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A burly Mexican man drives down a dirt road in a large truck. He eyes the American woman, Sarah, holding a child in his review mirror. A large Alastian sits next to her, and two men squish themselves next to it. They were quite surprised that she insisted on bringing that mutt.
Sarah brushes the cheek of that small and frail boy, as he sweats slightly from the touch. Sarah sighed, hopefully she can find something that would help him soon. She pats him and closes her eyes, putting her head against his. She starts to say something quiet and soothing words to him.
“Don’t ever give up John, it’s going to get better, I promise.” A small tear falls from her cheek.
“If you ever feel you’re losing hope, remember I’m with you. Don’t give up, don’t die.”
She pats his head again and rocks him gently.
“Someday you’ll look into a beach with beautiful white sand and clear skies, and you’ll be happy. There will be no war, there will be no pain. I will be there.” She kisses him on the head.
“I promise.”
For a moment, John seems to stir from his sickness. The corners of his cheeks seem to pull up slightly and he nearly smiles.
Sarah smiles back and wipes a tear from her eye.
“There you go, my baby.”
She pats his face again slightly and he starts to stir. Pugsly huddles over and looks over at the boy panting heavily with excitement. The man sitting next to the dog pushes him away slightly. His brown fir irritates and tickles his skin in an infuriating cycle. Why did he even agree to such an arrangement? This is utterly ridiculous.
“Dios míos Señora, ¿Qué pasa con tu perro?” He curses.
The boy stirs awake and looks at his mother.
“Mama?” He whispers soflty.
“Yes baby?” She asks him.
“I had a bad dream.” He said.
“Oh?”
“I dreamt a scary man tried to kill me,” He says, “then I dreamt about a lady.”
“Who was this lady?” She asked.
“I don’t know, she looks a lot like you Mama, but she had a large hat. She grew flowers from her hands, and they wrapped around me.” He said with a small tear.
“Oh, dear.” She says gently before hugging him.
“I won’t ever let someone do that to you.” She said.
“You promise Mama?”
“Yes,” She kisses his head, “Now go back to sleep, save your energy my baby boy.”
Without another word, his eyes drift back, and he pushes back into the darkness. Even when he slept, he still seemed so exhausted and frail. Sarah frowned, what a harrowing site. She was going to save him no matter what happened. She was going to Guadalajara and save his son.
“Oye, Senora.” The driver turns his head back towards the mother.
She turns towards the driver.
“¿Dónde está yendo con su niño? (Where are you going with your son?)” He asks, slightly cocking his head.
“Estoy yendo a Guadalajara. (I'm going to Guadalajara)” She says firmly.
“¿Guadalajara? Eso es muy lejos. (Guadalajara? That is very far)”
“Yo sé, pero necesito ir. Mi niño está muy enfermo. (I know, but I need to go. My son is very sick)”
“¿Su niño está enfermo? (Your son is sick?)”
“Si, cual es porque yo necesito mover. (Yes, which is why I need to go)”
“¿Porque no tiene un auto? (Why don't you have a car?)”
“Tuve un accidente. Mi auto se destruyó y no pude arreglarlo (I had an accident. My car got destroyed and I couldn't fix it)”
“¿Accidente? (Accident?)”
“Si, fue un accidente muy horrible. (Yes, it was a very horrible)”
“Aah,” The man said in a deep nod, he then turns to her and smiles. The corners of his mouth start to lift up into a strange smile.
“Que es una lástima. (That is a shame)” He sung. For some reason, he seemed very compassionate towards her. Yet, there was something about the man that Sarah couldn’t shake. For some reason, it’s like he wants to help her. At the same time,
“Si, una lástima. (Yes, a shame)” She nods, trying to hide her inner anxiousness towards the man.
If it weren’t careful, these guys might do something to her. Or maybe not, they were friendly enough to bring her boy and dog with her. Maybe she was being a little suspicious of a stranger. She knew to be wary of them but maybe not all strangers or bad.
Or maybe they are. Maybe when they get there, they were going to take her out back somewhere, do something awful and kill her. Maybe there were ‘stand’ users like Calum. She would never forgive herself for letting that jackass get away. However, whether they were nice or not, she would treat them with the same treatment as everyone else.
As they slow down, she rises a bit from her seat and looks out from the window on the right. They arrive in a small village with small thin wooden houses painted in various colors. It stretched on for a few miles before stopping by another major road. She bit her lip, this place looked a little bit sketchy, but she’ll go through with it. Then, the large truck crawls to a complete stop. It rolls a bit before squeaking.
The first man steps out from the car into the vast dry sand. It makes a heavy thump as he does so, each thump of his heavy boots leads to her side. He yanks it open and gives her a warm smile. The smile seemed a little too enthusiastic, too helpful, too eerie. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He seems to take her hand and lead her out of the car. She holds the boy in her arms as the dog walks by her side.
It barks and snaps a bit at the men.
One man offers to hold her son, but she quickly snatches him away before he has time to touch him. She gives him a small glare and he backs away slightly. The other man lets go and looks at her funny. Sarah looks at him back. He lets go of her and walks casually towards a thin purple building. It was a bright shade of purple and over the top there was a faded text.
“Hotel,” it read.
She takes a small deep breath and pushes herself forward. She could smell the faint smell of cigarettes and whiskey in the air, and the humid heat made it all the worse. The winter only made it slightly more bearable. She steps in, holding her boy John over her right shoulder and the basket in her left hand. She steps forward and reaches the counter. There was a man at the counter, he had a large beard and raggedy hair. He brushes it slightly and says something aloud.
“Bienvenidos, Puedo ayu— (Welcome, how can I—)” Something about it seemed robotic, like a trained line.
He stops to look at the group brother, and a large smile emerges from his face and he runs to the burly man. He rushes towards the man and grabs onto his black shirt.
“¡Hermano! ¿Qué Pasa?”(Brother! What's up?) He laughs, before patting his back.
“¿Qué Pasa?” (What's up?) He laughs before patting him back.
They start to chatter for a while, and as they chatter, Sarah stands from the sidelines. Awkwardly standing there while she clutches her sickly boy in her arms. She pats him slightly as the men laugh and make jokes. He then turns and then eyes Sarah, and strange grin appears over his face. He eyes her for a long time with a strange almost entranced look over his face. Like he wanted her, and she couldn’t help but cringe a bit.
“¿Quién es la bella, hermano? ¿Este tu novia? (Who is this beauty, brother? Is she your girlfriend?)”
