So... this fic starts somewhere in the middle of the movie OUATIM. Forget everything that happened after. It means... SANDS STILL HAS HIS EYES! YAY!

Disclaimer: Robert Rodriguez is the lucky guy. I own nothing.

-New Beginning-

"Chaos, panic, disaster, I think my work is done here."

My back was to the house I once lived in. The house that had never been my home. The house that now is half burned to ashes. The other half is in debris. I could smell burned wood, burned flesh, and in silence I thought of the burned dreams, burned innocence and burned soul that had been part of the house too.

I did not look back. I started walking, as I was sure that he didn't leave fingerprints, or other evidence. I walked about a hundred meters. There I stopped, and looked to the right. I could see the statue of Virgin Mary. I used to come there every day, praying to God and the Virgin to let it stop. Praying for my parents to see the light. They never did.
"So, Virgin Mary... I guess you lost your innocence." I said while I aimed my gun and shot, exactly at the place where her heart should be.

I walked, and walked. Through the woods, leaving the chaos that was my life behind me. I was going to start a new life. Now. While I thought that I cleaned my gun with my t-shirt. When I was sure there were no fingerprints, I threw the gun in a river, 6 miles from the disaster.

"I should stop calling it a disaster. It wasn't. I did the right thing." I said to myself, while I continued walking. Every step further away made me more confident.

Finally I saw lights, a city. It wasn't very big, but I would find a place to sleep. It took quite a while to get in the city, but when I entered, I immediately saw a motel. It didn't look very expensive. I searched in the pockets, which were hidden in my skirt. I found some money and I walked to the reception.

"One person, one night." I simply said. The man looked at me, but didn't say anything. I knew I didn't look very neat anymore. I placed the few coins on the desk before he could name the price. He stared at the coins for a minute, and then took them.

"Room 203." He said while he handed me the key.

Room 203 was probably the cheapest room in the motel. There was a bed, which looked like four kids had been jumping on it during two weeks. The blanket had probably been red once, but now was only a vague shade of grey. There was one small window, a closet that was in the same state as the bed, and a door to a miserable looking toilet and shower, and a mirror. I didn't really understand why there was a mirror. Did the man give me this room on purpose?

I took a few steps towards the mirror. Then I stood in front of it, not daring to look yet. I glanced at my reflection, and almost got a heart attack of what I saw.

My once white skirt was now covered with a mixture of blood, ashes, water and little pieces of dirt. I immediately put my skirt off. Then I saw my shirt, which was already red, so you could barely see the blood. But the shirt had turned black of all the dirt and ashes. I put my shirt off as well. I looked in the mirror again and saw my hair was even worse than my clothes.

I needed a shower. I turned it on and brown water started to fall down. I stepped back and looked at it. I really needed a shower, but not when the water would only make me look worse. Luckily the water started to become clearer. After a few minutes it looked quite trustable.

I washed the blood out of my hair. While the water was falling down on me I thought about the little books I had read. In one of the books a girl did something that was forbidden. She then took a shower and tried to wash away the bad feeling. She scrubbed her body until it started to bleed. But I wasn't like this girl at all. I didn't feel any guilt for what I had done. I did not scrub until bleeding. I just washed my hair and then washed my clothes. I hung the clothes on top of the closet to dry and then went to bed. It had been a very tiring day, and I needed a lot of energy for the journey that tomorrow would bring.

The next morning I got up, put on my clothes again and left the room. I had nothing to take with me, just some money. And I was going to use that money now. I left the motel and walked into the city. I found a cheap looking shop and entered it. I bought a little bag, a hairbrush and some food.

As I left the shop there was complete chaos in the city. Soldiers were everywhere. People were shooting and getting shot, children and mothers were running and screaming. I quickly walked away from the chaos. I saw an army jeep with no driver and took my chance.

As I drove away I heard shooting and a man screaming behind me.

"THAT'S MY CAR YOU FUCKMOOK! COME BACK HERE AT ONCE! I WAS GOING TO STEAL THAT CAR!" I looked back once and saw the man had long black hair and wore big sunglasses. Then I concentrated on the road again and drove away.

"DON'T WORRY! I"LL FIND YA!" the man screamed. Then I heard nothing but the motor of my new jeep.

I was driving for hours when I finally decided to take a break. I stopped the car alongside the road, in the loose sand. I grabbed my bag and took some bread out of it. I started to eat and felt a little better. Then I heard something. It sounded like... a motorcycle. Coming this way. I looked and saw a motorcycle, and the man with sunglasses on it.

"Shit." I started the car immediately and drove away, but the motorcycle was already coming close. For quite a long time I managed to stay away from the motorcycle, but then... I ran out of gasoline.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I said while the motorcycle stopped next to my jeep.

"So, you little brat. How did ya manage to steal the car? That's something even my own-" then he fell silent. He looked at me, and said nothing for a while.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He said, but he was still staring at me.

"You know that staring is rude."

"I don't stare."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you DO."

"No I don- aw go to hell you fuckmook!"

"Gees do you always talk to girls like that? Then I can be pretty sure that you don't have a girlfriend, now can't I?"

"Fuck off." He said, now starting to get pissed.

"So I'm right?" I liked to piss him off.

"FUCK off."

"Well, if you look at this situation, you see that you're the one who can fuck off, I'm stuck here in the middle of this... desert."

"You are stuck here in the middle of this de- wait a minute. Did you say stuck?"

"No... of course not."

"Yes you said!"

"Of course, you stupid asshole. What does it look like? Why would I have stopped if I didn't run out of gasoline?"

"I guess you have a point there."

"Of course I have."

"So... little bold here, aren't you?"

"Learned from the best teacher... which I never knew."

After that he fell silent again.

"So... I have a deal. I'll get you out of this... desert, if you tell me everything that happened in your life."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why would I tell you everything that ha- Why the hell would you even want to know my life story?" I really didn't see a point in this deal.

"I have my reasons."

"Yeah I bet you have, why don't you tell me?"

"Not your business."

I didn't have a choice. I could not get out of this desert by myself without drying completely and die a very slow, painful death.

"Ok... I guess." And with those words I got out of my car, grabbed my stuff and walked towards the motorcycle.

So... what did ya think of it? Please, please, pretty please with sugared strawberries on top, review? #puppy-eyes#

Next chap will be posted soon, I think.

Love, Autumn.