We beg on our knees for forgiveniss, its been so long. But finaly we're totally Sands opsessed again! YAY to the blind guy!!!

Chapter 4) Behind blue eyes.

His head felt empty, hollow. And it was, he was missing something. His sight, a great part of him, was gone. It was not just the shock of the hurt and horrifying pain. It was to be hit by reality again. He was nothing now. He lost control, because he lost his gift to look people in the eyes and know exactly what they thought and what needed to be said. Everything… became useless. It was as if he was caged in a nightmare of darkness, never to wake up.

He forgot the feeling of warmth and eventually even the feeling of cold. He lived in a trance, the only thing from keeping day and night separate were the images that hunted him when he was asleep. The images that would fade away the moment he awoke, replaced by the everlasting darkness.

The only thing that seemed real was El. The Mariachi he despised so became the only real thing around him. The reality seemed to be melted into his enemy. And it hurt him. Not that the Mariachi was cruel or hurtful towards him, not it was much worse. El treated him like a wounded puppy. Making sure he ate enough, tended his wounds, making sure he wouldn't do anything stupid. And he wanted to do something stupid, something incredible stupid. Because what did he have left?His head felt empty, hollow. And it was, he was missing something. His sight, a part of him seemed to been going. It was not just the shock of the hurt and horrifying pain. It was to hit reality again. He was nothing. He lost control. Because he lost his gift to look people in the eyes and to know exactly what they thought. Everything… became useless. It was as if he was caged in a nightmare of darkness and never woke up.

He forgot the feeling of warmth and eventually even forgot the feeling of cold. He lived in a trance, the only thing from keeping day and night separate where the images that hunted him when he was asleep. The images that would fade away the moment he awoke, replaced by a everlasting darkness.

But off course he didn't say anything to the Mariachi. He tried to ignore the man as much as possible. He didn't want this man to see how hurt and broken he actually was. All he wanted was… to disappear. Run away from the invisible things that were chasing him.

The only think that seemed real was El. The Mariachi he despite so become the only real thing. The reality seemed to be melted into his enemy. And it hurt him. Not that the Mariachi was cruel or hurtful on him, no it was much more worse. He treated him like a wounded puppy. Making sure he ate enough, tended his wounds, making sure he would do anything stupid. And he wanted to do something stupid,

something incredible stupid. Because what did he left?

But off course he didn't say anything to the Mariachi. He tried to ignore the man as much as possible. He didn't want this man to see how hurt and broken he was. All he wanted was… to disappear. Run from the invisible thing that where chasing hem.

The question that had haunted him most of all was, why would anybody – especially someone like El – be willing to take care of him? He didn't do anything God would approve with, only things He would despair. He didn't deserve live. Not even this one.

"Are you awake?"

Yes, that was a question he was asking himself too. He raised his head a bit, showing he was awake. He didn't want to talk, afraid what his voice would sound like. Afraid what he would say. And breaking down in front of your enemy was just not an option. Not yet.

"Good, you need to eat something." El said.

He shook his head, in silent protest. He didn't want food. He didn't want El to feed him like a child. All he wanted was to sleep, never to wake up again.

"You need to eat something. You need to get your strength back up." El continued. "Else it might take very long to recover completely."

"Why would you care, I'm your enemy, fucker." He said softly. "Betrayed you, left you to die. A real man would have shot me."

"I can't see any honour in killing a wounded man."

"Blind and useless you mean." Sands sneered. El said nothing, which to Sands, what answer enough.

He didn't want to move, but still he sat up straight, just to make sure he still could. He didn't want to let El see how helpless he actually was. He felt everything around him spin, but didn't care to take notice of it. He wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.

"Here, you have to drink something." He was given a glass and noticed again how hard it was for him to keep some control over the situation. He was given a glass, but had no idea what was inside this glass. For all he knew it could be poison. That didn't sound to bad and he put the glass to his lips and drank. It was water, just plain water. The fluid ran down his throat and he noticed how thirsty he had been. El stopped him from drinking all the water.

"You shouldn't drink it all in one go, you're not used to it. You could get sick."

