Maitea
I wake up slowly. My mom is staning over me.
"Where am I?" I ask. I wince as I feel a pain in my forehead.
"A hospital in Spain, don't you remember sweetie?" My mom asks.
"No, I can't really remember anything. It all seems so distant."
"Well, you were trying to save your father, but a boy hit you on the head. You seem to have lost a lot of memory. We arived on the scene just in time to save you and bring you ack home. But they still have your father."
"Who?"
"A gang in America called the Fishers. We have tracked where they are through a phone. But besides that, we don't have much information."
"I want to go help daddy."
"You will have back-up this time, of course. We don't make the same mistakes twice. Just tell us when you're ready. But we don't have much time..."
"I want to go now." I say, standing up, and ignoring the throbbing pain in my head.
"We have the plane ready. Here is a bit of water." She hands me a glass as she says this. I take a drink.
"Okay, lets go." My voice sounds stronger. We get on the plane. I sit across from my mom in the leather seat.
"If we are lucky, you father will be alright."
"Who is holding him hostage?" I ask her.
She holds out a picture. The boy has blue hair, and small fetures.
"I get to kill him." I say.
