Xaloc blinked and gradually opened his eyes. His last memory resurfaced in his mind and he quickly got up and looked around. He could not recognize where he was. White ends covered the floor and the palm shade provided a shade to block him from the sun.
He was at a beach. How?
His last memory was very vivid. Rose and Hina, those two girls had murdered him. Xaloc's body trembled with pure unadulterated anger as he recalled the agony of that dagger piercing his body. They would pay.
An eye for an eye. Xaloc leaned against the tree. He would enjoy seeing life leave their eyes. He knew this.
But how was he still alive?
He tried to remember what happened after his death but came up blank. He tried again and the faintest traces of memory approached him. He could remember a sizzling heat on his thigh and that heat spreading to his heart.