"I am sick already El, I don't fucking care. Getting sicker than this is hardly possible, fuckwit." He swallowed the last bit of water and handed out the glass. It cost him some power, but he at least wanted to be able to act like he was strong. El took the glass without saying anything and walked away.

'To what? Get a gun and finally get it over with?' He thought, almost hoping the Mariachi would feel pity for him. Slowly he sat back against the wall, facing the door as if he was watching. Then he realised his gun was gone. He was unarmed and completely vulnerable. On the other side, El probably wasn't going to hurt him. If he wanted to he would have done that already.

Finally, after several days of fear and doubt Sands allowed himself to relax. His muscles eased and he took a long deep breath. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with trembling hands.

'Strange,' he thought, feeling the sudden tension in his body. Suddenly he started to feel sick, nauseous. A headache started to come up. He wanted to make the feeling go away, but didn't dare to touch his face.

The headache didn't got less, it started to increase. Pain shot through his head like lightning, making him shock and jolt backwards. He wanted to scream, yell out of fear, what was happening? But he couldn't get a word out of his throat. Suddenly the pain got so bad, he was sure his skull would split open. He gasped for breath and fell off the bed, landing forwards on his knees.

"God! What the hell in happening to me?!" He howled weak, filled with horror. This pain felt even worse then the drill! There was no way of stopping it. It was all inside his head, this pain… this burning killing pain…

With both hands he grabbed his head, not caring what he would feel like. "God, make it stop! No, not again!" He snapped his head from side to side and gave in to the pain, burning his brain. Powerless he fell down to the ground, heavily breathing. Trying to figure out what to do.

All of a sudden all the pain stopped. He slowly dared to move again. The temperature in the room had dropped obviously, that he felt immediately. He pulled himself up again and tried to hear anything. He heard nothing though, but he knew something was happening around him. Just like he had known there was something in the glass El had given him, but couldn't see what. It turned out to be water… but could have been poison.

On that moment, his heart skipped a beat as he looked to see his surroundings turn an unusual shade of blue. He didn't see the room, but most definitely saw something. He heard a voice, but again, he didn't hear it. It was as if the voice was in his head. He couldn't figure out whether this voice was real or wasn't. Whispered words, which he couldn't place. It must be some sort of Latin. He turned his head a little, still scared the pain would come back. Almost immediately after that, he jumped back, hitting the bed. A few feet from him stood a dark shadow, almost as dark as the rest of his environment, but clear enough to see.

It was just like the time in the ally, a few moment before El became being the hero. Back then he was wounded and didn't want to believe in the thing hiding in the shadows, watching every breath he took. And the same thing he had seen a few nights ago, back then he had tried to kill it. Back than, he had had a gun… He stared at the thing in front of him and the worse part was, it stared right back. It could see him, better than he could see this thing.

Shivers ran down his spine as the thing made a small movement. Fast he grabbed the edges of the bed and pushed himself up, still looking at the dark figure. Why was he seeing this? It just couldn't be real, could it? He was blind and blind people couldn't see. Not even weird dark figures. He turned away and looked right into to bright blue eyes. He saw it al so clear in front of him, that he couldn't even imagine it being fake.

He stepped backwards and felt like he was being surrounded by these strange figures. Another and another appeared, non of them spoke a word. Non of them made any sound whatsoever. He was standing back against the wall, trying to understand what the hell was happening. What did these figures want from him? He surely couldn't talk his way out of this. Or could he?

Suddenly the largest thing opened his mouth. And as if the sounds had to travel, the scream came. The horrible sound of the thing screeched into his soul. The last of the warmth left disappeared. It got even colder. He let his body slide down the wall and just stared at the things that became more and more real every moment.

The first shadow stepped towards him, the damp cold was all around him. Sands gave a scream and tried to flee, but was to late. The thing grabbed his right wrist. Ten thousand frozen needles stung in his arm, his very blood ran cold. Spreading up his upper arm, into his head and soon into his whole body.

He tried to breath, but failed. His body felt numb from cold. It was frozen and his throat was closed. Half choking he stared into the light blue eyes. No emotions were visible. Like there wouldn't have been in his own eyes… The thing released his wrist and the screaming stopped. The blue eyes started to fade and soon there was nothing more than the darkest black to keep him company.

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