“No, no, no. Este es alguien que recogí del calle. Jaja. (No, no, no. It's someone that I picked up from the street) ”
“Veo, veo, hermano. (I see, I see, brother)” He nods.
“¿Esta bella quería quedar aquí? (This hottie wants to stay here?)” He laughs.
The brother looks at him and nods back.
“Pues, puedo— (Yes, but—)”
A loud bark is heard behind them. Suddenly a large Alsatian dog barrels through the doors towards Sarah. He stands by her side and protects her like a large German Shepard. It starts growling and barking at the men around her. Its cries were loud and fierce, almost protective. Almost defensive, making it seem like the dog had a rather large distaste for these men. Perhaps it knew something, or perhaps it was just being an annoying little mutt.
“El perro no venga con ella. (The dog cannot go with you)”
Sarah then shifts her focus to Pugsly Jr then back to the men.
“¿El perro no venga conmigo? ¿Dónde el perro ira? (The dog cannot come with me? Where does the do go then?)”
“En el atrás. (In the back)”
“¿En el Atrás? (In the back?)”
“Si.”
“Voy a mostrarte el lugar el perro quedará, ¡Pero! (I can show you the place were the dog can stay, but!)” He snaps his finger and looks back to her.
“¡Tu nombre! (Your name!)” He laughs.
“¿Nombre? (My name?)” She gives herself a moment to think.
“Linda, Linda Mmm— Parker.” She nods.
“¿Linda May Parker?” He asks again.
“I— si, si.” She nods.
“¿Linda Parker? Que es un nombre americano. (Linda Parker? That is an American name)”
“Yo sé. (I know)” She nods.
“Está un poco lejos del Estados Unidos. (You are a little far from the US)”
“Yo sé. (I know)”
He steps back and seems to look at her for a moment, wondering if it would really be worth it to interrogate her further. She’s probably another American outlaw that’s staying out here. That’s fine, but at least for a while. He stays under his roof.
“Esta bien, Linda. (That's good, Linda)” He says mockingly.
“El precio es— (The price is—)”
The taller more burly man tugs at his arm and he stops. He smiles, looking at him dead in the eyes before turning to her.
“Queda aqui sin costo. (She stays for free)”
“Pero— (But—)"
“Sin costo. (For free)” He says firmly.
They seem to stare into each other’s eyes deeply before turning back to her. A strange look dawns over his face and he seems to smile slighty.
“Está bien. Está bien. (It's good, it's good)” He sings.
“¡Sigueme! (Follow me!)”
---
Sarah takes a cod and pulls it tightly around a post. As she tightens it the ferocious Alastian continues to bark.
“Pugsly Jr.” She commands.
It continues to bark.
She puts a hand on the side of his furry face.
“Pugsly.”
It calms down slightly before looking into her eyes.
“I’m going to stay here for a night, then come back for you. Okay?”
It whimpers slightly before leaning up with his two front paws and nudges her chin.
“Oh, Pugsly.” She says before scratching his back.
“I’m going to come back, okay?”
The dog lays down in a mournful whine.
“Okay.” She nods.
She turns to John who sleeps quietly on a bench beside and picks him up. She carefully wipes off his face and carries him back towards that flimsy hotel. Her room was on the third floor of that thin building. It was in the back. She was surprised that she had that room of all things given by how tall and spacious it was.
She grabs the back of John’s head and rubs it carefully.
“My sweet boy, it’s going to be okay.”
She kisses the side of his cheek before setting him on the bed.
“Okay?”
She turns back the door and shuts it tight. She grabs the key and shoves it tightly in her pocket. She takes a moment to look around the room. It was rather colorful, with a deep orange hue to it. There was a soft carpet beneath her and expansive drawers around her. She even had a closet, funny that. She brushes her hair and looks back at the door.
“Just to be safe.” She thinks to herself.
She reaches towards a large basket and shuffles through it. She grabs a gun and a knife from with in and shoves it small compartments on her large cargo pants.
“Just to be safe.”
She looks around the room for a moment and leans back against the bed, she looks at the orange ceiling before back at John. She kisses his head and rubs it gently.
“Just to be safe.”
She picks him up and carries him towards a small shower nearby. She cleaned him and used the incenses the Curandera suggest.
“Just to be safe.” The same words she kept uttering to herself.
“No place is safe.” A thought whispers back.
---
A man in a brown fedora rests against a tall wooden wall and lights a large cigar from his lip. With a flick from his shiny metal lighter, the end of the brown cigar lights up like a fire cracker and he lets out a puff and it hangs around the air. Its stench could be smelled for a few meters. A thin breeze blows through and retracts a bit into his jacket.
“Puta madre.” He curses to himself.
The sudden sound of shoes slapping against a thing wooden walkway and it catches attention. He turns his head and he looks back. His eyes grow wide as strange figure approach him. For a moment, he thought someone put something in his cigarette, he wasn’t even sure the figure was standing there at all. Two other men walk up to his side and stares at the figure before them.
The figure walking towards them from the breeze seemed to be out of place, not just for her clothes, but the look in her eyes. Her mannerisms, her confidence, all seemed strange and anachronistic to the surrounding around her. She looked like she wasn’t supposed to be here, but a desert across the desert. A desert far more menacing and hostile to outsiders.
He takes out his cigar and walks a bit towards her.
“Hey miss, are you lost?” He asked her.
The woman turned to look at him with a dark look in her eyes.
“Am I, lost?” She asks.
Her accent was strange too, it made him wonder what someone like her was doing all the way out here. What would she even be looking for? It was hard to tell, the only thing he could see was her eyes. She wore long-sleeved white pants and a underskirt that was sprawling with floral and zig-zag patterns. A similarly patterned shawl wrapped around her face and her hair was wrapped and covered tightly in something that looked like a cap or beanie of sorts. Wait, was it clothe or something? He couldn’t tell.
“Yeah, are— are you lost? Ma’am?”
She steps forward and cocks her head slightly.
“No, not lost.” She says back.
He steps forward and reaches for something in his pocket.
“Not lost? Can I help?” He asked.
“Help?” She repeated.
“Yes,” He nods, “Help?”
“No, no helped is needed. Thankyou.”
Another man steps forward and whispers something to the man with the cigarette. He wears thick sunglasses and a large vest. They look at each other for a moment and nod. A small look of mischief etches themselves onto each of the men.
“Hey lady, nice outfit you have there. Mind telling us if you got anything under there that you’re hiding?” The group of men laugh as they look back at the woman.
The woman stands still for a moment.
“Something under this?” She asks, pointing to her clothes.
