This was the winding path that ran along the outside of Pueblo, wasn't it? Yes, Luis recognized the rocks lining one side of the run-down little road. The trees were autumn bare and the sky was dark-- he could not see more than a few meters along the side of the road. There was nothing in the blackness but the distant shimmer of glowing yellow eyes and angry voices screaming instructions at each other.

"Hey, acá!" "Hey, over here!"
"Dónde está?""Where is he?"
"No dejes que se escape! Lord Saddler se quiere vivo!""Don't let him escape! Lord Saddler wants him alive!"

Oh, yes, he remembered this. They were hunting for him, under Saddler's orders to capture him at all costs. But whenever Luis was quite sure he was alone, there came voices in his ear just over his shoulder.


"Has regresado, Luis!""You have returned, Luis!"
"Las Plagas mató a mi María... Nos salvará!""Las Plagas killed my Maria... You will save us!"
"No se conoce ninguna cura... pero tienes un don.""There is no known cure... but you have a gift."

They were closing in on him. He could hear their stunted footsteps crackling in the leaves just inside the darkness. Their eyes were watching him. They were closing in on him. He had to keep running. He had to hold out until they came to protect him.

"Muere, muere, muere...""Kill, kill, kill..."
"Agárrenlo!""Get him!"
"Ayudame! No! Ayudame!""Help me! No! Help me!"
"Ahí está!""There he is!"
"Me duele el pecho... aaah, me duele!""My chest hurts... aaah, I hurt!"
"Luis! Luis, cómo pudiste? Cómo pudiste? Por que?" "Luis! Luis, how could you? How could you? Why?"

Luis froze in his tracks and turned around frantically at the sound of that voice. "Abuelo?" he murmured. "Grandfather?"

"Cómo pudiste?""How could you?"

The voice was chasing him now, speaking as though it was directly behind him no matter how fast he ran. There was no escape. They were coming for him.

And he was to blame for everything.

(ooc: Highlight to translate.)