By Myself
Chapter Five
Nightmares
Grass. Wet grass. That was what Sands was laying on. He was staring up at the sky, which swirled with puffy clouds and smeared with the bright sun. A soft wind blew and made his hair tickle his face.
This... was strange. Sands had remembered being in Mexico. Wet grass and puffy clouded skies were the last things you would see there. So, he sat up and noticed the world wasn't how it should be. He got to his feet and looked around the scene.
He was in a Field. A Field that was familiar to him from his early childhood. He would often come here with...
"Sheldon!" A boy's voice said. Sands turned and found that he was looking at his brother. His twin brother, Morton. "Sheldon. You almost left me behind!"
"I...I'm sorry.." He said, not knowing what else to say. He was looking at his twin brother. The one, who couldn't possible be here and was no older then six! That meant.. Sands looked down and saw that he was also a six year old. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He patted his head and felt the baseball cap he always used to wear there. He remembered that he won it at a carnival.
"Come on! Let's go!" Morton said, running off into the nearby woods.
"Mort! Wait!" Sheldon cried out, chasing after his twin. He remembered it all too clearly now. This wasn't a safe place. This was an evil place. The puffy clouds and wet glass were long gone and all that was left was dead trees with insects crawling all over them. "MORT!"
Sheldon, or Sands as we know him, ran faster into the woods, ignoring the branches. He had amazingly grown into a fifteen year old. But that didn't matter. What mattered was finding his brother. That's all that mattered.
Sands ran towards the opening in the woods and came upon the scene that he never expected but saw in every nightmare from the age fifteen and up. His brother's dead body lay next to his mother's. Sands felt his knees give way. This was his nightmare. Seeing what his father had done to his lovely mother and twin brother. Both, he had loved dearly and both slaughtered with an old butcher knife.
"So, you came to join the party just in time, Sheldon." Came the sinister voice of his father from behind. "You'll be with them soon enough."
Sands felt his body being pulled and stretched on a desert ground, burning from the heat of the baked stone. He would have let out a scream of surprise from the sudden shock, but voice was gone. He was yelling, that he was sure of, but not sound was coming out. He was no longer in the woods with his dead mother and Brother's bodies, but was in the Mexico desert. And strangely enough, he was unable to move from the spot he lay in. His wrists and ankles felt like stones. They were unmovable.
The heat of the sun beamed down on him as he lay there, panting from the experience he had just had. His worst memory... was more fearful then having his eyes drilled out. But, maybe it was second to worst. Having his eyes gone made him live in darkness. And darkness brought friends.
Suddenly, two dark figures loomed over him. One, was his father. The other, was Ajedrez. She held a pistol in one hand and a drill in the other. His father, held a crowbar along with two wires.
"What should we do first?" Ajedrez questioned in an echoing voice. Like a voice you hear at the end of a tunnel.
"Don't you lay a hand on me!" Sands tried to shout, but nothing came out of his mouth.
"I say, we shoot off his fingers, one by one, then drill out his eyes. Lastly, we can slowly choke him with these wires after beating him senseless." His father said with a sinister smile on his lips. "The little bastard refusing to die sometimes. So, let's make this nice and slow."
"It's a plan." Ajedrez smirked as she moved in.
Sands struggled to move himself, but he could not move an inch! He couldn't control it! He couldn't stop what was about to happen! He couldn't do anything! He was useless. Completely useless!
"Finally... you get it boy." His father sneered as if he read his thoughts. "You're useless."
"I'm... useless.." Sands mumbled back, his voice sounding like a child's before seeing his father and Ajedrez descend on him.
(End of Dream)
Sands woke up with a gasp as he sat straight up and tired to open his eyes. Panic swept over him when he could not see anything and he did not know where he was. He first instinct was to grab whatever was on eyes, off. He reached up a hand to rip away the clothe that sealed his vision, when he felt a sharp pain travel though his head from the sudden contact. Sands gasped in pain and nearly crumpled on the... bed was it?.. and passed out from it.
"Sands?" Came the voice of El from his left. He sounded close. Very close.
Sands didn't care whether he was in control or not. He needed to vent and by all means, why not on El? Sands took a swing at El and connected within a hair of his jaw line. He felt the shift in weight on the bed as El had moved just in time to get out of the way of Sands' sudden attack.
El knew a fight when he saw one and Sands was up for a fight, even if his body wasn't. El grabbed Sand's wrist and barely dodged the left jab that Sands threw at him. He struggled to over-come Sands, though it was not that hard. Sands had been passed out for three days and was still weak from hunger, thirst and the morphine that had to pump into his veins to keep Sands from screaming in his sleep.
El finally pinned Sands down on the bed and let a few minutes pass before he said or moved. Sands needed some time to catch his breath and El was glad to give it to him. Even while Sands was drugged up, in terrible pain and probably insane from the horrid visions of his nightmares, he was still as dangerous as ever. El would have to remember that.
