#i cannot remember if she addressed him as Christopher in front of nick and I barely remembered nicks name

[neonvette]

Nick: Enjoy your ride, Elizabeth. Beth: No, you can’t call me that. Nick: Why not? That’s what he called you. Beth: Rio knew me longer, and Rio had a plan.

[alejaosbastardos]

On the Road

Summary: Ten years after the massacre at the border, Daniel’s life had changed a lot, the death of his father and brother, his escape to Puerto Lobos to start a new life, dragging a past that he could never leave behind. When Daniel decided that he would never see a familiar face again, the past and the present cross in his road.

Chapter 2: Decisions

To: Christopher Eriksen

Address: 901 12th Ave, Seattle, WA 98122, United States.

Dear Chris:

I hope the information I gave to you will be very useful. I am really sorry I can't help you find them myself, as you well know, the police kept tracking my movements and I can't leave the United States... You don't know how painful it is for me not to be able to go looking for them personally...

Many years have passed since I last saw them, I still remember clearly when I had to heal Sean's wounds and the pain in my soul I felt when I saw him like that, every day I think of them, how they are, what they will be doing, how they will have done in Mexico...

A part of me hoped that they would try to contact me, but it didn't happen, I hope it's because they decided so and not because something happened...

I hope you get lucky on your trip and manage to find them, in the worst case they may not be in Puerto Lobos anymore, if so, the search will be more difficult.

Any help you need, do not hesitate to contact me.

I wish you the best and that you find Sean and Daniel safe and sound.

With love.

Karen.

Friday, August 7, 2026

12:00 pm.

A flight was going to take off at 1:00 pm, a young blond was dragging a huge suitcase through Seattle airport to go to the ticket office to check in and leave his luggage, the flight would be long so he had brought his small ammunition in his backpack

A woman with red hair smiled at her behind the counter when she saw the boy approach her.

“Good morning, can you give me your documents, please?”

The blond boy greeted her and handed the girl the documents she was asking for.

“Mr. Christopher Eriksen.” The receptionist read while checking his data on the computer. “Here is your boarding pass, I hope you have a happy trip.”

Chris thanked the woman but before leaving he remembered something.

“Excuse me I have a doubt... The General Ignacio Pesqueira García airport... That is the airport where I will arrive.”

“Right.”

“It's not in Puerto Lobos...”

“It's in Hermosillo.”

“Do you know where I should go to take a bus that leaves me in Puerto Lobos?”

The woman was thoughtful with Chris's question.

“Give me a few minutes” She said before typing on her computer.

“Papá, papá! Estoy loco por llegar a México!” Said the boy next to him. “Extraño comer tacos.”

The man next to him let out a laugh and took his 7-year-old son in his arms and hugged him.

“No te preocupes mijo, cuando lleguemos a México es lo primero que vamos a comer.”

Chris looked longingly at the interaction between the father and his son, it had been 3 months since he last spoke with his father on the phone...

“Take it.” The girl offered him a paper with a name and written address. “I hope it helps, when you arrive in the city of Hermosillo take a taxi to this terminal, then you must buy a ticket from a bus that goes to Puerto Lobos.”

Chris took the sheet in his hands.

It will be a great surprise to see them again after 10 years.

“Thanks a lot.” Chris said with a smile on his lips.

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The sun's rays filtered through the window, the sky was dyed orange while a silence flooded the place, Chris could only hear the sound of the plane. The people around him were concentrated watching a movie, reading a book or sleeping.

Chris had a comic in his hands that he had stopped reading an hour ago, he had fallen asleep after Captain Alfred had entered Supervillain's Sam's lair.

He took his backpack and took out some cereal bars, probably they were going to have dinner soon, but Chris was very hungry.

As he checked what else was in his backpack, he found the old drawing he and Daniel had made.

In the drawing you could see careless strokes of a blond boy with a mask, cape and armor, and next to him another dark boy wearing a hooded cape and a mask.

Chris smiled sadly and pulled a sketchbook into his backpack and opened it until he came to a drawing that had the same concept of children's drawing but much more professional.

He sighed as he remembered everything that happened in Beaver Creek, seeing Daniel and Sean fleeing through the forest, his farewell when Daniel last saw him when he climbed into the treehouse.

Chris had hoped to see them again, that things would be fixed and that all the misunderstandings would be resolved, to have the Diaz brothers again as neighbors and to be able to stay together.

But none of that happened.

Daniel and Sean didn’t come back and when Chris asked Mr. Reynolds about them Mrs. Reynold broke into tears.

Since that day Chris didn’t talk about them with Mr. Reynolds.

All he knew is that Daniel and Sean had fled the border after a massacre that no one could explain since the Diaz brothers did not carry any weapons.

The mysterious deaths of that incident had Chris in suspense, but he was sure of something and that Daniel had nothing to do with what had happened.

Daniel, his childhood friend, couldn’t have killed those people.

Chris's theory is that maybe someone there had super powers too.

From that day on many things changed, from the impact of the news, to things after what happened.

His father had decided to leave Chris with his grandparents living in Seattle for a time, while he resolved his own alcoholism issues.

But Charles never came back, and the times Charles talked to him he always replied that he was not yet ready to return.

Chris was patient.

