Fool's Gold

 

-Fool's Gold

Paired Couple: MiguelXTulio/SLASH!/Lime

A/N: Miguel, Chel, Altivo, and Tulio do not belong to me, they belong to Dreamworks. So on and so forth...

As the friends stood there, waiting for who-knows-what, an imposing figure burst from the hut that one warrior had run to. From head-to-toe, this man was solid muscle. He stood a clear foot over the other men and the three adventurers, wearing numerous pieces of jewelry made from bones. His face was painted in the likeness of a skull, wore a hand-stitched cape and matching loincloth made of numerous skins of jaguars and coyotes, and the top half of a skull from a jaguar sat astride his scalp. His hair was dirty and lank, like the rest of the warriors and villagers around him, but held a keen intelligence in his eyes. His jaw was angular and his teeth stuck out in odd angles, further adding to his grotesque, savage likeness. Miguel, Tulio, and Chel could only hope that he spoke Chel's dialect, not liking their situation every second as time passed.

The head tribesman-for that's what they supposed he was-walked over to the assembled group and looked over Miguel, who was the closest to him, like a buyer would look over a horse for auction. The tall, broad man even fisted a handful of blond hair and sniffed it, his brow creased forward menacingly. The action caused Miguel to whimper in pain.

Tulio struggled against his bonds, angry that anyone would dare hurt his friend.

The man let the blond Spaniard go and walked over to stand in front of Chel. With little effort, and even less emotion, he tore the gag from her mouth.

The imposing leader of the village spoke rapidly before Chel had a chance to say anything, speaking in a fluid dialect that resembled lots of vowels rather than consonances. Neither Miguel or Tulio could make heads or tails of what he was saying. Surprised, Chel spoke back to him in the same language, if somewhat timidly.

The man scowled and backhanded her face, yelling foreign words in a mixture of outrage and disbelief. Tears, that neither the raven haired or blond man had ever seen come from the El Dorado woman, welled up in her eyes.

When they thought that the native man was going to say some more to her, he turned to the both of them and ripped the gags from their mouths.

The process stung the inside of Tulio's mouth, causing him to curse in pain, "Oww! Fuck! The least you could do was gently take it out, asno, not take my tongue with it!"

"Silence!"

Both of them were stunned speechless. They had thought the small community had consisted of people unable to understand them.

"I am Revu-Jhezkekl and this is my village of the Terbokneylznyath!" At this proclamation, all of the warriors and villagers whooped and shouted with zealous pride. Chel gasped, her eyes growing wide. "You three have breached our borders... It is time you pay the price for such insolence."

Miguel shouted desperately, "Whoa whoa whoa! Wait just a minute here, compadre! We did not know that the clearing was your territory!"

"Foolish!" Revu boomed loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Everyone knows of our land and our name!"

"That may be so, but we're not from this land!" Tulio interjected.

"Oh?" Asked the lead tribesman in a disbelieving tone. "Then where are you from?"

"We are the Gods sent from Xibalba!"

If the warriors and villagers were interested, they didn't show it. Revu remained unimpressed.

"Well, it seems that we shall be having a fine feast this evening..." Revu finally said over his shoulder, in which the natives began whispering excitedly.

Tulio smiled, relieved. "Well, if we are to be your guests of honor, I would appreciate it if you were to remove these restraints. Being bound in a mortal body, after all, does hinder ones godly powers to some extent." Miguel nodded his accord eagerly.

Revu-Jhezkekl grinned, then laughed heartily. The two Spaniards joined in the laughing, believing all had worked out, despite Chel looking scared beyond her wits and wrestling with the ropes around her wrists.

"Guests of honor?" Revu shook his head, the skull of the jaguar on his head staring at them. "No, my exalted ones, you shall be the main course this evening!"

"Uhh... Beg pardon?" The raven haired man asked, hoping he heard wrong.

Revu puffed out his chest a bit and declared in his most formal voice, "We are the Terbokneylznyath..."

Miguel's heart sank, pounding a rhythm of inevitable doom in his veins.

"...the God Eaters!"

A/N: Oh the joys of cannibalism! Gruesome sight, no? R&R as always! More to come...