Sands Storm

Hey!! This is my first OUATIM fiction, so please give it a chance. I wrote it all by my self, lol… So if there's anything wrong with it… It's my fault, lol. I'm more used to writing POTC fictions, so if Sands is out of character, please tell me! I will watch the movie, over, and over, and over again, until I can get it right, lol. I actually added all the description for the first time in one of my stories. My friend, Flute Damioh, usually added all of the description in my Jack Sparrow stories. This time I did it by my self, and proud of it, lol. So give it a chance, and Reply… Preferably good ones… If their flames, I will make smores, for me and Sands…

Ok, well in this story, it's a little different. Sands doesn't get his eyes out, someone else does… So enjoy!

Oh, and there's some, but not a lot of bad language in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Sands walked out into the grimy streets of Mexico. Looking around him, he took in all the scenes happening. People fighting, Guns going off, and Children running for their lives. Today was the day everything went down, The Day of the Dead. Barillo's Cartel Versus the Mexican Government, and Sands was in the middle of it, just to make a few bucks… Well if a few is a million or more dollars. Everything was going to plan. He stretched out his arms and cracked his fingers, yup everything was perfect.

He made his way down the street. There was supposed to be an Agent meeting him at some Café, but when he got there it was closed. He kicked the door, and then decided it would be best if he just took a walk, instead of getting charged for the damage. He was getting quite hot in the Mexican sun, considering he was wearing all black, even his chin length hair was close to black, well it could have looked like that from all the grease which was now calling his hair home. As he walked a small strand of hair fell in front of his chocolate colored eyes, he quickly whisked it back behind his ear, his fingers gently grazing his sharply defined cheekbones as he pushed it back.

When Sands finally made it to the end of the street, he decided to turn around and head back to the Café, since it would probably be open by now. But then something caught his eye just around the corner, it was a small figure, a female figure, slowly sliding down the side of the building, as it looked she was in great pain. She took her gun out of the holster, which was placed around her waist. She held the gun under her chin; she started to talk to her self, but he could barley hear her, and so he walked closer to see what she was doing.

Agent Allielyn Jones couldn't believe what had just happened to her. She quickly took out her gun and held it under her chin, and started talking quietly to her self.

"Okay Allie, on the count of three pulled the trigger"

Her dirty blonde hair was sticking to her blood coated face. Some of the blood dripping onto her lips, and sneaking it self into her mouth, which almost made her retch.

"Alright, on the count of three…. One…Two"

She heard footsteps approach her, then stop. She took the gun from under her chin and pointed to where she heard the footsteps.

"If you come any closer, you'll be number Three"

She heard a faint male laugh, then he started talking to her.

"You killed three people?"

She laughed a little.

"Oh, I killed a lot more than three people, considering my job description"

"Ahh well what is it that you do there sugarbutt?"

She was still trying to sound tuff… But Sands could tell she wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"You see I can't tell you, also part of my job… But hell I'm gonna die any way, so who cares. I work for the CIA. My name is Agent Allielyn Jones… But call me Allie, Oh by the way, don't ever refer to me as sugar butt, EVER again…"

Sands smirked a little.

"Well then, Allie, guess we have a little in common then. I work for the CIA as well, and I got stuck in this fucking country, but I'm trying to make the best of it… What are you doing here?"

"Well I got sent here, looking for an agent who goes by the name 'Sands', I'm guessing that's you. I asked the wrong people and, told the wrong people who I was… Got mixed up in a few things, then with my friggin luck, had my eyeballs drilled out of my head… So thank you!"

Sands placed a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it while talking.

"Oh, your welcome there sweet cheeks. And yes, I'm the one and only Sands, and whoever you got messed up with, you probably deserved your, ah… outcome"

Allie shifted her body to a more comfortable position against the wall.

"Fuck you. Well, in case your wondering, it was Barillo, I think you may be familiar with him…Well you see they thought I was working with you, and in fact you were intending on screwing them over, and they took it out on me. If I could see right now, and if I wasn't in so much fucking pain, I would seriously kill you"

Sands started walking away, while laughing… of course…

"Well you see their sugar butt… Wait, you can't… Never mind."

Allie could here is voice getting quieter, so she suspected he was walking away.

"FUCKING BASTARD"

She screamed it, as loud as she possibly could.

Sands turned around, and looked at her. Her face was twisted with pain, hurt… and a shit load of other things Sands didn't have time to think about. He smiled at her.

"Allie, watch your language. You never know who's around, you know. You probably just ruined some kids life"

She really wanted to kill him, so she pointed her gun from where she heard his voice

"I hate you… I don't know you, but I hate you."

She Fired.

Ok, a cliffy, lol. So yes, if I get nice reviews, I will post the second chapter faster. And anyone who read my Jack fic, I am in the process of writing the 3rd chapter, so don't leave it! I will update it soon!

R&R!! thanks!