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Fool's Gold	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Road to El Dorado, The Views: 1493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to The Road To El Dorado, nor do I profit from this. Enjoy this lovely fanfic! If not, crawl in a ditch for all I care! ;P

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-Fool's Gold

Paired Couple: MiguelXTulio/SLASH!/Lime

A/N: Miguel, Chel and Tulio do not belong to me, they belong to Dreamworks. So on and--HEY! WE'RE BACK!! Yay!!!

Tulio fell to his knees.

This couldn't be happening...

This was a mistake. This was wrong.

Miguel... His best friend; his lover... He couldn't die...

He just couldn't--

The blond laid there, his breathing becoming shallow. His startling green eyes fluttered open and closed, unable to focus.

“Tuls?”

The raven-haired Spaniard crawled over to him, his arms shaking badly. “M-Miguel?”

“Wh-What's happening to... me..? Am I g-going blind?”

His mouth having gone dry, Tulio couldn't respond. Seeing Miguel laying there in Chel's lap, unable to string a sentence together coherently, tore at Tulio's heart with a sickening twist. Chel bit down hard on her lower lip, tears escaping her eyes, but a contemplative concentration overtook her features after a minute of staring at the wooden dart still sticking out of his knee.

“You're not going blind, Miguel. You were hit with a poisoned dart.” She clarified, her voice uncharacteristically steady.

Shock overtook his eyes, the pupils dilating for a moment, before his eyelids drooped again as his strength began to bleed from him.

“So... This is i-it? I'm going to die?”

Tulio couldn't contain it any longer. He grabbed a hold of Miguel's hand and cried, his sobs shaking his frame from the inside out.

Chel smiled sadly. “Not yet.”

Tulio looked up at her, his eyes swollen and leaking with hot tears. “Wh-What is that supposed to mean? 'Not yet'? How can you just sit there and--” Another wave of overwhelming sadness crashed into him.

“We have time, but only just. We must get him the cure as soon as possible. The poison affects humans differently than animals. When Altivo...” She swallowed past the hard lump. “When Altivo got hit, the poison entered him immediately and killed him. There wasn't time to save him. But with humans, it's different. The poison slows down when it enters our blood.” She looked down at Miguel. “You still have five hours before the poison overtakes you. It's only affecting you right now because it puts its victim in a deep sleep before it truly takes its final toll.”

“So we can still save him?” Tulio looked up with hope. “Do you know the cure?”

“I do. Before you two came to El Dorado, the poison was one of the ways that Tzekel-Kan used to drug his sacrifices so they wouldn't be able to escape. But he kept the cure to it, so he could administer it to the sacrifice so they could arrive to Xibalba untainted.”

“So there was some of the antidote back in El Dorado when we banished him?”

“Unfortunately, no. He took the poison and the cure with him before leaving.”

“...And now, I get to use it to take my revenge on you all!!!” Came a sinister laugh from behind them.

In the clearing behind the trio stood a man with animal skins covering him from head to toe, a blow gun clutched in his right hand. He lifted his left hand and pulled off the hood from his head, revealing a man with long, black hair, and red paint crossing over the bridge of his nose.

Chel and Tulio didn't believe they would ever see the mad high priest again after he had been dragged off by Cortes and his men.

That crazy smile only widened as shock lit up their faces.

Tzekel-Kan was back, alive and no worse for wear.

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“You!” Tulio shouted with rage, standing up.

At this point, Miguel had fallen unconscious since the poison rendered him beyond exhaustion. The poison would slowly kill him from the inside out.

“Yes, Tulio. It is I. I have been waiting for the opportune moment to kill you three, ever since you managed to usurp my position as El Dorado's priest and hand me to those outlanders! They weren't even gods either!” He spat with disgust.

“You deserved what you got!” Chel yelled back at him. “You should have known that all your wanton sacrifices and killings would have eventually led to your downfall!”

“I am not here to talk about what has-been and what will-be! I've come to kill you! So do stay still as I exact my revenge on you!” Tzekel-Kan leaped, pulling a dagger from his waistband.