But things never happened as he expected.

When Chris graduated from high school, his father called him to congratulate him and sent him a letter of apology for not attending his graduation with money inside.

Every time Chris asked Charles where he was and when he was going back, he always replied that he was still fixing his affairs and that he needed to do it alone.

Chris stopped asking the same thing 3 years ago.

Every time Chris talked to his father, it was always about how he was doing and how he was doing with his studies at the university, they didn't talk beyond that, and every time Chris asked his father how he was doing, his answers were very short. .

Chris had started his BA in Interdisciplinary Arts 2 years ago at the University of Seattle, his grandparents were very proud of him.

But 1 year ago a great doubt invaded Chris.

It all started when during one morning at the university, Chris was having breakfast in the cafeteria along with other classmates.

On the television they had to watch the news from their seats, journalists made a reminder of the border massacre.

10 years after the border massacre and even the police cannot explain what happened.

The Díaz brothers fled to Mexico, the United States government requested their extradition, but according to the Mexican government the police have not been able to find them.

Please, a minute of silence to the dead at the border.

“You don't think it's strange that they haven't been able to solve how the massacre took place” asked a boy named Nick who was sitting next to Chris.

“One  of the several theories said one of the boys who fled had telekinesis powers” Answered a girl of dark skin.

“Do you really think that?” Another boy scoffed. “Surely the boys had some hidden bomb they threw and that would explain why the cars flew.”

“But according to the investigations, no weapon was found at the scene of the crime.” answered a girl named Tess. “how could it be a bomb if none of that was found?”

At that time the boys began to debate the theories they had found on the Internet.

A week after Chris investigated online and read all the news portals that talked about the massacre, he began investigating all social networks to contact Daniel and Sean.

But none of that worked.

He could only find Sean's Facebook that had not posted anything since 2016.

He had left multiple messages but none of them were answered. So Chris started doing his little private investigation.

That same year, during his summer vacation he decided to visit Beaver Creek. His main reason was to speak personally with Mr. Reynolds and to be able to get information from the whereabouts of Daniel and Sean.

When he arrived he hoped to find his father in his old house, but when he reached the front of the house it was super careless, his old playground was full of a long lawn that had not been trimmed for years, and his old Tree house was very neglected, it looked as if at any moment it could fall.

His house looked like a place that had not been inhabited for a long time.

Similarly, Chris reached the porch and rang the bell, nobody opened the door.

Then he looked out the windows, but they all had low curtains.

A sigh of sadness came from Chris's lips, this house was full of memories, both good and sad. After all, it was the place where he grew up with his mother when she was alive.

After giving up he decided to walk to the house of Mr. Reynolds. The last time Chris saw them they didn't look as old as now, but they were still there, together, supporting each other.

They were very surprised to see Chris on his porch, Mrs. Reynold hugged him and told him that he had grown a lot and that he was very handsome.

Chris told them a little about his life, that he was studying now at the university and that he had rented a small flat apartment to avoid being a burden for his grandparents while with his part-time work he paid his expenses.

After having a small chat with Mr. Reynolds, Chris asked if they had news of the Díaz brothers.

The face of both changed completely, Mrs. Reynold shook her head.

“Is there no way to know anything about them?” asked a hopeful Chris.

Mrs. Reynold sighed.

“My daughter, Karen, she could inform you better of them, she saw them for the last time before crossing the border.” Mr Reynold replied before taking a small paper and writing his daughter's address.

"Look for her, she could inform you better of my grandchildren," he replied sadly.

After the dinner with the Reynolds, Chris decided it was time to return to Seattle and plan his next trip to Arizona.

Before leaving, Mrs. Reynold hugged him tightly.

“Thank you very much for coming Chris, I love you as if you were another grandson.”

His heart stirred, it had been a long time since he had last had contact with Mrs. Reynold, he felt bad for not having visited them before to find out how they were.

He promised himself to visit them again soon.

After returning to Seattle he left days later to Arizona where he would later meet with Karen.

At first Chris thought that Mr. Reynold had been wrong to give the address since he only saw desert when he arrived.

But after advancing in his car with the GPS activated, he found a small town near the Grand Canyon.

Chris was surprised to learn that there was a small town in a place like this, where you could see mobile homes and houses made of wood around.

It was not very difficult to find Karen since she was very well known in the place.

When Chris knocked on the door, a blond lady leaned out the window and was a little confused to see him.

However, she opened the door to the unknown boy and told him to come inside.

He looks exactly the age of Daniel she thought.

Upon entering Chris introduced himself and went straight to the point.

Karen was surprised that someone else was investigating the whereabouts of her children.

"Count on me in anything that can help you find Sean and Daniel," Karen said as she took Chris's hands.

That same night Chris had fallen asleep at Karen's house, they had talked both of their lifes, Chris told her his story, how he had met Daniel and everything that had happened.

After Karen told him about her life, she told him that she had never stopped thinking about them and that like him, she has been investigating the whereabouts of her children without much success.

All she knew was that they had fled to Puerto Lobos and there was no way she could go there.

And that's how Chris was now on a plane that went straight to Mexico, just 3 hours more traveling, and he would arrive in the Mexican city of Hermosillo.

Chris just hoped to find the Diaz brothers safe.