My corazón rate was untellable. All I can say is, it was fast. And I don't mean just as if tu finished a suspenseful movie o anything like that. My corazón was racing as if I just ran 10 heart-throbbing, unforgivable miles.
The man jerked his hand forward, palm up, inches away from my face.
"I'm not gonna tell tu again," he growled at me angrily, panting between each word, "Give, me, that, BOX. tu don't want to know what happens if tu don't put it in my hands this very minute!" His voice raised louder, word-by-word, until he was shouting, his thick spit splashing onto my face. I held the box closely to my side. I heard a shrill, shaky voice screech "No!" I was shocked to discover it was my own.
The man (Who I will refer to as Moonscar from the crescent moon-shaped scar covering the left side of his face.) was about to kill me when a scream was heard behind him. He turned to a little girl with tears streaked down her face, her hazel eyes mostrando unimaginable fear.
My sister.
"Nadette! Run away!" I heard the voice-Oh, wait, MY voice-screeched. She looked at me, past Moonscar's stare. Shouting at me, I could only hear the shouts and screams from all the other terrorism going on right now. OPEN IT, she had said.
She was right. What other choice do I have?
Moonscar immediately jerked his head back to me, knowing what I was about to do. He raised his sword to finish me off, but it was too late. My sweaty palms fumbled with the minuscule chest, and opened it.
A dark violeta aura burst out from this small chest. It headed straight towards me. Then. . . suddenly. . . I felt this, strange sensation. . .
The last thing I saw was her beautiful face.
Smiling at me.