Chapter 2: La Bestia De La Muerte.

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I didn't know what to do. I froze time. But I don't understand how he is still moving.

Could he be another one of me?

"What the- yo, who's there?" He says aiming the gun right at me.

I knew I was exposed making me take a deep breath standing my guard. I slid against the wall looking at the mirror above me to see his face. His eyes where light grey. The tattoos that scattered around his body terrified me.

I was scared of this man and I didn't even know who he really was. I've seen his name on the tabloids.

These are the men my mother told me to stay away from.

I took a deep breath regaining my strength to get pulled into real world. This was a sign from the big man himself.

I was brought back into real time watching everyone running. I look back seeing Narcos shooting at some man who looked like he could crush someone's skull in 10 seconds.

"¡No soy tu enemigo!" The man said while Narcos wasn't having it.

"Where's my money Anthony?!" Narcos said while a second man came up.

I shook my head running towards the entrance seeing the entrance blocked people trying to escape.

I groaned watching the gun fight going on. My nerves kept tapping into my emotions. I was finally controlling them.

Controlling my powers.

That's until I saw a little girl in the middle hiding. She looked up trying to crawl away but a bullet was so close to grabbing her.

I see her mom trying to get her out. I start a distraction while pulling the fire alarm.

I ran as fast as I could towards the little girl grabbing her hand.

It was just like that where I wished that sometimes I could just disappear.

I turn around making contact with the drug lord himself.

My heart raced, fear strikes my heart as time stopped.

"You need to leave."

"Doesn't it look like that's what I'm doing?"

He turns around looking at the people frozen, like stone.

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