“No, nothing under here.” She nods.
“I keep myself covered because of men like you. So why don’t you pipe down before you say anything stupid.”
The man with the sunglasses reaches forward and grabs something from his pocket and slowly hides it behind his back. He smiles and makes a small comment to himself. He steps forward and approaches the woman. He seems to be unthreatened by the look she was giving them.
“Oh, lo siento Senora, pero I think you seemed to be a bit confused.”
He takes the thing he was hiding and thrusts it towards her face. The hard metal of the barrel taps her head and he snickers.
“You’re in our home, and you play by our rules.” He growls.
“So why don’t you tell us why you’re here?” He asks.
The woman looks at him deeply with her furrowed brows and amber eyes.
“There’s a woman I’m looking for, do you happen to know where she is? She had a boy with her.” She asked.
“Boy? The hell are you talking about?”
She looks out to the buildings stack next to each other and towards him.
“Don’t lie to me, I know she’s there.”
He growls, pressing the barrel against the tip of her forehead.
“Why are you here?” He howls out with a seething rage.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
“Why are you here? You think your mother would have wanted you here?”
“Don’t play smart with me, puta. I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
The woman then looks at the man and at his shiny grey gun. She takes her finger and taps the metal barrel in front and gently brushes it away from her.
“Maybe you should, if you knew how to properly use it.” She said.
“What makes you think that?” He sneers.
“Because if you did, you would have fired it.” She said before looking at the gun.
She looks at it intently, almost examining it.
“Actually, you would have fired it from where you were standing before.”
Suddenly, a large searing pain rips into his hand and barrels into his bones. The sunglasses fly off and land on the ground. It land with a sudden thump before rattling and coming to a complete stop. The man stands there, at first, he doesn’t understand what happened. One moment he was there, then the next moment it was ripped up. It looked like a carved up pig stowed away in the penthouse, only that this was his hand.
He drops the shrapnel of what’s left of his gun and onto the ground.
“Oye!” A man screams.
Two other men step forward and draw out shiny metal guns like his.
She simply looks back to them and stares with a seemingly bored and apathetic look in her eyes.
“You don’t happen to know of any woman with a boy here, would you?” She asked.
“Woman and a boy? Why you want to know?” He asked.
“Well, if you’re not going to tell me. I’ll find out, one way or another.”
A man rushes forward, he was fast and nimble and was just about to reach her. Each stomp of his foot against the walkway was light and fast. Like the graceful run of a cat.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that.” She warns him.
He steps down on something under him, somehow, a large bubble had formed underneath the wood. It travels from the would and up into his leg before reaching his hip. The bubble of flesh bursts and he falls to his knees in agony.
The breeze starts to become more and more intense, and envelops them in harsh sand.
The man drops his cigar and runs away from the scene. He has no idea how or why whatever was happening was happening, but all he knew was that it couldn’t be good.
“Mierda!” He curses to himself as he runs off.
“I’m not privy to wasting my time unlike you, so you better give me what I want to know…”
A sudden gust of sand pulls him back and he hits the wooden wall beside him before slumping to the ground. He wheezes slightly as he pushes himself forward.
“Or else…”
A sudden storm of sand overtakes him, and the oxygen slowly leaves his lungs.
---
Sarah looks around for a moment. For some reason, a strange feeling overtakes her and makes her believe she was on a boat. She looks down to see that she was gripping on metal hand rails. Past the hand rails was a large and vast ocean. The blue shimmering light hit her eyes and she felt calm for a moment. She turns back to see a rather large man standing beside her.
Tall was a bit of an understatement, he was massively tall, with dark black hair and a long coat the reached to his knees. He wore a strange cap over his head that obscured his face slightly. He had a strange punk like quality that she couldn’t describe. Like, if she walked up to him, he would call her a bitch or something. To add to that, he also looked extremely muscular, almost too muscular in fact. The way his muscles bulged and creased beneath those clothes felt all too familiar to that machine she encountered years ago. She didn’t like that.
She stares at him for a while, and it doesn’t take long for him to turn her way. He stops to look at her closely as she stares back. For a moment, it almost seems he recognizes her. A salty breeze overtakes the air and he can’t help but continue staring. The breeze grows a bit more intense and he pushes the brim of his hat over his eyes.
Despite this, he continues staring.
He almost seems to recognize her. As she got a better look at him she noticed that he had slight Asiatic features but bright teal eyes. It almost looked he was going to say, “You’re not ma, who the hell are you?” Sarah gave him a bit of a cold sneer.
Sarah responds with the same cold look. Despite his looks, she could somehow understand him.
Sarah responds in kind, “With manners like that I don’t know if she would.”
“Annoying bitch.” He grimaces, almost like he was muttering that under his breath.
“Rude Ogre.” She furrowed her brows.
“Excuse me?”
“Keep talking, and let’s see where this goes.” She sneers.
“Not like the others then?”
She stands up and walks towards him, almost getting close to his face.
Then she stops, there was something familiar about those eyes. Those teal eyes, the ones her father had. Wait, something about him seemed a bit too familiar.
“Wait, who are you?”
A sudden knocking grabs her attention.
---
Sarah jolts to a loud banging. A loud thumping could be heard in her chest as she panicked, looking around the orange room as to what was making the noise. In her disorientation, she didn’t realize that it was coming from the door. Once she realizes what was happening she stumbles towards the door with her heart pounding in her ears. Everything seemed too bright for a while before settling down. It stops for a while before continuing with more intensity.
“Who’s there, what do you want?” Sarah demanded.
The knocking didn’t cease.
Sarah almost thought for a moment it was a maid or some sort of servant. Yet she stops, she reaches down and yanks out a knife from her pocket.
A maid or a servant would have a key, right?
“I said whose there?” She asked.
Yet the knocking didn’t cease, it just kept getting louder.
Sarah grits her teeth and growls a bit in rage.
“I said who the hell is knocking?” She asked.
Suddenly, after three more bangs, it stopped.
She counted the seconds for a moment, wondering if it would start up again. It never did though, the only sound left was a faint scraping sound. Sarah backed away from the door. She turns back and looks at her son. She grabs him and picks him up. She brushes his head and kisses his cheek. She looks towards the closet and back at the door.
“In case any of them want to get smart.” She thought.
After a few moments, she readies herself by crouching near the side of the door like a swat officer about to make a bust. In her mind, she counted the seconds. After a few seconds, she kicked the door open. She walked out, only to find… nothing.
