Chapter 4

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I woke up looking around me, I was in a room where there were boxes and shelves, it was a little wide, I saw that there was a cluster of bags in a corner towards the wall. It is strange, here is not the place where I remember that I'd been the last time.

I managed to see Leon, without his jacket, only had a gray shirt, sitting on the floor, tied hands behind the back of the man whom we had found in the other house, both were unconscious.

I tried to move but I noticed that I was tied to a pillar, I felt a little frustrated and I ducked my head, I began to feel a strong pain, as if it would explode, as in my neck.

I closed my eyes trying to remember the last thing that happened when we found that man. I remember when I fell unconscious and then I didn't feel anything, but yes, yes, there was a voice that sounded familiar ... a dark voice that said:

"Feeble humans ..."

An evil laugh

"Soon you will become unable to resist ..."

Then I don't remember anything else, everything was black, I felt that I was floating, until I woke up here.

But what the hell happened? Why are we still alive?

- Ah! - I heard a murmur, it was the american who woke up.

He had awakened abruptly with all his senses on alert. He moved and realized that he was tied up next to the other man, he looked around until he found me with his gaze.

- Are you okay? - He wondered.

- Yes, and you?

- Yeah. - He said to then move the other fellow. - Hey, hey! Wake up.

- Ay ay ay. - That one woke up. - Crawl out of one hole and into another.

- You want to tell me what's going on here? - Leon asked.

- Americans, yes? - The other asked in Spanish. - Now what brings a blokes like you to this part of the world? - He questioned this time in english but keeping his accent.

It seems that Leon was offended by that and stretched him a little, which is why the guy screamed in pain.

- He is american, I am south american, from Paraguay. - I interrupted.

He looked at me and smiled.

- Are you one of the tourists? - He asked me and I nodded. - I'm sorry about what happened honey.

I just rolled my eyes and decided to ignore that last word. Leon stretched him again.

- Au! Easy, whoever you are. - Said the spaniard.

- Name's Leon. - The blonde introduced himself and with effort removed from his pocket a photo to show it to the spaniard. - I came here for this girl. Seen her?

Then the man leaned back a bit for Leon.

- What? Are you supposed to be a cop or something? - He asked. - Naaah, you don't look the type.

- Maybe. - The blond replied looking away.

- Okay, let me guess. - The spaniard looked at the photo of the girl. - She's the president's daughter?

I looked confused and, at the same time, amazed, the daughter of the president of the United States?

- Ha, that's too good for a guess. - Leon turned around trying to look at him. - Want to start explaining?

- Psychic powers. - He muttered and Leon was a little surprised. - Naah, just kidding with you dude.

I smiled denying. Who is such an idiot to believe in psychic powers?

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