Chapter Eleven: Part A
A/N: Sorry it's been a while... I'm moving slow on this one... The PotC fic's flowing better :(
Sands heard the mariachi's footsteps echo in the empty church. "Took you long enough," he said as he took a long drag of his cigarette.
"This is a holy place."
"Yeah, I know. What? You want me to put it out?" Sands smirked as he stood from the pew. "Come here."
El didn't like the look on the gunman's face. Something was seriously off about all of this. He saw the man before him smirk and pull a gun.
"Not for you," Sands said simply and the shot rang through the almost empty church, completely missing El. "For him."
El turned to see the fallen cartel. He'd been followed. Was he slipping? The man was clutching his leg in pain as he looked up. "Don't hurt me," he pleaded in rapid Spanish. "I was just following orders. I was just..."
"Doesn't matter what you were doing," Sands stated as he shoved a new clip into his gun. "What matters now, is how much you'll tell me."
"I don't know anything. I just follow orders."
Sands smiled a cold and chilling smile. "That's not what MY intelligence tells me." Sands knelt down next to the man, still surprising El how accurate he was in every movement even though he could not see. He grabbed the man's shirt, tugging him forward. "Listen, buddy, my patience is running thin and I want the cartel dead. Now, you can go down with them or you can leave here with only a bullet through your leg, comprende?"
"Sì."
"Now, where are they hiding?"
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El stood watching this interaction between them and stared. The cartel's thug told Sands everything he wanted to know. He must have heard of the blind gunfighter. Sands nodded as the rambling ended and the man looked up at him pleadingly. He couldn't see it as he leveled the gun and pulled the trigger. "He was a good little rat," Sands said quietly.
"You're ready for this to be over."
"Don't assume to know what I'm thinking," the American shot back sharply.
"But you can't deny it."
"I want them dead."
"Then kill them."
"I will, thanks." Sands turned and then paused, hearing the echoes of high heals on the church floor. "Bethany."
"Very good, Sheldon. Not alone, though. I told you everything I knew, but you didn't stay to see if I'd tell the cartel what you wanted. Just because everyone here fears you enough to do your bidding even after you leave doesn't mean I am. You've screwed me over for the last time, Sheldon."
Sands heard the sound of footsteps following her. What, had she brought the whole damn cartel with her? "What is this? A fricken' army?"
"Close. Do you know who I am, señor?"
"Probably the new leader of the cartel," Sands grumbled.
"The man that was killed because of your men was my cousin, señor."
"Lovely. Barillo, I suppose? Well, you'll be happy to know that you'll be following your dear cousin."
"I think not," the man said with a cold smile. "Señor Russell? Won't you come here?"
Bryan stepped forward. "Listen, Sands, I'm really sorry about this, old friend. We've been asked to take out this 'blind gunfighter' as well. I'm sorry, Sheldon, I never thought..."
"It'll be your end, Bryan."
"No, yours," El said from behind has he grabbed Sands' arms and wrenched them behind him.
The American froze. Betrayal. Again. Why hadn't he seen this coming? Why...
You didn't even see this coming, did you?
Shut up. I didn't see it coming because I have no eyes. I CAN'T see it coming.
Didn't even see this coming...
The gunshot echoed through the empty church.
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A/N: Short one, sorry. I'm planning to wrap it up next chapter, I hope. I just liked my cliffhanger :) Just remember, things are not always as they seem.....
LaVieSansAmour: Hah! Yes, he said savvy. I'm going to start putting that into my daily vocab. Savvy... Such a nice word. I nearly died laughing when he said it in the movie. I had to back it up just to double check. Glad your cruise went well! Too bad about dear ol' Jack though. Hmm... So pretty... Anyway, just thought I'd let ya know I've got a new PotC fic I'm working on! Just thought I'd let ya know...
Empath89: Ah, everyone wants to kill Beth. Poor Bryan'll be in the same boat now too... Aww...
ES Young: Well, her family weren't the nicest of people... But oh well, the point was that she'd sell anyone out if she really wanted to. Sands isn't a big fan of his old man in this story, but he wouldn't sell him out. (I'll get around to that in an other story if I ever write it...) Glad you're not crushed by it :)
Sly-chan: Glad you think that way, b/c this chappy was very short. That's why it's part one of two chappies. I just wanted to get one out b/c I felt bad about not doing so. :) Here's what Beth's cooked up for Sands and very directly El as well.
Vanillafluffy: He's back in the game! Yay Sands! Hehe...