Nothing, and well, sand, sand scattering everywhere around the room. In a panic, she shuts the door and turns back to her son. She opens the closet and pulls him out.
“Sorry, baby boy.” She says, kissing him on the cheek.
“I didn’t want them to find you if they came looking.”
She sits back on the bed and looks at the door. A small pits forms in the bottom of her stomach. What the hell is going on out there? Why is there so much sand? Is there a sandstorm out there? Wait, Mexico doesn’t have storms like that… does it? What was causing all this sand? Did someone leave the door open? No, even if they did, nothing could produce that much sand.
Sarah sits up and walks around the room for a long time, almost pacing. She’s uncertain what to do, should she stay here? No, whatever is out there is likely hunting her. With her past history and these users coming to mind, there’s no telling what’s out there.
She paces back and forth and looks at her son. How is she going to get him out of here? The sand was very intense and with his weakened state it was stupid to carry him through that. The damage it could do to his lungs with his sickness would be irreparable.
Yet, at the same time. She couldn’t abandon John, she didn’t even have the dog to— the dog. A sudden thought raced through her mind.
“The dog, is the dog still out there?” She thought to herself.
She started pacing with a bit more anxiety. She cursed to herself, she has to go back for Pugsly. She never saw her dear lizard again, the dog was all she had left of that old life. If she stayed there he could be good as dead. Despite the current circumstances, she wasn’t going to let the dog die either. She paused, wait a minute. Should she even dare?
If the dog was as good as dead out there, going after him would be stupid. No, she couldn’t. Yet, she wouldn’t forgive herself for abandoning the dog either.
“Damn it!” She pounded the mattress next to her.
“I can’t let them die.” She thought to herself.
She turned to her son and looked at him for a long time. The more she stalls, the higher chances her baby was going to die. She picks up her baby and an idea forms the mind. She turns to the handwoven basket and latched onto the cloth.
“I have an idea.” She thought to herself.
“Maybe this will work.”
She races towards the closet and through it opened. Without a single thought, she mindlessly tearing through fabric and haphazardly weaving them together. She did this for a short moment before wrapping it around her face.
She stopped for a moment to look at the window. She began to ponder again for a moment. Should she stay here and just wait it out? Maybe, whoever was doing this likely was doing this blindly. They didn’t likely know she was there yet… yet. No, that’s stupid. If she stayed there she was good as dead. She would be like a blind duck waiting for slaughter.
Wait, or was it lame duck? She shook her head, it doesn’t matter.
“Just to be safe.” She thought to herself.
“No place is safe.”
---
A hooded man traverses the sand alone. He raises his hand to his eyes as he nears a small village. A small breeze flowed through the town and graze his face. He shuts them and turns away as it grazes his face and licks his cheek like a harsh lion tongue. He pushed the hood down and traverses forward. Despite the winds he does not relent.
It was a strange place, it didn’t seem there was anyone there. A strange iron taste in the air overwhelms his senses. Despite the sand, the smell became overwhelming. There was a massacre here. A very large massacre that happened, but what kind? A strange of curiosity overwhelmed the man. Not a sense of fear or dread overcame him.
It was apparent to the man that he was close.
He wonders who could be creating the sand. He peers through the sand and sees a woman there is the distance, covered head to toe. He places a hand to his face and looks closer, trying to examine the woman. He smiles slightly. He was close after all.
---
Sarah clutches John tightly as she held him over his arm. She covers her head and face in clothes into a makeshift desert scarf. She clutches John over her back in a make-shift sling. She takes a clother and throws it over her eyes. She shields her eyes and steps out into the sandy winds. The harsh sand hits her face, forcing her to shield her eyes and face.
She steps forward and uses the wall of the hotel as support, making herself push forward through the debris. As she pushes forward, she notices how harsh the sandy winds had gotten. With each push of her legs the sand makes it harder and harder to walk. This was so strange, did the equator have intense sandstorms like this?
Well, Sarah never had been to places of Egypt. The only desserts she traversed were the deserts of California and Mexico, so she can’t really tell. Yet, it was still so strange. She has learned to manage herself in intense jungles, hot and humid air, and thick forests. Yet there was nothing that could have prepared her for this. Once she reached the end, she reached out and pushed herself to the post where she tied Pugsly.
Her heart sank as she looked at the sight. All that she saw was a broken rope. She already felt a bit queasy coming out there. Through all the harsh roars and screams of the sand, she couldn’t hear any barking. Not even a whimper. Nothing to tell what happened to Pugsly Jr or where he went.
“PUGSLY?” She called out.
She pushes herself back to the walkway, the sand was getting too intense.
“PUGSLY?”
Again, there was no bark to answer her calls.
Her heart races and she balls her fist. She may have to be ready for the worst, Pugsly was killed. She bit her lip as a small bit of tears raced down her cheek. She leans against the wall and slammed her head against it. She cursed herself for being stupid.
“I was too late,” She thought to herself.
Then she looked back to the post, and started to stare at it. A bit of the sand subsided, and she noticed something. The rope didn’t just snap, it looked like it was chewed through. She leans forward, as she looks a the rope, she happens to know a rugged tear that had torn through the middle. Wait, Pugsly didn’t die, he somehow chewed through the ropes and broke off.
She steps forward and looks down at the rope. She pushes the cloth over her face again to examine it closer, and little sigh of relief came through. Through all the worry and anxiety of her son, she nearly forgotten a small rule about this dog. Didn’t ever tie him with rope, he breaks through it, get a leash. She laughed softly as she looked at the sight.
“You know what you dumb mutt, I’m actually glad you disobeyed me.”
She turned back to the hotel and walked towards the door. She reaches forward and thrusts it open, and with it she shuts it tight. She leans on the door with her left side and slowly sits down on the floor. Luckily, it seems that whoever this is isn’t here yet.
Yet… a fire lights up in her mind. Sand, every time she encountered a stand storm like this, was when she interacted with Calum. That sand, the start of that illusion. Was she in some sort of grand illusion? Did Calum manage to find her again?
“Shit.” She cursed, throwing herself up from the ground and towards the front near the lobby.
“Where is he then?”
She stopped, wait, this isn’t Calum. The illusions that Calum used did use sand, but it didn’t use it like this. It had a different quality to it, this wasn’t different. The sand felt like sand on the ground, blown and strung through the air. She meanders slightly at the door. Should she risk going out again? She already risked so much going in there.
She almost considers camping out there, but she remembers what she thought before. If she didn’t leave, she would be a blind duck waiting for slaughter. If these stand users were anything like Calum, they weren’t just going to give up like that.
