#IslandOfTheDolls

-It wasn’t long before a truck stopped going south. Sienna climbed up into the cab gave the truck driver a once over, he looked harmless enough leaning back in the seat as the truck rolled forward eyes closed listening to the cb chatter. Word was The Island of The Dolls had recent deaths. The place had history odd as it might be but lately it looked like something truly demonic was cutting down tourists and she planned to stop it. The steady hum of the engine lulled her to sleep, her hand was resting into the backpack clenching a knife just in case.-

-Moving slowly through the port of entry, the line was long everyone geared up for the holidays. It was heartbreaking stepping out of the United States officially on Mexico soil. A young girl ran up dirty little hands selling homemade spiritual bracelets. Jo squatted down smiling into those beautiful brown eyes. Taking out a dollar bill handing it over as the young girl held a look of serenity and peace that wasn’t expected. Bracelet was put into Sienna’s palm and as she looked down eyes focused on the angel’s picture. It was Michael how damn ironic as Sienna looked backed up the girl was gone. Hand closed around the bracelet as she stood. It was a good trek to The Island of The Dolls no time to waste. Her Spanish was terrible but she managed to find a bus driver going in the right direction. So she boarded the rusted bus head snapped behind her but no one was there. She’d heard a voice… as the bus backfired and finally spurted to life moving forward Sienna chalked it up to being tired.-

-Knee bent propped against the seat in front of her journal balances on top. Writing came out none to pretty with the movement of the bus but an accurate journal could make all the difference in the world. “Don Julian Santana, a hermit who renounced the world and his family to make the “La Isla de la Munecas”. It is believed that, he did this to please the spirit of a little girl who had drowned in the canal but the stories on further investigation suggested his nephew had killed the girl in the canal Santana had not been able to revive her.

-Things had been calm just noted for sighting’s of the dolls walking around the island at night but it had made news a rash of deaths had sparked interest from the authorities. The nephew was missing and presumed dead or possibly a suspect. All the murders had been young teenage girls drowned. Sienna wanted to get down there take EMF readings to see if she could figure out if it was supernatural related but in truth she just needed to keep busy. She had not been prepared for all the emotions welling up inside her. In heaven she’d been at peace but now… she just was having issues. Focus on the job Sienna and forget the rest. Your here for a reason so make it count.

-Bus came to a stop so the occupants could take a bathroom and stretch their leg’s. Bag over her shoulder Sienna stepped off the bus onto the dirt road. Looking up at the sky dark clouds were coming together blocking out the sun. She silently wondered if the bus would keep going if it rained. The place they stopped at looked like someone’s house converted into a side by the road cafe.

She watched as passengers where given instructions to the find the bathroom which brought a rueful smile to her lips. It was an outhouse set further back off the road. She had not seen one of those beauties since visiting distant family after her Dad passed back in Oklahoma.- “Jose! Los suministros están aquí, ven rápido descargarlos.” Sienna’s head turned to the elderly woman. She was yelling at a young guy who look busy working on a motorcycle. The atmosphere had a calming effect. Mexico had beautiful scenery. Her stomach grumbled at the smell of food. Beans and carne asada filled the air. Getting in line with some of the other passengers she waited her turn to order lunch.-

-Plate in hand Sienna wondered off to a tree stump sat down thanking God for the hot food. The beans had more flavor than she knew was possible happily she munched on thinking if she was down here long enough maybe learning to cook would be a good idea. Birds were clear, chirping wiping her mouth suddenly a gun shot sound the birds took off in flight and people began shouting. “Federales! ” Sienna stood and gasped as a a hand closed over her mouth and she was drug backwards. Immediately she started to fight to break loose. Elbowing the assailant in the ribs. Then swinging around to deliver a right hook.

Contact made as she stared stunned at the young man. It was the Jose’ being yelled at earlier. “Ssh… not going to hurt you weta. It’s not safe they’ll take you. Calm down, come you will be safe with me! Por favor, antes Por favor, antes de que sea demasiado tarde!” He looked sincerely scared and the sound of a vehicle approaching made Sienna more trusting than normally she would have been with a strange man. Something told her he was trying to help. Looking down at the outstretched hand she took it and followed him through some high grass and into the tree’s. A glance back brought men in a jeep, forty caliber rifle mounted to a platform, they were dressed all in black with ski masks. She’d heard vague rumors about federal police this must be them. But she didn’t really understand why Jose’ was worried for her.

He ushered her towards a rock outcrop that looked over run by weeds. Watching as he pulled them back taking her in behind him. Ducking down to get inside she watched as he fixed the opening. Her heart was racing hand slipped down to the knife in her boot.- “Estamos a salvo aquí, no debe viajar sola. Piel clara traería un alto precio en el mercado de esclavos.” Sienna could only make our part of what he was trying to tell her. But she thought she got the gist of what he was saying. Voice hushed.- “Thank you. I’m Sienna.” -Hand extended she watched his reaction carefully looking for anything off.-

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