(AN) I'm not sure if El or anyone else is going to show up in this fic, so
R&R.
The doctor who had removed the bullets came back after dinner, said the usual rest spiel, and left. He said he'd be back in a few more hours to check on him. Sands wasn't planning on being around when that doctor came back with some cartel.
[No. No. The doctor said you shouldn't.] The kid objected.
"Fuck off all ready, kid." Sands successfully got to his feet, but the pain in his leg was almost unbearable. "Where'd you put my guns?" Sands demanded, keeping his weight off his injured leg.
[Mama took them.] The kid answered. [Mama doesn't want guns in her house.]
"Stupid bitch." Sands muttered. He limped forward, his hands searching for something to guide him. The kid grabbed his hand and led him into what he assumed was the kitchen.
[Julio! What are you doing? I told you to leave him with the doctor. Papa is going to punish us both if he sees him!" Sands felt pride at knowing he had been right: he couldn't trust anyone.
[Mama! The doctor said he would be back.]
[Look Mama, give me my guns and I'll be gone.] Sands interrupted in perfect Spanish.
He heard a gasp, and couldn't help but smile. [Sir, I uh.I will get them!] A cupboard opened, and shut with a slam. [Here.] She held out his gun-belts.
"Where?" He asked bitterly. The kid quickly took them from his Mother's hands and put them in Sands'. "See you around, Bitch." "Fuck off kid." Sands said as he walked out of the kitchen, using the wall to guide him.
"See you around!" The kid's mom called in heavily accented English. Sands smiled and kept walking.
The door opened with a slam, and Sands drew his gun, waiting for further noise to correct his aim.
[What the hell are you doing in my house!?] The intruder roared. Sands quickly corrected his aim, and debated pulling the trigger. [Put down the gun gringo!] Sands hesitated. [Wait, I know you! You're the CIA agent everyone's looking for!]
[Papa! He's my friend!] The kid called as he came running. Sands' mind raced with possibilities, but he couldn't see. Couldn't see how "Papa" was reacting to his son and if that could be used to his advantage.
[Shut up Julio! Your "friend" killed Barillo's daughter, and three of his men! Do you know what would happen if I didn't do my job?] "Papa" sounded furious, but he loved his son.
[Papa!] Sands turned toward the kid's voice, pulled out his other gun, and pointed at the kid.
"Hey Papa, why don't you move out of the doorway before the kid here gets shot." In response, a bullet whizzed past Sands' head. Reflexively he turned toward the noise. "Fuck, that almost hit me, bastard." Sands shot in both directions at once, hoping he didn't kill the kid outright.
[Not bad, for a blind man.] "Papa" laughed. Sands quickly turned the other gun in the direction of the laugh and fired. "Papa's" laughter ended in a beautiful death rattle.
[Don't hurt my baby!] "Mama" cried. Sands shrugged and walked forward, tripping over "Papa's" body. [Jose!] Sands heard the woman weeping over her dead husband's body, and felt a surge of pride. The man was dead, and Sands now had his fifth post-eyes kill.
(AN2) I have no idea where this is going. I'm sure I'll figure it out. Anyway, review, it makes me oh so happy.
The doctor who had removed the bullets came back after dinner, said the usual rest spiel, and left. He said he'd be back in a few more hours to check on him. Sands wasn't planning on being around when that doctor came back with some cartel.
[No. No. The doctor said you shouldn't.] The kid objected.
"Fuck off all ready, kid." Sands successfully got to his feet, but the pain in his leg was almost unbearable. "Where'd you put my guns?" Sands demanded, keeping his weight off his injured leg.
[Mama took them.] The kid answered. [Mama doesn't want guns in her house.]
"Stupid bitch." Sands muttered. He limped forward, his hands searching for something to guide him. The kid grabbed his hand and led him into what he assumed was the kitchen.
[Julio! What are you doing? I told you to leave him with the doctor. Papa is going to punish us both if he sees him!" Sands felt pride at knowing he had been right: he couldn't trust anyone.
[Mama! The doctor said he would be back.]
[Look Mama, give me my guns and I'll be gone.] Sands interrupted in perfect Spanish.
He heard a gasp, and couldn't help but smile. [Sir, I uh.I will get them!] A cupboard opened, and shut with a slam. [Here.] She held out his gun-belts.
"Where?" He asked bitterly. The kid quickly took them from his Mother's hands and put them in Sands'. "See you around, Bitch." "Fuck off kid." Sands said as he walked out of the kitchen, using the wall to guide him.
"See you around!" The kid's mom called in heavily accented English. Sands smiled and kept walking.
The door opened with a slam, and Sands drew his gun, waiting for further noise to correct his aim.
[What the hell are you doing in my house!?] The intruder roared. Sands quickly corrected his aim, and debated pulling the trigger. [Put down the gun gringo!] Sands hesitated. [Wait, I know you! You're the CIA agent everyone's looking for!]
[Papa! He's my friend!] The kid called as he came running. Sands' mind raced with possibilities, but he couldn't see. Couldn't see how "Papa" was reacting to his son and if that could be used to his advantage.
[Shut up Julio! Your "friend" killed Barillo's daughter, and three of his men! Do you know what would happen if I didn't do my job?] "Papa" sounded furious, but he loved his son.
[Papa!] Sands turned toward the kid's voice, pulled out his other gun, and pointed at the kid.
"Hey Papa, why don't you move out of the doorway before the kid here gets shot." In response, a bullet whizzed past Sands' head. Reflexively he turned toward the noise. "Fuck, that almost hit me, bastard." Sands shot in both directions at once, hoping he didn't kill the kid outright.
[Not bad, for a blind man.] "Papa" laughed. Sands quickly turned the other gun in the direction of the laugh and fired. "Papa's" laughter ended in a beautiful death rattle.
[Don't hurt my baby!] "Mama" cried. Sands shrugged and walked forward, tripping over "Papa's" body. [Jose!] Sands heard the woman weeping over her dead husband's body, and felt a surge of pride. The man was dead, and Sands now had his fifth post-eyes kill.
(AN2) I have no idea where this is going. I'm sure I'll figure it out. Anyway, review, it makes me oh so happy.