“Well, suppose I don’t have really other choice then.”
She thrust the door open and rushed outside. Like before, it was incredibly windy and harsh from the sand.
“I’m going to get Pugsly and get the hell out of here.”
She looked out and around the area. She tried to find any clue of anyone else there, but there was nothing there.
“Nothing.” She thought to herself.
Strange, what happened to the other villagers? Certainly if anything happened there would at least be someone there, wouldn’t there? Why was she alone. If she was entirely alone like this then who would knock at her door? She pushed forward, trying to find something, anything that would help her. Yet, there was nothing.
“What the hell?” She thought.
She kept walking, making sure to keep John safely at her side.
“There has to be something here, where did everyone go?”
She continued to walk, and walk, and walk.
“I have to at least find something!” She thought to herself.
“What happened?” She thought to herself.
Nothing, and nothing. She continued to walk and push through the sand. She relied on the wooden walkways and overhangs. She pressed her hand on the wood, and pulled, it was hard and harsh, like from the sand weathering down the wood. It hasn’t been a longtime since this started. So why did it feel so gruff? She pressed her hand and pushed, and pushed, and pushed until… she stopped.
If she wasn’t careful, she would have pressed her hand against it. Yet, it was there. She thought it was a figment of her imagination at first from the sand and heat. Yet, it wasn’t a figment of her imagination, it was there. A large bubble had pressed up from the wood. She looked at it strangely, what was this? She knew sometimes gaps of air can get under things of wood, but like this.
She looked at it again and realized something.
The bubble’s location was precisely where her hand was when reaching forward to not fall over from the sand. Had she not been careful, she would have touched it. She backed away, maybe she shouldn’t. She steps back to look at the bubble again.
Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe somehow from all the sand this bubble formed. She then bit her lip and shook her head again, with all the shit she’s putting up with, this was certainly not a coincidence. She stepped back and looked at the ground, she scooted her boot to the side. She looks carefully at the ground.
Another bubble, her eyes widened. Someone’s here, she knows someone’s here. She looks around and peers through the sand. Even though her eyes do not see it, there must have been someone there. Someone hiding in the sand and debris.
She takes a moment to stop and look around at the situation. A sudden strong stench of iron and rotting carcasses fill the air. She looks around and sees strewn splatters of red amid the mist of the sand. A sudden realization dawn on her. The bubbles, the villagers were being killed of by these damnable bubbles.
Whoever wanted Sarah dead picked off the villagers one by one until they reached her. A sudden bubbling feeling of rage and smooth pain rushed through her veins. The sudden feeling of adrenaline and rage boils from within. Whether she trusted the villagers or not, they didn’t deserve to die. None of them did. They didn’t do anything to her, and even then, they still died.
It seems like everyone who gets involved with her dies. Whether it’s a terminator or not, a long flowing tail of death will always trail behind her. She wanted to rage out, run into the sand, and find the bastard who did this, then she stopped to think.
“No, I have to think about this.”
These bubbles here were obviously meant for her. So, why not activate them? If she can find something that can activate the bubbles and sort out whoever’s doing this. She shuffles through her sparse belongings. She eyes a piece of stripped wood, careful not to pick up a bubble. She grabs the scrap piece of wood and throws it at the bubble, waiting for a reaction.
It explodes, shattering into tiny pieces of wood and falls into tiny splinters on the ground.
“Oh, I see. I have found you, Sarah Connor.”
Sarah’s head whips around to the sound. She eyes a strange woman covered in multiple layers. The first layers of her strange work-like dress feel akin to a doctor’s uniform. Under the dress was an ornate gold and brown underskirt with floral patterns. She wore a strange mask that matched the underskirt and red covering at the top of her head.
“So, I take it you must of be one of the users sent after me?” She asked.
She got a bit close and looked deep into the woman’s eyes.
“So, are you one of them? The stand users I mean?”
“Ah, you are very smart woman, Sarah.” She nodded.
She raises her arms and looks into her eyes.
“I also take it you’re one of Calum’s comrades?” She asked.
“Calum? No wonder you made it out so easy.” She sneered.
She turned her head and scoffed, “Dumb and reckless barbarian he is.”
“Who are you?” She asked.
“Why didn’t you already guess? One of the stand users!” She laughed.
“That’s not what I mean.” Sarah sneered.
“Oh, really? A pity, you want my real name.” she said, stepping her foot forward and shaking her head in a playful way. It was sort of mocking, like pretending she was ashamed.
“But I won’t give it to, willingly that is.”
She smiled, cocking her head and looking at the sling on her back.
“Also, may I commend your motherly instinct and willingness to protect your son? It’s almost adorable.” She laughed.
“If the boy was worth living.” She said in a more serious tone.
A rage formed inside her, and the visage reaches forward and aims it at her face.
“Whatever, if you’re not going to tell me who you are I’m going to have to beat it out of you.” She said, as a large ivory visage appeared before him and became more tangible.
A sudden gust of air pushes her back and into the sand. Suddenly, the sand around subsided, and the woman’s eyes became more visible. She stared deeply into Sarah’s eyes with her golden amber eyes. The way she stared at her was like a lion staring down easy prey. She was careful, elegant, and if the prey wasn’t careful enough, she’ll kill it without hesitation. Then she’ll parade with the gore as a celebration before slaughtering and consuming its insides.
“I’m sorry to say it, but your boy must be killed. The devil boy cannot live. If you wish to get my way, you’ll be killed as well.”
The way she said it disgusted Sarah to her core. How such a wretched bitch says such a thing about her own son? What a stuck-up little bitch. Sarah gave her a death glare as she they paced around each other. They looked at each other like two old-time outlaws.
If one wasn’t careful, one would be dead. One had to be the first to draw to survive.
“Don’t you dare hurt my son you little cunt,” She warned.
“Oh, watch your language madam, the profanity does not suit you.” She warned.
“Shut up.” She reached out her hand to deck the woman. Sweet Amber emerges and tries to uppercut the woman in the jaw.
Suddenly, a large shadow appears and grabs the arm of Sweet Amber and grabs it tight. Another figure emerges from this strange woman. From what comes out, is a strange looking humanoid with a pillar for a head. Large thick eyes glare down Sweet Amber. A long black streak etches down the eyes and stops at a long gas mask that appears over its lips. A large sharp cobra-looking gold carving had been etched at the top of the head.
From the head downward was a streak of red, yellow, blue, and green. Patches of pink, green, and beige cover the muscle-bound body. At the tip of its finger was a grey cavity, and when it pressed down into Sweet Amber’s arm, a bubble formed. Then, it exploded.
