Once upon a time in Mexico

A new beginning

Chapter one: prologue

Agent Sheldon Jeffery Sands was pissed. He had been fucked over by the one person who he had trusted in such a long time. Ajedrez Barillo, daughter of Armando Barillo. 'Fucking traitorous bitch' he thought in disgust. He was in insane amounts of agony, he had definitely seen better days that's for sure. Now that was a fucking joke if ever there was one, he'd seen better days.

'seen better days my ass, I can't even fucking see, those fuckmooks took my eyes' he silently fumed as the annoying inner voice, his inner insanity cackled in sadistic delight as it taunted the now blind CIA agent.

'Those fucking fuck wits; they left me here to die, fucking bastards' he thought bitterly. Sands could barley manage to remain standing as he leaned up against the wall; said wall was practically dripping with his blood.

He had been shot twice in the leg, once in his upper arm. And on top of that where is eyes had once been was now black bloodied hollow empty sockets. Blood dripped down his face from said empty sockets hidden behind black sunglasses.

Despite the scorching Mexican heat, Sands was shivering he was chilled to the bone as he lost more blood as each second fled. Fuck he was in agony and would have loved to have just passed out there and then more then anything.

The events of that day kept playing over and over in Sands mind much to the inner voices delight. "Sorry, baby, I told you I wasn't interested in your scheme, to small."

Sands gritted his teeth as his inner voice tormented him you fucking idiot, but that's nothing new now is it? Oh honestly Sheldon you really didn't think she actually cared or even loved you did you? Oh you did, how sweet. Honestly who could love a psycho like your self?

Sands told the voice to go and fuck its self. Said voice laughed in reply you can't you fuckmook I'm just a voice, I'm you, I'm your insanity

Sands clenched and unclenched his hands in fury. "Oh, my Christ is that Barillo?" he had asked. Her answer to his question had been short and to the point "That's the new Barillo. The old Barillo died in surgery a few hours ago."

Sands shook his head in self disgust as the last thing he ever saw came back to him a break neck speed, the last thing he had said and been able to see whom he had been talking to. "What kind of Cartel would have you running its operation" he had asked incredulously.

"What fucking kind, what a fucking joke?" Sands mumbled to him self. The young Mexican boy stood looking around worried, fearing his companion had gone insane. Little did he know; that said companion had not been all there for quite sometime in fact.

"I'm his daughter." That one sentence kept playing over and over again, "I'm his daughter" 'fuck' Sands swore silently to him self. Sands felt dizzy, on the verge of puking his guts out. He would bet his world would be spinning like crazy right now, if he could actually see that is of course.

"You've been spying on my operation for some time" Barillo had said to him casually, his face covered in blood stained bandages. Sands had been seeing double of everything, must have been the fucking shit they had pumped into his system he mused to him self.

He commented cockily, never even beginning to imagine what was coming his way. "I feel it only fair to warn you that killing me is crossing the line, and will have every single Marine from here to Guantanamo Bay up your Keister, mister. So just know that."

Sands shook his head and snorted humourlessly as he relived the last thing Barillo had said to him before he had been introduced to a world of agony and said world had gone dark.

"Fortunately for you, nothing you did is worth dying over. You have only seen too much. We are going to make sure that doesn't happen again." And fuck did they make sure he never saw too much again. The last thing he ever saw was that psycho Dr.; bring the drill closer and closer to his face. The pain had been un-imaginable to say the least.

They had expected him to be dead with in five minutes after they'd tossed him onto the street. Luckily for him Chiclet had come along on the scene, the bell on his bike jingling away. Sands had grabbed him and paid the kid to be his eyes.

Sands silently raged as he thought of the last meeting between him self and Ajedrez before he had killed her. He just wished that he had prolonged her death, made the fucking traitorous cunt suffer first before dieing a slow and most painful death.

"You fucking little monkey" she had said. She had demanded "stand up." She had forced him to his feet, where he staggered drunkenly. She had brushed her lips against his none responding lips.

He had wanted to rip her eyes out and then smash her face in. He was repulsed by the feel of her lips brushing against his own, the feel of her hot breath on his lips. She had then taken the gun and then pressed the guns nuzzle under his chin and cocked said gun as she asked cruelly "see anything you like?"

That had been the last thing she would have said to anyone ever again. As the next moment Sands shot her in the stomach and had replied tonelessly "no" as she stared up at him in shock before fallen to the dusty ground lifeless.

Sands grinned nastily as he relived that moment, shooting her dead had felt good, torturing her until she begged to die would have been even sweeter still.

Sand froze when he heard the clicking sound of heeled shoes heading his way. He asked Chiclet "tell me kid, who is heading this way right now?"

He replied in Spanish "A very beautiful women of medium height, dark brown almost black hair. Light golden tanned skin. She is slender dressed all in black, she is wearing black sunglasses. She is armed like you. She has a gun holster around her waist, and a shoulder holster, there is a gun on each side."

Sands stiffened as he asked "does she appear to be a threat? What mood would you say she is in?" Chiclet replied "senora looks angry very angry senor."

That was all Sands needed and wanted to know he quickly armed him self, as he hid the wince of pain in his shoulder from that the fast movement. He aimed the gun in the direction of the sound the clicking heels were coming from.

"Lower your fucking gun Agent Sands you fuckmook, I have no intentions of shooting you your not worth the bullets trust me" an icy feminine voice quipped.