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💐mi caballero en brillante armadura💐(I)

published june 9th, 2020
(My Knight in Shining Armour Capítulo I)

(here is the prologue in case you haven't read it)
~Prolougue~

1-Samuel Drake

Thunder crashed in the distance, and dark clouds. White flashes of lightning danced their way across the sky. My feet were numb as I sprinted on the red-bricked road. I knew my poor feet would be swollen and blistered the next time that I took my shoes off, but I didn't care. I carried the love of my life in my arms, holding her head to my chest. She smelled like earth and floral perfume. Her short black hair was wet, wispy, and slicked to her face with mud. Her cream coloured dress was matted with dark blood and clinging to her skin. The dress was torn, plastered with mud just like the rest of her. When I get her to the hotel I have to clean her up, poor thing. The wind whipped her dress making it flow beautifully in the wind. Bullets whizzed by my head. One grazed my calf, making me stumble and almost fall to the ground but I caught myself. I felt hot blood trickle down my ankle, foot, and down into my sock. I had to keep going. It hurt, Furious shouts in Spanish bellowed out behind me, but I kept running. I was so tired. My feet hurt so bad, my ribs hurt from intaking harsh breaths and my arms hurt from carrying her. I could see my breaths coming off in quick puffs, the air around me was cool, making me shiver so I held her warm body close to me. I needed to throw them off but how? It was almost too dark to see, but the street lamps helped me see barely. I searched for an escape, finding a dark alleyway. I darted into it, putting my back on the cobblestone wall and staying in the shadows. The only light was the moon, the stars, and the one rickety street-lamp that swayed back and forth. I heard their shouts pass me, and soon the only thing I heard was the creaking of the lamp swinging back and forth and my breaths. "Buscar en el perimitor! ¿Dónde están? Encontrarlos, no podrían haber ido muy lejos, uno de ellos está herido!" ("Search the perimeter! Where are they? Find them, they couldn't have gone far, one of them is hurt!")Their voices shouted furiously in Spanish, and I heard their voices get further away. I placed her down on the down and put my hand on her face gently, feeling hot tears fall down my face seeing the state she was in. Blood, dirt, and mud. Beautiful dress now torn, where could I have gone wrong?

2- Juliana Luna Ruiz

“Hey, Julia! Juliana-for chrissakes, girl, wake the hell up!” A voice on my left whispered on my left, and I felt a large hand on my shoulder shaking me awake. I sat up suddenly, a gasp leaving my mouth, (along with some other noises similar to a pig.) My eyes wandered around the room, realizing I was in the same shitty hotel room I fell asleep in. A large window had red and white curtains drawn that brought in pale sunlight across both queen-sized beds. The curtains matched beds, and I saw my partner-in-crime sitting on the bed opposite from me.

“The hell were you dreamin’ about?” The male that woke me from my deep slumber prodded. The personality in question that woke me from my dream was Samuel Drake. I gave him a scowl, then rolled my eyes. The male strolled over to the coffee-pot, pouring me a cup of black coffee and giving it to me. “I was flying, then I went to a party... Ryan Reynolds... and he was about to kiss me but you woke me up… prick…” I sighed sleepily, grumbling the last part under my breath, rubbing my eyes drowsily. It wasn’t really Ryan Reynolds that I had kissed, it was Sam. But I couldn’t tell him that I had a dream about kissing the man that I’ve been working with since I was a kid.

As I supped on my black coffee, I eyed him up and down suspiciously. He wore a dark red henley shirt and baggy dark blue jeans, and had his wallet, gold lighter, keys on the nightstand as if he had been ready to get up and leave for an hour or two. His medium-length hair was combed back, instead of his usual bed-head and he wore an ambrosial cologne instead of his usual smokey scent. Other people find the scent of smoke lingering on clothes pungent, but with Sam I like the smell. It’s comforting. I wonder why he is all dressed up like that? “What are we doing today, Captain?” I questioned jokingly, sipping more of my bitter coffee. I moved to the edge of my bed, smoothing out the sweatpants I slept in. I sat criss-cross and held onto my coffee with both hands, liking the warm feeling on my palms.