Brazil

In a strange but lifted mood, as if floating on clouds over a busy city; no care for anything wrong or mistreating, we walked, two sisters, as if a regular day in a life, from the McDonalds in which we had shared a simple meal.
In hopes of crossing the Canadian border before tomorrow, it was never this easy. So when I felt the blow to my head all I could think of was; doesn't this figure. Never in my life had anything gone right, at any time. It was all to calming, like something as easy as brushing my hair, as my face hit the cold sidewalk causing my thoughts to go black.
Waking up on counters was becoming a regular thing for me, to the point in time where as my aching body came to I expected it. This was not what I was expecting. It smelled as if I was kneeling inside of an old toilet in a run down bar in Mexico. I wasn't far off, my arms were bound behind my back, an old rag from someone's dirty shirt was coiled into my mouth and pulled tightly behind my head. My knees ached as I realized the were supporting my body on a rugged floor. The air smelt of poor and despair. Many voices rambled on, I couldn't tell if at me or at someone else, maybe all of them at once. My ears were ringing. My sense's kicked in instantly and I could feel her frightened and dirty to my far left. My eyes opened; six scruffy mixed colored men crowded in a small room, most likely the biggest room in the establishment though. It was a complete dump, though it carried expensive fixtures. A jolly framed man spoke in rugged english to her; also bound, held by two giants as I she was to escape them easily. Before I could asses anything further I found my body flying fast towards a tub of dirty water. I struggled profusely as my face was forced to be held under water. Seconds feeling like minutes passed before my head surfaced. As I caught my breath I focused on the man I assumed to be calling the shots, he was speaking to her again, she looked to me helpless and scared. The jolly man paused and laughed a huskily, "It appears gentleman we have been asking the questions at the wrong girl." He moved closer until I could feel his breath upon my face, It smelt of raw meat and wine. "We need her blood" he pointed to her, not as if property; but as if a treasure. "Her blood will open a door." I nodded, I have heard this speech all to many times over the last few years. "But not to end the world, to gain us one of the worlds most prized treasures" As if instantly at the same time, she looked at me eyes wide with something neither of us have felt in many years; we laughed. The sounds came out fumbled from our bounds and rusty from years lacking but it happened right then and there; we laughed like there was nothing funnier in the entire world. Monsters, people opening up other worlds, we could handle that with straight faces but this, we could not. There seriousness soon clouded are laughs and we stopped the foreign feeling. "We will guarantee her safety back to Canada or where ever it is you have us. All the men, weapons, and resources you require. Just on drop of her blood, I hear the concern in her eyes you can burn the drop once the door is open." I in took all this information, he understood and gave me a moment. "You intend on us retrieving the treasure and returning it here also." "Ah, yes you are a very smart one, I do intend on those conditions." I looked to her as I spoke; "And you guarantee her safety?" "Yes, I swear on it." Her eyes pleaded to me with hope, I knew these men had no idea what guaranteeing her safety was and in no what could the preform this alive. "Your men will die," "Its a risk I'm willing to take." I looked around to the men in the room, wondering if the understood what that he was giving there lives up. I nodded to the jolly man, he gave the men in the room a glance as the began to unbind us. I walked over to the desk where they had crowded around looking a various maps. My wrists were red and beginning to bruise, odd. She walked over to the door where the light was shinning through and walked out, curious of her surroundings I guessed. I began to talk hesitantly but bold to the jolly man, number of men and routes through the jungle to be taken, it was all to surreal as I talked like I understood what was going on. How much have I grown in these few years. I began to drift off, catching myself before I stumble into a memory this time, I needed fresh air. I walked out to where she was standing. The sun was warm on my bruised face, a tiny almost hard to catch breeze crossed over my cheeks brushing my hair gently. She looked up to me confused as she gazed over the small rundown huts of the poor city. I spoke, in an almost annoyed tone, unhappy on the distance from our destination; "Brazil."
She looked up to her sister, the words didn't seem to come out clear, she could tell from the tone that she was unhappy. How though could they be so close to something then in what seemed like moments end up somewhere else, somewhere on the other side of the world.