The side of Sarah Connor’s right arm exploded into a bubble of red. Sarah grabs her arm and winces from the pain.
“God damn it.” She thinks to herself.
“Be careful with that sharp tongue of yours Sarah lest you strike a blade harder than yours.” The woman warned her.
Sarah leans over and winces from the pain.
“Damn it, so that’s how she created those bubbles.” She thought to herself.
“Wherever that stand touches withs its finger it creates a bubble of air. She can make it burst on contact or wait for it to explode.”
She winces and looks back at her arm, stumbling back and nearly hitting the wall behind her.
“This is bad, if I get another wound like this one there’s no way I can save John.”
Suddenly, Sweet Amber looks back at her. Something about the look in her eyes made it look like she wanted to say something. Then, she reaches her hand up and grabs the wound. Sarah looks down and grabs the wound herself.
“Wait, wha— what is she doing?”
A strange gold like substance appears from her fingers and covers the woman. She holds it tightly for a long while, and then she lets ago. The bleeding stops, and a patch of skin reappears from the hole that this woman’s stand had made.
“Interesting.” The woman commented.
“What the, what is this? What happened to my hand? What did Sweet Amber do?” She asked herself when she looked at the wound.
“Did she somehow manage to patch the wound?” She asked herself.
“It’s just like back then when I encountered Calum, Sweet Amber patched a wound on my hip.” She thought to herself. She looks back to the woman and growls, she can’t risk getting distracted.
“No matter, I’ll find out how she did it soon enough.”
She looked back from the wound and towards the woman. She stands up and readies herself to fight the woman.
“So, you still want to fight?” She asked.
“Yeah, and you didn’t think I wouldn’t?”
“Hmm, figures. You’re his mother after all. Of course.” She said as she cocked her head to the side, looking at her with a strange interest.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but if you dare try to hurt my son again.” She warned her.
“I’ll do more than just kill you.”
“So, a fight to the death, is it?” She asked.
They pace around again like the outlaws they were.
“Then a fight to the death it shall.” She warned her.
The Pillar ghost pushes forward and races towards Sweet Amber. Sweet Amber prepares to dodge, but then realize something. The pillar ghost wasn’t racing towards her, but to something behind her. Sarah gets out of the way to dodge. Then, a sudden explosion of air erupts beside her. She grabs John and shields her from the blast. Then, she feels another burst of air push her back to the pillar ghost.
“Damn it, what the hell is this? You mean she doesn’t just create bubbles?”
Sweet Amber prepares for her next attack.
She rushes forward and tries to trip the Pillar ghost, the pillar ghost dodges and tries to strike her neck. Sweet Amber ducks and decks the Pillar ghost right in the chest. The Pillar ghost is pushed back from the blow. The woman stumbles and coughs. Blood drips from the bottom of her covering and into the Mexican sand.
The red mixes with the orange and makes a deeper and angrier brown.
“Impressive.” She noted with heavy breaths.
“Very BRA-HAGH impressive.”
Sarah charges the woman again.
“But I’ll be careful charging you again. You still realize my bubbles are active?”
As Sarah ran, she noticed a bubble appear just where she was about to step. She swerved her leg and fell into the sand on her side. She places John on her back to make sure he is shielded from any injuries. As she ran, she noticed bubble pocket and burst from underneath the sand.
“What the hell, she can create bubbles in sand too?”
Suddenly, a burst of air exploded around her. The force of it nearly felt like a thousand landmines going off all at once. She tried to step around them as best she could but there were so many that she felt like she could barely navigate around it in time.
She leaps onto a wooden walkway besides, as she goes to land. A few pockets of air form from the wood. This time, she was too late to miss one and she lands on it. A sudden loud tear erupts from her calf, and she falls to the ground in pain. She sees more bubbles form around her, and she rolls away to dodge them all.
“You know Sarah, fighting with your child like this is a bit reckless. Perhaps I can hold him?” She giggled malevolently.
---
A young Latina woman runs down an empty road, she seems to be in search of something. The sweat on her face made the warm air slightly more bearable. But she felt all the more disgusted and damp. The faint smell of sweat follows her as more warm liquid gushes from her face and down her neck. Dribbles of sweat bead from her forehead and dampen her already frizzy black hair.
Once she finds what she is looking for, a payphone, she rushes towards it.
She grabs the handle of the door and flings it open. It nearly bangs the wall beside it and shatters the glass. She stumbles towards the payphone in a frenzied manner before picking it up. More dribbles of sweat fell from her face and onto the ground.
With her small shaking hands, she shoves coins into the slot. Sometimes, they fall, and she have to lean forward to pick them up and shove them back in. She repeatedly looks back at the phone and back at the road. She grabs the phone and with shaking hands, proceeds to dial a number.
“¿Servicios de emergencia, ¿cuál es la emergencia? (Emergency services, what is the emergency?)”
“Mi nombre es Lucia, estoy cerca del pueblo junto a La Ciudad Juárez. Alguien activó muchas bombas y muchas personas son desparecidas. (My name is Lucia, I'm in the town next to the city of Juarez. Someone's made a lot of bombs and everyone is gone)”
“Muchas personas son desparecidas? (A lot of people dissapeared?)”
“Si!” The woman cries, trying very hard to hold herself together but failing miserably. The operator sometimes has a hard time understanding her most of the time as she panics.
“¿Yo comprendo señora, pero Donde está de nuevo? (I understand miss, but where is this again?)”
“El pueblo junto a La Cuida Juárez. Soy Lucia Romes, Lucia Romes. Estoy en el telephone públicos cerca del camino lateral aquí. ( The town next to La Cuida Juárez. I'm Lucia Romes, Lucia Romes. I'm at the public telephone near the side road here)”
The woman peers back and looks back from the road and towards the payphone.
“¿Cuál es el nombre del pueblo, Señora? (What is the town, miss?)”
“Santa Madrigal.”
“Espera… ¿está de Santa Madrigal? (Wait, this is Saint Madrigal?)”
“Si.”
“¿lo está cerca del base militar? (Is it close to the military base?)”
“No sé, ¿yo pienso? (I don't know, I think?)”
“Comprendo Señora, alguien llegará pronto. (I understand miss, someone will arrive shortly)”
---
Sarah rolls around on the ground, she tries to get back up, but multiple times is blocked by the bubbles. If she rose up too fast, more bubbles would get her, and it was too difficult to reach this woman from the ground. Not to mention, she had to shield John before the bubbles got to her. Luckily, she managed to find one small opening and took the chance.
