By Myself
Chapter Six
The Spanish Musical
El and Sands stayed still for a few long moments. The only thing they could hear were the fading footsteps of Jorge and the boy. As the last of the footsteps disappeared and when all that was left was pure silence, El finally made his move. He turned his head and looked at the rogue agent, who appeared to be looking back, though El was positive that the man could not see him.
He gave a sigh before turning his body around and travelling back to the bed where Sands sat. El gently sat down on the edge and placed his crutches against the bedside table. He put his hands together in a manner that looked like he was praying. He rested his hands in his lap and turned his head towards the Agent.
"Are you still with me?" Sands said in a comical voice.
"Yes." El answered.
Now that he was this close to Sands, he could see the scars that laced this man across this chest and forearms.
Since, Jorge had to get to the wound on his arm and were sure that Sands would kill them for cutting his shirt, they risked taking it off to bandage it. It also helped with cooling his fever that made Sands stay asleep for three days.
Sands was not a muscular man, nor was he without muscle. He was lanky and his limbs were thinner then most. His muscles were about the only things that thickened his arms at all. Not a trace of fat on them. His chest wasn't the muscular, well built chest El imagined the Agent having, but was thin like the rest of him. It seemed that Sands, without his guns, looked very helpless. If El had not known the Agent better then that, the thought of Sands being helpless would catch his mind off guard.
"So... are you going to tell me or make me die of boredom sitting here?" Sands questioned, leaning against the bedframe. He had proped himself up against the bedpost with his pillow. He looked rather comfortable, sitting there.
El nodded his head, forgetting for a moment that Sands could not see him. "Well, I guess I should start when I reached the next town."
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(This is strange, but everything written normally is something is past time and everything in italics is someting from the present time)
He left Jorge's house and hoped into the 'borrowed' car from the escape from the hotel. He slamed the door shut and rested his head against the back of the seat, sighing as he tired to remember where exactly he had gone and where he had to go.
"You forgot?"
"Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"So, as I was saying.. I figured out where to go.."
El started the car and backed up with sped from the driver way and quickly set his eyes towards the simple town from which El was meant to spend the rest of his days in. His two friends would be visiting him soon and they would bring his case.
"Do I really need to hear all that boring crap?"
"It has something to do with what happened."
It had taken almost the whole day to reach the sleepy town and El had pulled into a shop where a few local friends made guitars. He stepped out into the quiet town. It was normally a peaceful town with little to no action at all. No guns, no violence and friendly neighbors. It was a prefect town. But right now, it was too quiet. Way too quiet.
El searched the town with his eyes and didn't spot a single person. No one was out on the streets and there were hardly any guitars hanging from the shops on display. Nothing really. Even the old chruch looked to be empty, which did not happen on a Sunday.
"Something's not right." El said to himself.
"No shit."
"Do you always intrupt people?"
"Well... not always.."
"May I continue or would you like the grace me with more of your wonderful inputs?"
"Continue."
"As I was saying..."
A gun shot rang out in the town and two armed men came out from around the corners of houses, holding semi-automatics, both pointed at El. He put his hands up in surrender as soon as he saw them. Maybe he could find out what was going on.
"What's your name," The first man asked. He had short black hair and sunglasses on. He was also smoking a cigerette and was the only one wearing a suit like a cartle member would wear.
"No abalo inglies." El answered, figuring he could play dumb into getting these guys to explain what they are doing here.
The man gave a sigh, "Te llama, Señor?"
"Me llamo... Jorge." El answered. These men did not need to know who he was just yet. El needed to figure out if there were more of these men or just these two.
"Qué vives aqui?" The man asked.
"Si. Vivo cerca de la iglesia." El answered.
"Real original name there El. And what's with saying you live near a chruch?"
"Is it possible for you to keep quiet for more then a minute?"
"Do you think this guy is telling the truth?" The first guy asked.
They looked El over.
"I think he is. He doesn't seem to be that bright.. but he is..." The Second one said.
"Is WHAT Pablo?" The First one asked.
"Well, he fits the discribtion of that guitar fello we heard about from the other cartel members." Pablo said.
"You're right. He does fit the discribtion but... one thing Pablo." The first one said.
"What?" Pablo asked.
He was then hit in the back of the head. "Do you see a guitar case on him or guns?"
Pablo rubbed the back of his head in pain. "No..."
"Then he ISN'T the guitar fello." The first one said, stubbing out his cigerette in the ground.
"oh.." Pablo responded stupidly, still rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, I guess he can go." The man said. "We still need to stay here until we find that mariachi."
"Mariachi? Me gusta musica." El said with a smile.
"Hey Pablo. I think I found someone as stupid as you." The first man said, laughing.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." Pablo said, rolling his eyes at the comment. "Well, since we're the only two here, do you think anyone would mind if we tortured this guy? I mean, we can't harm the town people in case that El guy shows up."
"No." The first one said with stern conviction. "We need to keep our eyes opened, just in case that guy shows up. He killed over twenty of the cartel members by himself. There's no way I'm letting down my guard because you can't keep your mind off torture and fucking for three seconds."
"Fine." Pablo said with a disgruntled sigh. "So, I should put him in the chruch with the rest?"
"Yes." The first man said, reaching into his jacket for his cigerette pack.
"Vamanos." Pablo said, directing El to the chruch. El followed without any resistance. He needed to make sure everyone was alright first. He couldn't risk getting killed just yet because the town needed him for their survival. He would never put them in danger.
"Always gotta act the hero, huh El?"
"I never consider myself a hero."
"Why not? You go around saving everyone."
"More like killing everyone."
"Which is why I like you. Please continue."
El and Pablo headed towards the chruch and El was pushed inside to where all the people of the town were. They all greeted El once the door was closed.
