@jacques-devries
Valeria found herself at Pisces looking for something to drink after having facing a disturbing situation at her store. She was in the back of the store, unpacking a box when someone came in. The men were talking as they walked in through the door. She was about to say something until she listened and heard their voices. She recognized them and their distinct accents. There was no way she could misplace their voices. They were the men who attacked her store all those years ago. Their faces were covered but their voices were forever imprinted in Valeria’s mind. Before she said anything, the men left the store. She ran out the door and down the street, but never found them again.
Valeria waved down the bartender, asking for a second drink, just as strong as the first one. She ran her hands through her hair and down her face. She wanted to call her mother. She wanted to call her men, but she had no idea who those men were, not for sure. She just knew that they were responsible. Maybe she was seeing things. It was like seeing a ghost. Valeria sipped her drink and looked around the bar. Then, a couple of men sitting in the corner. One man’s back was turned, but the other man was facing her. Those eyes and that voice were him. Valeria watched and when the other man left, she made her move. She finished her drink and set it aside. She walked over to the man and everything else became a blur. Her heart was pounding and her ears felt like she was in a barrel. “It’s you...,” she said softy at first. The man looked up at her and her eyes became daggers. She clenched her jaw. “It was you!” she snarled. She didn’t care about the man who left or the other patrons in the bar. Valeria’s blood ran cold and she was ready to kill the man in front of her.