Tulio ran into him, tackling the former priest to the ground. They struggled in the dirt, rolling over and over, as Tzekel-Kan took swipes at the dark-haired Spaniard with his dagger. Tulio growled with a fury so potent, swearing in his heart that Tzekel-Kan would die for ever harming Miguel. Tulio wanted his adversary’s blood.

As the two fighters got to their feet, Chel got into the fight, placing kicks at the demented priest’s back, making him stumble several times. Tzekel-Kan turned around, slashing air, as the woman dodged out of the way. Tulio threw a punch at the back of his head. Tzekel-Kan anticipated the blow coming from behind and managed to slice open Tulio’s knuckles. The enraged Spaniard hardly registered the pain; he slammed his injured fist into the priest’s face, feeling the cheekbone crack under the pressure.

Tzekel-Kan snarled, an inhuman sound, and came at him with the dagger again, aiming for his gut. Chel jumped onto his back, locking her legs around their opponent, and pulled at his long hair. He reached around and grabbed her wrist, throwing her over his shoulder. She slammed into the ground with a sickening thud that clearly knocked her out.

It was just Tulio and Tzekel-Kan now.

“I swore to myself many moons ago to kill you all! When I found your footprints leading away from the city, I knew you three were on the run!” He cackled darkly. “And now, I’ll have my vengeance at last!”

“Keep dreaming that, Tzek! I won’t let that happen!”

They charged at each other again, Tulio coming in with punches while Tzekel-Kan continued to weave his deadly weapon in complex patterns in front of him. The fatal swipes of the dagger had the raven-haired Spaniard backing up along the path and out of the clearing, the enraged native following him.

As they cleared a line of trees, the sky was visible through the foliage above them, and eventually the foliage cleared altogether, leaving a clear plane of unbroken indigo. Nightfall was approaching.

Suddenly, Tulio slipped on a loose stone and fell face first into the dirt. The rock clattered down… somewhere…

He looked over his shoulder, after hearing an echo of the rock’s descent. Just behind him, with his foot dangling five feet into open space, a cliff marked the stone’s disappearance. The rocky outcropping, drenched in hanging vines, had Tulio gasping in fear.

Tulio never really told anyone, but he was damned afraid of heights.

“It seems you have run out of time.” Came the low, sinister laughter of Tzekel-Kan, who approached calmly.

Tulio scrambled to his feet, holding his fists in front of him, ready to keep going despite his slight trembling of being so close to the edge. He set his narrowed sights on the man before him, reminding himself that this was the man that had killed Altivo and was killing his best friend, his lover, Miguel.

With the thought of Miguel and the memories they had shared racing through his mind, Tulio waited as Tzekel-Kan charged at him with a blinding frenzy, his dagger going for Tulio’s throat. He jumped to the side and punched Tzekel-Kan in the side, winding him. But as he punched him, the dagger punctured his ribs. The cut was shallow, but left him breathless nonetheless. Blood seeped down his shirt and he grasped it tightly in one hand.

“Give up, Tulio! Without a weapon, you’ve no chance in defeating me!” The madman laughed weakly, still recovering from the punch to his side.

“NEVER!”

They charged at each other again. This time, Tzekel-Kan glanced his dagger off of Tulio’s cheek, making the man fall to his hands and knees. Again, Tulio was only five feet away from the edge, his feet dangling over the space.

“This is the end for you and your little friends. I will enjoy watching Miguel die as I slowly torture the girl…”

Tzekel-Kan grabbed Tulio by the collar of his shirt as he said this, relishing in the fear that overwhelmed Tulio’s eyes.

Suddenly, the Spaniard came up with a brilliant plan.

“Not in this lifetime.” Tulio whispered, and he grabbed a hold of Tzekel-Kan’s animal pelt. With strength he didn’t know he had, he jerked Tzekel-Kan in a direction and swung him out behind him. As Tzekel-Kan stumbled to right himself, being two feet away from the cliff, Tulio stood unsteadily to his feet and kicked out at his shin.

The result was instantaneous.

Tzekel-Kan shrieked as he disappeared over the edge.

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A/N: So WOOHOO! Tulio got rid of Crazy McCrazy-Face (a.k.a. Tzekel-Kan) once and for all! Now what…? Stay tuned for the ending, sure to come up soon! :D
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