"Qué pasan?" El asked.
"Si." The old man was the first the answer. "Pues, dos muchachos quieran El Mariachi."
"¿Hay más los hombres aquí?" El asked, wanting to get everything correct before he started anything.
"Creo que no." The old man answered.
"Bueno." El said. "¿Cuándo los vienen adentro?"
"Son las dos." he asnwered with a nod. "Para almuerzo."
El nodded. So, there were only two guys here. Apparently, just looking to shoot down El and win titles in the cartel. They apparently didn't hurt anyone in the town.
A plan formed in El's head. The two armed guys came in at 2 o'clock during lunch time, or giving out some food for the people, and that's when El would make his move.
"So, there were only two guys and you ended up getting hurt?"
"You had two bullet wounds and that was from one guy. Then another guy gave you a shot in your arm."
"You have a point, but I couldn't fucking SEE."
"Do I have to put soap in your mouth?"
"Only if you no longer want your knee caps."
El waited behind the doors, in the shadows. He had told everyone what he was going to do and that as soon as both men were in the doorway, to duck under cover because there was going to be some shooting in the place.
Two o'clock had rolled around as the sounds of the bells on the chruch clock rung to let the town know that the plan was to be set into motion. This was when everyone in the room grew very quiet and everyone started praying for the safety of El. They knew if anyone were to be hurt, it would be him. But, they also prayed that the town's people would be safe from the men.
The two men burst through the door. Pablo on the right and the other man next to him. They held onto their guns, pointing them at the people in the chruch. The other man still had a cigerette in his mouth and shades on his face.
"Count them up. We need to make sure everyone's here first." The man said through his cigerette.
Pablo started counting everyone, while the other man took a long drag from his cigerette, his other hand never leaving the trigger of the gun. El had to wait until his hand moved slightly, that way, the people in the chruch were at less risk then before. And when that time came, El was ready.
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(Back to present time)
"You guys, want the coffee?" Jorge asked from the door, making both El and Sands jump a little from the sudden intrution. They had both been ingrossed in the story that neither had noticed Jorge's footsteps nor the knock on the door.
El nodded towards the man, he now came to know as Jorge, a good, ex-FBI agent who was willing to help out El and Sands.
"Thank you. We could both use something right now." El said, leaning back to pop his back.
Sands was propted up against the backboard with a pillow to soften the hard wood. The sheets were just above his abs and his right hand was clentching it. Apparently, Sands was in more pain then he was letting on.
Jorge crossed the room and handed both of the weary men a cup. After taking a few sips, they both thanked the kind Agent, though Sands waited until El said it first before mumbling his thanks. Jorge knew it was not his right to intrude any more on these two dangerous men. He was already tempting his luck with keeping both the wanted men here, but provoking them in any way would be the worst thing he could ever do.
"Call if you need anything." Jorge said, before leaving the two men once more.
When the door closed, both of the men let out a chuckle.
"I can't believe we jumped when he came into the room." El commented, finding the humor.
"Well, you do have one of those creepy, 'It was a foggy night and near everyone died' type voices to tell a story in." Sands commented, cocking his head to the side. "I am interested in hearing the rest of the story, but right now I can't concentrait. It seems the three days without food is checking up to me."
El shrugged. "Well, guess it is. I could hear your stomach start to growl."
"And you didn't get up to get me some food?" Sands questioned, like it was an insault.
"Well, you would have yelled at me if I had stopped, now wouldn't you?" El questioned, already knowing the answer.
Sands gave his signature grin. "Of course."
With that, El got up, along with his crutch, do get the Agent some food.
Author Notes-
I feel REALLY bad for those who don't know spanish right now. I do hope it wasn't TOO much trouble. I did, if you guys notice, let Sands basically interject in the story, telling you almost exactly what they were saying in Spanish. I hope that helped some. If you guys dig around a bit and pay attention, the Spanish shouldn't effect you guys at all. I do hope you don't hate me for it!
Mina aka: Mockingbird- Well, it was made to be addictive! lol! If it wasn't, how would I get such great reviewers?
Starr Dust - Fanfiction is starting to tick me off. It keeps messing with my story! I hate it when it does that because it effects you guys the most because you have to try to read through all that junk. Slash? LOL! I know. I'm a slashy lover too. I want to just let those two men kiss and make out so bad I can feel myself moving them closer, but I have to be strong and not do that. I have many plans for these boys yet and making them get to the slash THIS early would be pointless. So, like a good little reviewer, you're going to have to wait. Though, I am sorry I can't write slash yet. I WILL though! I promise! I'll make it a whole chapter even, just for you when I finally get those two together. Savvy?
Kerttu- The Mort.. I take it.. has caught your interest and for the very reason you might be thinking. I loved the character Mort from Secret Window, so hence the name Mort of Sands' twin brother. But, the whole thing about his brother has a HUGE background to it, because I WAS going to write a fanfic about it, but decided to instead, us that as a background for Sands and Morty here. hehe. I'm glad you love the little things I throw into the mix, like the dog. lol. I loved that dog too. Hope you like this chapter too!
JohnnyDEPPmaniac- You don't know the half of it. Sands Backstory was supposed to be a fanfic in itself and is instead a drop back to this. So, I know a hell of a lot more then anyone, even Sands at this point. hehe. Which is amazing, but still. I know what's going to happen to the poor Agent and El. I also know some good news for him in the future, though probably not what you're thinking. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I look forward to your review. Thank you!
Please REVIEW! Because every review I recieve, makes me want to work harder on the next chapter. Guilt for not updating after recieveing 10 reviews, will force me to write. Keep that in mind. Til next time, see ya!
