Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had exams, but luckily I passed all of them! Yay! Then I had to get settled into my new classes. I will tell you, I despise Phys-ed… It's useless… I hate it.

Okay, enough of my blabbering… Lets get started.

Ohh, and a warning… There is swearing in this chapter, a lot. And mature content… So yes, don't say I didn't warn you. I'm thinking of putting this as an 'R' rating…

Oh, one more thing:

When the writing is in Italics It's Sands thoughts.

And when it's in Bold Italics its Allies thoughts.

Chapter 2.

She Fired.

Luckily, for Sands, the bullet missed him. By far. So being the ass that he his, started laughing at her. Big mistake.

She shot again, this time the bullet just skimming this right bicep. He winced in pain, and put his left hand over the wound. He slowly lifted his hand from the cut, and brought it to his face, looking at the dark red substance, that was slowly dripping to the bottom of his palm, and dripping onto the dirty ground.

He brought his gaze up to the woman sitting against the wall; she had a blank look on her face. Waiting to see if she hit him. He didn't want to give in and let her win. But if he told her she didn't hit him, she would shoot again, and probably make this whole situation worse. So, he thought, instead of getting shot again, he decided to tell her, she hit him.

"You fucking bitch!"

"…Great, your still alive… I was hoping for the best"

"You shot me in the fucking arm!"

Allie groaned… She couldn't take this fucking bastard anymore.

"At least you can still fucking see you imbecile… Stop whining, the bullet probably just barely hit you… bloody wuss"

"How…how do you know that?"

She smirked.

"When you lose one sense… Another becomes stronger."

Okay, great. I 'befriended' a psychotic, murderous blind…woman. Just my fucking luck, the person she wants to murder is ME! Well, I could shoot her… and take her out of her misery. Okay, yes. I will kill her.
He unzipped his pants.

Allie would roll her eyes, if she had any.

"Sooo, all this action has got you a little excited, eh? Well, how about you take some advice, and keep jacking off for your lonely nights in the motel rooms."

Sands put his hand inside his pants, and dug around for a few seconds.

What was this guys' problem? He needs a lot of help, if he's going to do this in the middle of… wherever the hell we are. God, how long has he been looking for that thing?

"Hun, if it's that small, I wouldn't bother"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm not going to fucking Jack-Off in the middle of a fucking street, you moron!"

"Hmm… Okay, I guess I believe you, but I star hearing awkward… uhh noises coming from direction, I wont hesitate to shoot you… Well that might turn you on more… Ughh"

Sands was now getting quite annoyed… So thankfully he found the gun. He pulled it out of his pants and aimed it at Allie; he cocked the gun, and was about to shoot, when her voice interrupted him.

"Sugar, please don't. I'd rather die like this, with my own bullet, than with yours. I don't know why. I guess it gives me some sort of, courage? I guess, that I didn't have to get killed by a fellow agent. But that I died, saving them. But nothing really comes out of killing yourself though, but like I said, I'd rather die from my own bullet."

Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do know? She's gone fucking soft on me. I just can't leave her sitting here, slowly dieing. Fuck, I need to get her to a hospital.

Allie was still in unbelievable pain, but trying desperately to hide it. The drugs Barillo used were slowly wearing off every second more pain would come. She needed to die, quickly. But Sands wouldn't let that happen now; he put down his gun.

"Allie… Please. I'm sorry… But Uhh… please let me take you to the hospital. You wont ever have to see…"

He cleared his throat.

"Sorry… You wont ever hear of me again…Please Allie"

"… Sands… I don't deserve to live anymore, I have to die…"

"No, you don't. I'm the one that is supposed to die… Not that I want to, I'm right where I want to be. But just let the doctors take a look at you, please?"

She reluctantly agreed. Hey, she would probably die in the hospital anyway. Sands came over to help her up, she accepted. He put his arm around her waist, and helped down the street to his Black and Orange car.

Ok, I'm REALLY sorry for not updating sooner! I'm also sorry for Sands being so out of character. I'll make him more in character next chapter. He'll be his old controlling self, lol. I'm also, also sorry for it being really short… Next chapter will be better, hopefully.

Uhh, thanks to my reviewers…

Sarah! Thank you for reading it!

Kennedycon – appreciate the help.

VanillaFluffy – Glad you like it! Keep reading, thanks!

RR everyone!