| From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series |
Zoila, a 16-year-old escapes her abusive foster home. She makes a plan to go to Mexico- buy a plane ticket to Peru, and find her Grandma waiting for her in South America to reunite with her again.
That is until s...
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Neither Scott and I say anything, we just sit in the corner watching everyone else kill the culebras to dust.
I'm so freaking tired, I want to go to sleep. I know for sure it has to be at least 1 a.m. right now. I lazily rub my eyes as I can feel them becoming puffy, I look across the walls and find a digital clock.
'2:57 a.m.' It reads, 'Close enough'
I lift my head off Scott's shoulder when the sociopath struts over to us, Scott softly groans awake and rubs his eyes.
Richie stops right in front of us, studying me and Scott.
I roll my eyes and tiredly stand up.
"What do you want?" My voice rasps for how exhausted I am, sounding like an asshole but it doesn't matter since it's Richie I'm talking to.
Scott staggers up, standing right by me as he doesn't trust him.
"There's a lot of bodies we need to get rid of." Richie picks up a broken leg chair off the floor, "We need everyone pulling their weight if we want to make it out of here." He tosses me the leg chair; that's now a stake.
I look at Richie and he doesn't make a move to leave. I roll my eyes at him when I understand that he wants me to start stabbing culebras. I shove my shoulder against him when I go to get started. Richie doesn't bother hiding his annoyance with me, I can feel him shooting holes into my head, I happily smile at my small victory.
"You know, back in the R.V. Sofía, when you and Bruce tried to kill me." I roll my eyes again and turn around. Scott scoffs at him, listening to hear what he has to say, while proceeding to kill any culebras near him.
"I saw a vision of Scotty having a snake tail and these dark shadows hovering all over you."
I chuckle, "Is that why you were trying to kill us?"
"Yeah."
I sarcastically laugh and leave, no longer in the mood to listen to Richie.
I walk over to a dancer that's laying on the stage, completely unconscious and unaware of her death that I'm about to bring. I have never tried to kill another person, other than myself when I couldn't anymore with my life at my foster home. But I will do what I have to do if I want to see my grandmother again. I will truly do anything to be with her.
My body fills with adrenaline and I let it fill me so I can kill this culebra that tried to kill the Fullers. I raise the stake in my hand.
Then, there's that ringing again.
I scrunch up my face in discontent, "This again?"
I try brushing it off but it's only getting loud and starting to sting just like last time.
Both my hands grip the stake. I'm not letting some little noise stop me from what I need to do, again.
"C'mon. C'mon!" I grumble to myself, resting the tip of the stake on the dancer's chest, "Just a quick fucking stab. That's it."
