely. It was highly unlikely that he would live much longer.

La Sombra growled, "YOU HEAR THIS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he yelled, grabbing Miles' attention, although he still couldn't find him, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, AND I'M GONNA KILL ARNOLD!

NO MATTER WHAT!" he howled at the top of his lungs. He needed a person, fast!

You see, what La Sombra spent most of his time while not pirating was practicing spells and rituals. He needed them for a moment like this, and he needed a person to help him cheat death.

But what Miles didn't know was how good La Sombra was at maneuvering without being noticed. While he spent his time trying to find La Sombra, La Sombra had already made his way back to the camp. He looked around incase Stella was there, which he couldn't see. Most kids were gone.

But not Arnold.

He smiled at the sight; a sleeping Arnold, completely unaware of what was happening and who was with him. Collapsing on the ground, he brought Arnold closer to him and scrambled in his pocket to find out if his spell notes were still there.

He smiled; they were.

Breathing in and placing his hand on Arnold's forehead, he began the chant, "Oh ojos verdes.

¡Dame el poder, te lo ruego!"

Thunder began to strike, clouds began appearing. Miles looked up in shock at what was going on. He hadn't learned this!

La Sombra continued the chant, "Secoise los guisantes enteros pero muertos.

Morteisma en lugar de mieu vochette vocuier. ¡Endenlieu para la madera Green Eyes!"

Miles tried following the voice, before realizing it wasn't anywhere near him. He looked around before seeing La Sombra at the camp, with his hand on his unconscious son! He began to sprint.

However, even this sight didn't stop La Sombra from continuing his ritual, "Morteisma en lugar de vocuier de mieu vochette. ¡Endenlieu para la madera Green Eyes!"

Miles could barely breathe as he sprinted even quicker.

"¡Endenlieu para la madera Green Eyes!"

Miles had to make it!

"¡ENDENLIEU PARA LA MADERA GREEN EYES! ¡ENDENLIEU PARA LA MADERA GREEN EYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"

Miles, mere feet away from the two, stopped and scream at the sight of a lightning bolt coming down to strike him, shocking him and making the entire camp go on fire.

A few minutes later, Miles was able to make his way back to consciousness. He got up and saw Stella trying to comfort the children, but then turned his eyes to the unconscious La Sombra and Arnold.

Gasping he made his way up to Arnold and felt his pulse; he was alive! Miles breathed the most satisfying sigh ever as he then tensed up when he remembered the other individual at hand.

La Sombra.

Gulping, he began to clench his dagger before releasing it due to the burn it received from the lightning and brought his free hand to La Sombra's pulse; he was dead.

Or was he?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

What a start, I got goosebumps even making this. Seriously a fun story to make so far.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!