Been played

I feel a little better now but I have to keep the fire burning, I can't lose track of anything at all, every little detail is a step forward to getting my mom, I just have to act smart and play cool, I look at the spots marked O and something just felt wrong in an oddly bad way. I pick up my phone and look at the digits of the place marked X. "20,18,25.These numbers are placed on the buildings in Italy, do they mean anything significant?" I ask like I was talking to someone while playing with my pen, I write down the numbers and thought of what I learnt in the school, looks like the lessons are finally becoming useful. So in tracking class I learnt a few things. Even numbers are words. "Try. That's the first word I get, try?" I ask again, like does that make any sense in anyway, they are lots more numbers from all the spots.

"Try to find me." I read our the words I spelt out, the last word 'me' was in Columbia, though they haven't been attacked and crazy how the M was the place I tracked the shadow to be, that means all this shit are connected in a very uncanny way, should I tell Sylvester about my analysis? Nah it's better I work alone on this, besides he's a useless dimwit that will only get in my way. I walk out of my room to ask for the keys for the car so I can hit the road. "I need the keys to the Bugatti." I say not ask cause why would I ask this bitch for something, who is he. "Why do you want the keys bambino? Met a girl you wanna impress?" He asks with a smirk on his face, this guy is unbelievable, how can he be thinking of such at such a critical time, this guy is fucked up."Dammi quelle maledette chiavi e smettila di parlare." (Give me the fucking keys and stop talking) I say feeling my anger rising, these days I've been getting angry easily maybe cause of stress.

"Tranquillo, prendi le chiavi, ragazzo, ma non voglio il latte sull'auto, quindi fai attenzione Pablo." (Chill, take the keys kiddo,but, I don't want milk on the car so be carefully Pablo.) He says with a teasing voice. Really! Can this guy be any more disgusting, the fuck is milk. "vaffanculo." (Fuck you) I say taking the key and storming off from his room and I could here is fucking laugh, that bastard, I don't have time to waste.

It's a 1 hour drive from here, if the road is free I'll hit full speed and I'll be there in 40 minutes, shit the heavens decided to punish me today the road is packed today, fuck I don't have the patient for this, my grip on stirring tightened, every minute that passed felt like a part of me was ripped off, mom is in danger. Finally, I hit full speed and reached the destination, for the next place placed for attack it seems really dull, no life form of any kind just barrows and a building, maybe someone is inside, someone has to be inside like if no one is inside then who the fuck am I tracking.

I walked in and it was dark like a horror movie setting and I love it cause I didn't know what to expect, I brought out my knife and my spine tingled with excitement but I didn't hear any footsteps coming closer, isn't this supposes to be where I fight and take mom like the hero I am? I turn on my phone touch and looked for the light switch, I found one and switched it on.

No one? What have I been tracking? Who have I been tracking? Why lead me here? The fuck is this about? "Oh shit, have I been set up?" I never go wrong with tracking, never, what is going on, I need explanations to this. "Cálmate niño,( calm down boy) yeah you tracked me but I'm not a fool niño, I think ahead. That was smart though, I'll add an extra day to your mom's life. Watch your back." He says with a sick laugh that sounded so familiar but I wasn't thinking about that now, I saw an envelop and opened it. 'Try harder next time, that's if there is one for you niño.' As soon as I was done reading it the building started flaming and not a minor flame, so hot it could melt glass.

Shit I've been played by this prick, how do I get out of here now, feels like I'm in a furnace, I look around and see an open window but it's way above and there is a ladder, does this guy really want me to die or is he keeping me on a hot seat, fuck that prick, I dash through the flames to head for the ladder, the fume was cutting out my oxygen and the ashes getting in my eye making them teary.

I climb the ladder holding on to the little oxygen I have left in my system and the pain on my left hand, I had a burn, shit.

I got out and my hands were hurting like mad, but that wasn't the main deal, a letter was inside the envelop apart from the note, I won't read it till I get home, maybe it's a clue or something but that isn't what's in my head right now, I just want to shower and hit the sack. It's been a long day.