La Diabla | Oscar Diaz

La Diabla - Chapter Nineteen

Cesar held Sabina back as she yelled, slamming her hands into his chest. "I have to go get him Cesar!" He shook his head, attempting to hug her, but that resulted in hard shoves at his chest. "He's alive Cesar, I know he is." She cried, tears running down her face in rivers. "I have to save him."

He continued shaking his head softly, trying to calm her down by grabbing her wrists. "No, Sabina. Calm down, we'll get through this together. I'm gonna be here for you, Oscar would've have wanted it that way."

"He's alive!" She tried to pull her arms loose, "I can feel it, Cesar. He needs me—"

"Oscar is dead!" He yelled, letting her free. He took in a hard breath as he calmed himself, it hurt him to say that about his brother. "He's dead, Sabina."

Sabina shook her head, "you're wrong." She stepped away from him. "And I'm gonna prove it." She ran in the opposite direction, wiping the tears from her face.

He ran after her, cursing. "God damn it. Sabina!"

Oscar gasped for air. He opened his eyes but didn't see anything, slowly realizing his head was covered in a plastic bag. He could barely breathe without the plastic entering his nostrils or mouth.

"Jefe!" Someone yelled, causing his ears to ring, "the Santo's awake!"

Someone chuckled, then the bag was cut open, slicing his cheek. He felt the blood running down his face, but he was too weak to even flinch. Then the bag was off, the lights in the room blinding him. He was seeing double of everything, wondering why his head hurt.

"Round everybody up and go to the safe house. I'll meet you there." Jonah walked in, shutting the door behind him and squinted his eyes at Oscar. "Spooky." He smiled, "always a pleasure to have you by, how you feelin?"

Oscar chuckled, his voice coming out raspy. "I–I." He took in a hollow breath, his head hung low, "I got thi–this twitch in my eye."

"Ha." Jonah put on a pair of white latex gloves, grabbing his gun from the table. "Always the jokester huh? Even when you're staring death in the face." Oscar looked up, swallowing when he saw Jonah's face. He looked evil, his eyes dark and his cheeks hallow. "So tell me." Jonah stepped closer, his heavy footsteps made Oscar's head pound, his eyelashes fluttering shut as the pain flooded in. "You were so close to death, did you see that God that you Santos rave about?"

Oscar shut his eyes tighter, trying to tune out the pain, but he could hear the blood rushing through his veins, dripping out of the gash in his cheek, and what seemed to be a cut on the side of his head.

"You see," Jonah sat on the table, looking down at his gloved hands. "Death is beautiful," he chuckled, "she's so beautiful."

Oscar licked his chapped lips, not being able to lift his head to look at this man in the face before he killed him. Then he tried to move his arms, realizing that he focused so much on his head hurting, he didn't feel his arms tied behind his back. "I think you witnessed first hand just how beautiful death is." Oscar shook his head softly. "Oh." Jonah frowned, "so you haven't slept with my Sabina?" Oscar shook his head again, honestly.  He hummed, "hmm." He cocked his gun, that got Oscar to lift his head, "I'm sorry you didn't get to see her." He showed him the chamber of his gun, La Santa Muerte was present, covered in diamonds. "You see, my wife, she tied Sabina to la muerte, so when she sins, people start dying." He stood from the poker table, standing in front of Oscar. "That's why I had to keep Sabina around, especially with Dario, El Diablo y la Santa Muerte." He scoffed, "it just works. Same reason we had to take care of that little pregnancy thing she had going on, that would have ruined everything. You can't be the angel of death and bring life into this world."

Oscar's face came in contact with the gun, and he shut his eyes at the cold metal in between his eyebrows. That was it, he was going to die.

"Maybe next time, Santo."

A gun went off, but Oscar didn't flinch. Instead, he opened his eyes, noticing Jonah was struggling to catch his breath. The gun fell out of his hand, and he dropped to his knees. His eyes went completely black as the life left his body.

"People are going to start dying." Sabina said, "starting with you." She picked up his gun, aiming it down at him. "Espero y valió la pena lo tanto que jugaste con mi vida por tu pinché Santa Muerte." Another gun shot went off and Jonah's body collapsed to the floor. Then Sabina untied Oscar, shoving him toward the door. "Cesar's waiting for you outside, go. Without a leader they'll kill anybody and everybody. Get in the car with your brother and go somewhere safe."

"Sabina, I'm not leaving you."

"Oscar, go." She pointed the gun at him, "or I'll make you."

He swallowed, not having the strength to fight her on it. Then he limped away, jumping into the passenger side.

She heard the tires of Oscar's impala screeching, implying they were gone. So she sat in the chair Oscar was recently in, staring down at her fathers body. She couldn't believe that's all she was to him, a vessel for 'La Santa Muerte'. She laughed, moving him with her foot. When did his obsession with death get so out of control?

Sabina stood, looking for a piece of paper and a pen. When she found what she was looking for she sat at the poker table, beginning to write. She got half way through when there was a knock on the front door. Before opening it she scribbled the last words down, smiling at the paper. Then she unlocked the door, pulling it open.

Dario gasped, "oh my god." He ran in, kneeling down next to her fathers dead body. "What happened Sabina?"

She pulled the Jonah's gun from the waistband of her shorts, pressing it against the back of his head. "Stand up."

"Sabina?"

"I said stand up." She cocked it, and he put his hands up, slowly standing up.

"Think about what you're doing baby."

"Don't call me that." She said, "I'm not your baby."

"Sabina, let's talk this out." He chuckled nervously, "you don't know what you're doing. You're just upset and—"

"There's nothing you can say to fix this Dario. You had my baby killed," she scoffed, "because you believed I'm the angel of death, do you hear how crazy that sounds?"

"Sabina." He shuttered, "put the gun down."

"Turn around." She demanded, "with your hands up, if you do as little as move a fuckin' finger, you're dead." He slowly turned, his eyes shut when he came in contact with the gun again. "Understand that this has been my life since I was a little girl. Being scared of the lady in black my father was always talking about. My mother died to serve you guys' stupid little obsession. You two ruined my life." She licked her lips, "but I won't let you ruin anybody else's."

"Sabina—"

He was dead, his body hit the floor, right next to Jonah.

"God." She said, "if you're there, please, I'm begging you to take care of Oscar and Cesar." She looked down at the bodies, "I did my part." She lifted the gun, "now do yours."

Her body hit the floor.