"Now... would you mind telling me WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" El questioned, yelling the last bit close to Sands' ear.
Sands couldn't help but wince at the voice that now made his ear pound in pain.
"Just getting some frustrations out." Sands replied, not really wanting El to know why he was so eager for a fight right now. In his dream, he was helpless and unable to fight. While he was awake, he could swing punches and at least feel a little better knowing he could hit the legendary El Mariachi.
"Did I piss you off somehow?" El asked, still pinning Sands down.
"Not really." Sands gave a twisted little smile. "In fact, I rather enjoy your company."
El gave a sigh, knowing he would not get any straight answers from Sands. He didn't even ask if Sands would continue the fight, when he released his hold on Sands and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well, will you mind at least telling me why you screamed 'I'm useless?'"
'Shit! Did I say that out loud?' Sands thought to himself. He must have. This was great. Now, El had a key bit of information that he could use, if he was smart enough to use it. Sands knew it was deadly to let someone in. He did it once and wasn't in a hurry to do it once more.
Sands shrugged as if he had no idea what El was talking about.
"I just saved your life... I think you can trust me with a small bit of information like that." El said, running a hand through his long hair. "I think it's the least that you owe me."
Well... El did have a point. Not that Sands would ever admit it. "It's... nothing." Sands said, turning his head away from El.
"If it were nothing, you would not scream like that." El said. He titled his head a bit. "I know that you do not scream for nothing."
Sands smirked at the hidden meaning behind it. Even if El didn't know it was there. But the humor was suddenly lost when the boy entered the room.
"Señor!" The boy shouted, racing across the room and almost throwing himself in Sands' surprised arms. "Qué pasa, señor?" (You ok, sir?)
"Si." Sands answered, patting the boy's back twice to ease how awkward he felt at that moment. Never being hugged for about ten years, has that effect on one's self.
"Go get Jorge." El told the boy. He nodded and ran off out of the room, but not before looking back at Sands, one more time with a smile on his face. "You know, that kid really looks up to you."
"That's only because he has a bad judge of character." Sands said with a snort.
"That may be.." El said, trailing off.
Sands turned his head to wards him and titled his head this time. "And what the fuck are you trying to get at?"
El shrugged. "Merely that he might have a bad judge of character... or... a rather fine sense of unrefined goodness."
"Are you TRYING to make me shoot you?" Sands questioned, but didn't expect an answer.
"That's only if you had your gun still.. then I would be worried." El said in a slightly uplifting voice. "Besides, I doubt you'd shoot me right now. You still need me."
Sands gritted his teeth. So what if he needed someone right now? He would also need some mice to play with. And that was the end of that.
"I see you've come back to your senses." Jorge commented. He leaned against the door frame of the room, not sure whether he should intrude on the duo or not. The little dog he promised to care for, was finding it's way around Jorge's feet.
"I swear if you try to shove more of that horrible stuff down my thro-" But sands was cut off.
"Like Hell I would try it again." Jorge said, crossing his arms. "You're a pain in the ass to deal with, even while asleep. You kept trying to hit me every time I tried to wake you up."
Sands gave a little smile. "Well, seems like I wasn't all that out of it."
"And it seems, it's about time for me to be on my way." El said, slowly standing. He leaned over to the side of the bed and grabbed a crutch.
Sands heard the crutch on the floor along with the unsteady walking of El. "What the hell happened to you?" He questioned before he could stop himself.
"It's a long story." El said, trying not to stay in the room with the Agent any longer then he had to.
"As most stories are." Sands said, adding a smirk. "I have the time. It's not like I'm going to be moving anytime soon."
El gave a sigh, knowing Sands was going to get the story out of him somehow or another. El looked over to Jorge for help, but Jorge held up his hands as if to defend himself.
"I'll go make some coffee. You both could use it." He said, leaving the two and directing the boy and the dog out of the room for the two men to talk in peace.
Author's Note-
Well, I must say that fanfiction has been messing with me. I KNOW I corrected a lot of things in the last two chapters and it was fine when I read it in the preview mode. Then, it shows up on the site and is all messed up. sighs. Well, nothing I can really do but try to go back and fix it later. I have almost no time right now due to the amount of homework I have.
Kerttu- pure vintage Sands? YES! Thank you! I love to hear that comment! WOOT! I love meself some sexy agent. winks I tried to keep him in character. If I start to slide, it's only because he's evolving into a better person... sorta.. at least.. that's my excuse.
Starr Dust - Yeah... I know. has been messing with me lately. It seems like it hates my story or something because my other ones are fine, but this one seems to always have a problem with it...
JohnnyDEPPmaniac- hehe... well... that's a good thing, right?
Mina aka: Mockingbird- Valentine's day? Why, thank you!