She rose up, but the pain made it a difficult task as standing up was like trying to free oneself from a bed of nails. Regardless, she pressed on, she dared not give up, she dared not relent. She pushed on despite the pain, she pushed on despite the agony. Despite how many bubbles tried to get to her, she dared not to relent.
She made a promise to Reese, she made a promise to keep John safe, and she would let neither of them down. She carried the boy and get closer to her.
“Must I say, your determination is exquisite, and I appreciate the dedication.”
Sarah growled, what a stuck-up little bitch.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” She cursed under pained breathes.
“Now stop that. A mother must never swear, she sets a bad example for her son.” She giggled.
“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Sweet Amber rushes forward, and something ejects a few inches from her knuckles. It barely misses the pillar ghost and the woman steps aside. The thing that ejects from her knuckles appears to be a row of four silver blades. It looked similar in vain to something like Wolverine or Freddy Kruger.
The woman looks down at Sarah condescendingly, “It seems there are things about your powers that you don’t know about just yet.”
The pillar ghost rushes over and tries to punch Sarah. Sweet Amber ducks and cuts the Pillar ghost’s right forearm slightly. A long gash emerges over the woman’s arm and blood leaks through the gaps of her clothes and onto the ground. She looks at it with casual disinterest and back to her. If she could see past her shawl, she would probably purse her lips.
“And it looks like I’m getting really good at using them!” Sarah yelled back.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t say just yet,” The woman corrected, “It’s still quite juvenile.”
“Oh yeah, but what if it gets better!” Sarah yelled back.
Sarah grabs her calf and squeezes. Sweet Amber seems to sheath her arm and cover the same spot on her calf. Then, another rush of golden liquid emerges and covers the wound. She still fears the searing pain, but for now it was a bit more bearable. That little bit was all that mattered.
She pressed forward, casually blocking, ducking, and weaving through the bubbles. When the pillar ghost summoned the air from her fingertips Sarah would brace for it and ready and attack. Slowly, little, and little, they were both wearing each other down. The woman got more bruises and scratches while Sarah got more wounds from the bubbles.
There was little exaggeration when Sarah said that they were fighting to the death. They were slowly wearing each other down. Sarah would throw a barrage of punches which the pillar ghost would block. The pillar ghost would use to draw her closer and she would duck and weave. She would occasionally trip her or catch her off-guard.
Sometimes the pillar ghost would land a pocket in an arm or a leg where Sarah wasn’t expecting. She would be weakened for a short moment before using her stand to patch herself and get back up. This was a repeated pattern. Sarah was getting smarter and ever closer to her while the woman was getting trickier and managed to land blows she wouldn’t expect.
This time, she got lucky. Sarah seemed weakened, even with the pros of her stand she was using to her aide, she was getting tired. Despite how much she patched them up, Sarah was toppling over more. The pain was still getting to her. Sarah slipped and the pillar ghost landed a blow to her neck. Her neck erupts into a confetti of gore and she falls on her side, shielding John from all of the impact.
The woman steps forward, laughing slightly as she places her white boot next to her face.
“I must admit Sarah Connor, you’re getting quite strong.”
She placed the boot over her cheek, she winces from the pressure.
“But unfortunately, you are not strong enough to best against me.”
She leans forward and stares at her with wide and remorseless eyes.
“Your son will die. He is a demon. You must come to terms with this.”
The pillar ghost raises its hand into the air and reaches towards John’s neck.
“Given his weakened state, this will be an easy procedure. If I disrupt the flow of air in his trachea, he will die within seconds. I apologize that it had to be this way, but you must know, it’s for the greater good.”
Suddenly the feeling of a long blade pierces her chest. She croaks slightly before looking down into the sand.
“Gah, ckk! Gah! What?” she asked herself before falling over on the sand.
Sarah suddenly grabs her in a neck hold and throws her to the ground.
“Sorry, what was that you said about my son?” She asked her.
“GAH! CAH! WHAT?” She shrieked.
“How, how the hell is she still able to grab me?” The woman thought to herself.
“She should have been mortally wounded the moment Nephthys struck her neck! How is she even still able to put me into a hold like this?” She thought to herself.
She looked back up to Sarah, with her cold determined eyes and unrelenting glare. She looked down on her like an unfortunate tourist who got too close to a mother and her cub.
“Wait, you— you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” She thought to herself.
“You were doing all that to know the limits of my power, and when you appeared weakened enough, you let me strike you? You wanted to get close to a killing blow, didn’t you? You aren’t just any novice stand user after all!”
“Now listen here, bitch. You will die, you must come to terms with this.” She said.
“Wha-ah—GYAH!!!” Sarah suddenly squeezed her tightly. it was very painful.
“What is with this witch?” She thought to herself.
“But not until you tell me your name and what the fuck are you doing all the way out here trying to kill me?” She asked.
“I won’t ever reveal myself or anything about my master’s to you.”
She felt another tight squeeze.
“Your choice.”
She squeezed again, and with that squeeze she was certain she felt a rib snap.
She winced, anticipated the four silver blades to strike down upon her, but something happened. A sudden swirl of sand transformed the air around them. Suddenly, there weren’t in a remote Mexican village anymore, but a lively European down with dancers and other various street performers. Sarah looked around in confusion.
Wait, Calum was here? How was that possible?
“CALUM YOU UTTER FOOL!” The woman screamed.
Without a second thought, Sarah releases the sling and turns back to check on her son. The woman crawls away slowly as she looks for him. For some reason, he’s disappeared.
---
Calum pushed and weaved himself from the broken and rubble and debris of the village. He stumbled slightly, carefully holding his crutches as he looked at the scene before him.
“Hahaha, I got you now. Sarah Connor! You think you can just take my knife and get away with it? Oh no, no, no, I don’t think so!” He laughed maniacally.
He slowly stumbles in and makes his way towards the illusion, but then stops when he sees something out of the corner of his eye. It was that Kyle Reese guy from Sarah’s memories. A real thin guy with small muscles, raggedy brown hair and silvery blue eyes. He didn’t know much about this guy, only his name and that he was supposedly Sarah’s lover and possible father to John. Only this time, Calum didn’t create this one.
“Wha—what the hell? WHAT IS THIS?” He screams in rage.
“LITTLE DARK AGE! I DID NOT CREATE THIS!” He screams.
He stumbles his way towards the Kyle.
“Oh, you! Come back, Here— AHH!”
