Disclaimers: I do not own El, Sands, or Chiclet, and I never will.
A/N: This is my third story for this movie. But this story actually has a plot than the other two. So, I hope you all enjoy this! Unfortunately this is not slash.
Shaping Lines
"You walk on the line. The straight line. Control is a line. But to survive, you got to step out of the line. Be the master of the line. Fuck the line."
El remembered when Sands said that to him. He never was sure if that was advice or a mock towards him, but Sands got what he had wanted.
El never forgot it.
He was now traveling up and down Mexico; handing out justice and hope while evading authorities and some remnants of the Cartel.
Chiclet was with him.
They have grown particularly close.
They were a family.
Sands made them a family.
The boy would always miss Sands.
El wasn't sure if he missed Sands.
But he could never forget him.
End-note: Such a short chapter, but I assure you that the next chapter will be longer. Reviews keep me going and are appreciated!