...o leave her daughter, Zoe, behind to watch their house, though. Voltura knew that when she got home, Zoe would be furious at not having gotten to go, or do anything fun for that matter. But she knew that when her daughter saw the Destructo-pulser, all would be forgiven. She planned on letting her little hija destroy parts of the city with it.
Of course, this was before the necklace.
With no fuel left in their jetpacks, Voltura and Lady Gobbler had no choice but to take the bus. While riding it back, they had sat next to the mystical skeleton grandson of Sartana of the Dead, Django of the Dead, because there were open seats next to him. As she sat next to Django, Voltura noticed something off about him. He looked like a fucking mess! If that was even possible, considering he had no hair or skin. But she had seen it in his eyes. Like he would die- Er, die again if he didn't get off that bus as soon as he did.
But he should have sewn that hole in his pocket, because this necklace he had with him fell out. It was bird-themed, and Voltura felt it was only right to punish the (literally) brainless child's stupidity by taking it.
Oh God, if only she had known the shit that would follow.
That night, as she lay in her bed while her daughter was trying to find relief for some sort of headache she had, she could onl...