After his encounter with Sarah, her stand had left him bruised in broken. The crutches made it hard to walk and he often times got careless.
He looked back and towards what made him trip. A shattered piece of plywood from one of the buildings. What the hell, that made him trip? If that’s the case, why did it hurt so badly? He pushes forward and into the midst of his new illusion world that he’s created.
As he stumbled forward, he failed to notice a strewn piece of wood fly down from a ceiling and smack him in the face. He stumbles a bit and nearly falls flat on his back.
“Huh, what? What the hell?” He asked himself.
He stumbles forward again and closer to Sarah. He sees this false Kyle rush to Sarah’s side and throw one of her arms around him.
“Kyle?” She asked him. She didn’t want to approach him, she felt slightly hesitant and worried.
“Get up.” He said to her.
“What?”
“Get up soldier!” He yelled to her as he throws on of her arms around him.
This Kyle takes Sarah’s arm and walks her along, insuring that she was stable and on her feet. Calum grimaced his teeth, how dare this false Kyle try to take her from him? She did so much shit to him, ruined his beautiful face, and now she get’s to walk away free? Not on his watch!
He turns back and navigates himself through one of the village buildings to try and get to her, but as he does so, several accidents happen. A light bubble cracks against his head. He falls down over a table, he bumps into a wall. With each smack and graze against his face, the damage just gets worse and worse. There seemed to be no end of the accidents. He eyes the false Kyle from the back and tries to rush out to him.
“AGGGH! YOU!” He screams.
Suddenly, he gets caught into the door. A part of roof fell over the door and had blocked him from leaving. He seemed caught between the door and the wall. The more he tried to fight it and push after this Kyle, the more it hurt.
The false Kyle suddenly sets Sarah down next to an olden wooden bench and looks back at Calum. Calum’s eyes widen as he stares back at it. It seemed cold, apathic, emotionless. Which was common from his own illusion-world characters he created, but this one? This one he didn’t create, it seemed unnerving.
He walks towards Calum and gives him a cold message.
“Stop pursuing Sarah Connor.”
“F-FUCK YOU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO IF I DON’T?” He screamed.
“A calamity will follow you.” Suddenly, the false Kyle’s appearance began to shift.
A large black top head appeared over his head, and a yellow scarf wrapped around his neck. His eyes shifted from human to round circular eyes. His face turned into a mechanical structure of metal bars and ridges that resembled those old microphones from the fifties.
A cane manifests from his hand and he sets it down at his side.
“If you do not comply, you will face an untimely end.”
Calum eyes someone pushing through the debris, Adel Ahhotep, that stupid bitch.
She raises her arm weakly and aims it at Sarah. A sudden gust of air whips around the false Kyle, but nothing comes of it. Suddenly, glass flies from a shattered window and flies into the empty holes of her stands finger tips. She suddenly screams as a barrage of glasses flies into her fingertips and cuts its way along her arm. Calum winces in pain.
With no other options, he relents.
“Good.” His appearance shifts back to a real thin guy with small muscles, raggedy brown hair and silvery blue eyes.
“I’m glad we have reached an agreement.”
Then he walks over to Sarah and throws her back onto his back, and then carries her away.
“Where’s my son?” She asked.
“Our son is safe. We just need to get to him.”
Then, he slumps, and everything blurs out.
---
A long line of blue and white cars races into a town. Policia is etched into the side of every single one of them. Past them, some large military looking jeeps and motorcycles appear overhead. Some stop by bloodied bodies and make way for the paramedics. Others set up a perimeter and standby for any potential traffic. Yet past all of those cars and police trucks was a large helicopter that had landed not too far from the scene. It whips and beats the surroundings in a whirlpool of sand before coming to a complete stop near a cactus.
As it pushes past a group of buildings the logo becomes clearer. It’s a round wheel logo with the words ‘Speedwagon Foundation’ etched onto it. It was not the foundation’s idea to be here, as it deemed there wasn’t anything anomalous that would warrant the call of the foundation. Yet per the local government’s demand, and its proximity to a large military base, they obliged.
It was a ghastly sight, with debris everywhere. Strewn bits of blood and other gore painted the sand. Not to mention, the sound of a dog barking the distance.Large boots step out to survey the scene, past the broken debris and rubble of the ruined buildings, something catches his eye. A strange cloth and beneath it a tiny hand. He nods over to a group of men, and they rush over to the strange sight.
The man grabs the cloth and snatches it away to reveal a small frail boy with dark brunette hair. Messy brunette hair that was dusty and speckled with tiny bits of sand. He breathed in heavily and seemed barely conscious. The man panics slightly as he rolls him over to the side. He inspects his body and checks it for blood. Yet luckily, the boy didn’t seemed to have any noticeable wounds or cuts. The blood seemed to be someone else’s, which was both a relief and a disturbing thought.
The blood was probably his mother’s if they could find her.
As the man inspects the poor boy’s body, something catches his eye. He yanks down on the back of his neck and his eyes grow wide from shock.
“Dios Mios.” He said to himself.
He lets go of the boy and points back to a man near a helicopter.
“¡Tu! ¡Ponga el niño en el helicóptero, ahora! ¡Di Señora Kujo sobre el niño! ¡El niño es en su interesante! (You! Put the boy on the helicopter! Tell Miss Kujo about the boy! The boy is of her interest!)”
They immediately took out a stretcher and carried him towards the helicopter. They placed a breathing apparatus on his face and carried him towards the helicopter.
“¡RAPIDO! ¡RAPIDO! ¡VAMANOS! (GO! GO! LET'S GO!)” He shouts.
They immediately throw the boy in and carry him off. Soon, a certain Kujo across the sea will hear of this unveiling story, and she won’t be happy.
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STAND NAME: 「 LITTLE DARK AGE 」
STAND MASTER: Calum Starr
ABILITY: To conjure deep and intricate illusions based off the victim’s subconscious. Little Dark Age has the ability to control and manifest as one of these illusions.
STATUS: Defeated again, agree to stop pursuing Sarah when a stranger who took the appearance of Kyle came in and snatched her from him.
STAND NAME: 「 NEPHTHYS 」
STAND MASTER: Adel Ahhotep
ABILITY: To control and manipulate the air currents around her. She can also set traps in the form of air bubbles that she can inject into random places. The current method is unknown.
STATUS: Severely injured from fighting Sarah. She relented when the stranger approached her.
STAND NAME: 「 SWEET AMBER 」
STAND MASTER: Sarah Connor
ABILITY: Unknown for now, however it does possess extreme precision of movement and strength.