"Once we find a way out of here, we'll know where we want to go. And where we shouldn't. I don't think you'd want to take a route like this again either."
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When Martial returned home, the villa was dark and all the lights were out.
While he did indeed enjoy his time talking with Andrés, he made sure to hurry back before his sudden disappearance was known. It was a pain to evade the Spanish guards walking around at night, their guns high on their belts and with others, already held in their hands.
He didn't expect the villa to be completely lit up by the time he returned. It was late, after all, and everybody was asleep during this time.
But the slightest movement in the window of his and Hukbalahap's shared room told him otherwise.
Martial sprinted out of the forest and into the open training grounds, the moonlight reflecting off of the grass as fireflies floated into the air like lanterns in the night sky. He looked up and focused his vision on the window, his eyes narrowing as they glowed gold in the dark.
From the window, Hukbalahap watched Martial, who stood in the training grounds. She scoffed when he finally noticed her and crossed her arms.
"You're really stúpid, you know that?" Hukbalahap says once Martial was close enough to hear her voice, "You have no idea what you just did."
Martial gave her a judgemental look before Hukbalahap scoffed once more, "Go take a look for yourself." Was all she said before disappearing into the darkness behind the window.
His eyes focused onto the opened doors of the villa's entrance, and his heart dropped a little. He doesn't remember leaving the villa's doors open, nor does he even remember using the doors to leave at all. They don't usually open the doors at night, which means...
Shít.
The night was cold and the winds were relentless. The rain was even worse with how the reflection of its droplets made it hard to see anything. The rain made the ground wet and although the scent of fresh, wet grass was a nostalgic one, the ground was muddy and it would be a pain to even try walking in it.
Yet even with all of these factors being combined, it didn't stop Martial from running as fast as he could into the villa, his eyes wide in dread and the spot where his heart was supposed to be began to pound although it was a very well known fact that Maharlikans do not have the same internal organs as humans. Maharlikans didn't have hearts that supplied blood or oxygen because they needed neither.
But it felt like Martial's heart was pounding. The scenario that he's been dreading since the day he woke up from his coma becoming more real and more morbid with every passing second as he ran into the villa, his eyes fixing on the horrible state of the living room.
