"What the fuck just happened?" Nieto was on the ground staring up at the underbelly of a mountain of rubble. His backpack had taken the brunt of the impact but his whole body still throbbed like he'd been trampled by the bulls. "That hurt like fuck."

"Kids your age really chouldn't be cussing like that," a gruff voice murmured.

Nieto looked to see the glaming red hood and long tail of La Kobra and yelped. He backed away towards the edge of the room. La Kobra turned and kinda smirtked. Long white fangs stopped at the crease of his chin.

"Relax kid. If I was gonna kill ya, I would've just let the building fall on you."

"You saved me? But I thought--"

"Yeah, yeah. El Toro," La Kobra said in a mocking voice. "Boy gets a little swole and acts like he can throw everyone around. I know I'm no cake walk but that asshole isn't the saint Valencia makes him out to be. The guy's a prick, trust me."

"But you murder people."

"Not everyone deserves to go to jail for their crimes. Sometimes, you just need to escore them to the pearly gates yourself." L aKobra paused for a second then continued. "Plus, I murder people who are assholes like me. You're like ten. Worst thing you could"ve done is ripped off your sister's Barbie doll head."

"So, I'm not gonna die."

"Well no one said that." La Kobra was looking around for something. "We are in a collapsed church basement being held by two joists and with no exits. We might not make it. But hey, if we die, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"If we die, when you get to heaven, find my Lara for me and tell her that her papa will always love her, will ya?"

"Um..." I heard crackling from a far off place. "Sure. Will do."