The Waterfront, Jersey City, New Jersey, United States of America- Earth 1:03 A.M, April 28th, 2018 A.D.
“Oh, Pulán! Where are you?” the sound chills to the bone, like evil itself manifested into a single voice.
My dad pants lightly, resting his back behind a trash can.
“Come out come out wherever you are!” the voice shouts again, letting out a small cackle afterward.
Apá’s forehead gleams with sweat, his hands shaking slightly. I’ve never seen him this frightened before.
Footsteps of the voice fade and my dad sighs, rising to his feet again.
“Gotcha,” a voice whispers in his ear, their face covered in the darkness.
Apá blasts the person with gravity, sending them on their knees. It doesn’t last long. They push up against it, standing to full height once again.
My dad struggles, his hands straining.
“Aw, Pulán...” the person tsks, stepping into view under a streetlight.
I’m surprised to see what seems like a female version of Lonan, but her eyes are nothing compared to when Lonan first met me. Her eyes are black pools of hatred and malice, glinting in the light.
Then she raises her arms, black smoke unfurling from her fingers. The black smoke reaches my dad, snaking around his limbs. He doesn’t move, paralyzed.
The black smoke lifts him effortlessly, throwing him against the alley wall. Apá groans, coughing onto the ground.
“Apá!” I shout, but it’s like I have no physical body in this dream.
“Your days of reign are over, Moonwalker,” she taunts, lifting him up again to take her with him.
They both swirl into black smoke, shooting through the air.
My dad pushes and pulls against the gas, trying to get away. Nothing budges. Before long, they reach a pier, dumped trailer truck boxes resting on top of one another.
The girl and my dad shift back, standing in front of an opened trailer case.
Shouts and bangs are heard inside, along with several voices I recognize that belong to my dad’s teammates.
“What did you do to them?” Apá growls, spitting at her feet.
“Oh, you’ll see very soon.”
They step inside and are immediately met with a huge cage, barred with glowing blue metal poles. Inside, 4 Moonwalkers are chained to the top, their wrists secured. Their ankles are shackled to the ground bars, making their knees bent at an awkward angle.
My Apá’s eyes widen, turning his head to face the woman once again. “You let them go! It’s me you want.”
The girl laughs, shaking her head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not after you at all. You’re all bonuses. I want the person watching us now.”
Suddenly, her eyes turn towards me, a frightening smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“Your daughter,” she finishes, opening the cage to throw Apá inside. Immediately, handcuffs appear and attach Apá to the cage, like the others.
“You touch her and I’ll send you to Hell for eternity,” Apá’s voice suddenly lowers, his tone promising.
“I’d like to see you try,” she responds. Then she turns to me again and raises her arms.
“Ahh!” I scream, sitting up in my bed. Sweat trickles down the side of my face, dripping onto my tank top.
I wish I could say it feels better to be awake, but the terrifying clump of dread growing in my stomach lets me know of one thing: My Apá is in trouble.