Disclaimer: OUATIM, Sands, and everything aren't mine.
This is the angst version, of my OUATIM fanfic and subsequently, is only one chapter long. If you would rather read my longer version, Ch.1 is the same as this story except the end.
(AN: These: [blah blah] mean the character's talking in Spanish, savvy?)
Ramirez's footsteps faded as he left the shot-up Agent Sands to his fate. Naturally, Sands hadn't expected anything from the retired FBI agent. And at that moment, he was glad to be rid of him. With the loss of his eyes, and his exacted vengeance, his life was over; and he'd rather not prolong it.
[Are you all right Mister?] The kid in the yellow shirt.
"No." Sands answered.
[You will be.] The kid said hopefully. Sands didn't bother with a response. Maybe if he just ignored the kid, he'd go away.that was unlikely.
"Fuck off." Sands said half-heartedly.
[You can come home with me. My Mama can make you better.] The kid said excitedly, ignoring Sands' request.
If Sands hadn't had his eyes torn out by a sadistic cartel doctor, and been shot, he would have made a comment about just how the kid's mom could make him feel better. The kid looked around, no one was coming, and the American was dying slowly in front of him.
[Please Mister. Follow me.] Before Sands could make a sarcastic comment, the kid grabbed his hand and tugged anxiously. [Mama can make you better.] The kid said desperately.
Sands sighed, and gingerly pushed off the wall. Pain shot up his leg, and he fell back.
"Hey kid, I think we're gonna need a taxi." The kid remembered the wad of cash Sands had given him and ran off.
The kid was gone, it was better this way. Sands smiled, for the last time. Finally he would restore the balance.
THE END
I'm so sorry Sands. But I just got this idea.and.I suck. I'm gonna go cry now! ( j/k
REVIEW PLEASE!! For Sands!
This is the angst version, of my OUATIM fanfic and subsequently, is only one chapter long. If you would rather read my longer version, Ch.1 is the same as this story except the end.
(AN: These: [blah blah] mean the character's talking in Spanish, savvy?)
Ramirez's footsteps faded as he left the shot-up Agent Sands to his fate. Naturally, Sands hadn't expected anything from the retired FBI agent. And at that moment, he was glad to be rid of him. With the loss of his eyes, and his exacted vengeance, his life was over; and he'd rather not prolong it.
[Are you all right Mister?] The kid in the yellow shirt.
"No." Sands answered.
[You will be.] The kid said hopefully. Sands didn't bother with a response. Maybe if he just ignored the kid, he'd go away.that was unlikely.
"Fuck off." Sands said half-heartedly.
[You can come home with me. My Mama can make you better.] The kid said excitedly, ignoring Sands' request.
If Sands hadn't had his eyes torn out by a sadistic cartel doctor, and been shot, he would have made a comment about just how the kid's mom could make him feel better. The kid looked around, no one was coming, and the American was dying slowly in front of him.
[Please Mister. Follow me.] Before Sands could make a sarcastic comment, the kid grabbed his hand and tugged anxiously. [Mama can make you better.] The kid said desperately.
Sands sighed, and gingerly pushed off the wall. Pain shot up his leg, and he fell back.
"Hey kid, I think we're gonna need a taxi." The kid remembered the wad of cash Sands had given him and ran off.
The kid was gone, it was better this way. Sands smiled, for the last time. Finally he would restore the balance.
THE END
I'm so sorry Sands. But I just got this idea.and.I suck. I'm gonna go cry now! ( j/k
REVIEW PLEASE!! For Sands!