Hey everyone! Bet you weren't expecting a new chapter from me. After fixing up the stories chapters I decided to revise the next chapter and here it is! Chapter two! So much better than the original chapter two that it's not even funny. And there have been some more changes in this one. You'll see what.
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Warnings: Mild violence.
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned the characters or the movie.
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Chapter Two: Tulio Fights
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Tulio stared in shock as Miguel dashed forward, throwing himself onto the monstrosity before them. His mind barely comprehended the fact that Chel was now out of danger, too distracted by his blonde haired partner.
"M-Miguel!" He yelled desperately. He was confused, and fearful for his friend. "What are you doing?" This is too dangerous.
"Never mind that! Just hurry and get Chel and yourself out of here!"
Tulio's mind raced.
Never mind? How can I not mind? The willowy man thought as he watched Miguel struggle to keep his place on the stone jaguar's head.
Suddenly the cat reached up with a huge paw in an attempt to dislodge Miguel from its stony face. The blonde cried out in pain as its long sharp claws caught his back, rending his flesh and causing him to kick out directly into the monster's glowing green eye. The glass cracked under his foot and the enormous creature reared back with a roar of pain. The blonde Spaniard was thrown from his perch on the jaguar's head high into the air above the city of Eldorado.
Tulio could do nothing but watch in horror as his partner's body flew through the air like a ragdoll to land on the ridge overlooking the city.
The raven haired man stared, mouth agape and eyes unseeing, where his friend's body had landed. Over and over again the memory of watching Miguel thrown into the night sky, his body twisting and turning and whirling, was replaying in his deep sapphire eyes.
"Miguel…" Tulio whispered brokenly.
Without warning the jaguar ran off in the direction the blonde haired man had fallen. Tulio stared after the monstrosity for barely a second before sprinting after it. He ran as fast as he could, swifter than ever before. His movements were fueled by fear. Fear for his only real friend, for the person who had been there for him since their childhood. And his imagination wasn't helping. Instead his mind was supplying outcome after outcome, none of which were comforting.
Please Miguel…Be okay…! Tulio begged in his mind as he ran, his mouth too busy taking in precious oxygen to pray aloud.
Despite his heroic efforts, the willowy young man was falling behind beside the creature's leaping strides. Out of the corner of his eye the Spaniard spied a small alleyway, hidden by leaves and bushes. Tulio remembered Chel mentioning it as being a shortcut up to the ridge where it looked like Miguel had fallen. Immediately he veered left into the thin opening.
The raven haired man charged down the narrow path, leaves whipping his face, braches tearing at him as he passed, rocks littering the ground threatening to trip him with every bound. But none slowed him down. Nothing could, not when it was Miguel's life on the line…
Tulio crashed through the bushes, out onto the crest overlooking the golden city. His blue eyes widened as he saw the large stone jaguar looming over the still form of his blonde haired partner.
"NO!" He yelled, throwing himself in front of Miguel's still form, right into the path of the beast.
"You can't have him!" He shouted, his body trembling with fear and adrenaline. "You stupid house cat!"
Tulio's eyes closed tightly holding in the tears he didn't even know had begun to form. However his stormy blue eyes snapped open almost immediately as an eerily familiar voice floated from the shadows.
"I know what you are…And I know what you are not…And you. Are not. GODS!" Tzekelkan yelled as he stepped out in front of the other man, his face alight with triumph.
Hate and fury burned through Tulio's veins as he glared at the man – no, the monster – before him.
"You…" The Spaniard growled, disbelief mixing with his anger. "You are the cause of this?"
Tzekelkan smiled calmly, looking around with what appeared to be satisfaction.
"Indeed. Do you like my handiwork, Lord Tulio?" The rogue priest asked mockingly, smirk evident in his voice.
The Lord in question didn't move his gaze from the Eldoradian across from him as he shifted his stance.
"No." He said simply, his voice calm. Tzekelkan's smile slipped and he stared at Tulio in confusion.
"No?" He whispered. Tulio smirked and his muscles tensed.
"No…I think it SUCKS!" The younger man shouted as he threw himself on Tzekelkan.
The two exchanged blows until Tzekelkan sent Tulio flying with a well-timed punch to the jaw that left him sprawled on the cold floor.
The High Priest straightened his hair and clothes and smirking, sauntered over to the other man who was groaning in pain on the stone.
"How incredibly…disappointing." Tzekelkan said as he came to stand over Tulio, scorn twisting his features. "I would have expected more from a god."
"You're right." Tulio gasped breathlessly, effectively confusing the older man for the second time in the last five minutes. "Miguel and I…We aren't Gods…We're conmen."
Tzekelkan stared in shock and realization as Tulio's pained look vanished and said conman's leg shot out, swiping the dark skinned man's legs out from under him. Tzekelkan hit the ground next to Tulio with a loud thump and Tulio wasted no time in throwing himself onto his opponent once more.
The next few moments were a blur as they twisted, scratched, punched and bucked, wrestling for dominance that neither ever held for long.
Then Tzekelkan's eyes glowed an unearthly green and his hand whipped out. The possessed stature which had been standing forgotten in the background during their fight suddenly leaped forward like a lion onto its pray, its heavy stone paws landing on either side of the duo.
The several tons of rock proved too much for the ledge they were on and a resounding crack echoed through the air. The platform below them shook violently as it began to fall…
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