Once upon a time in Mexico
A new beginning
Chapter four: Fucking nightmares
"Sorry, baby, I told you I wasn't interested in your scheme, to small. That's the new Barillo, the old Barillo died in surgery a few hours ago. I'm his daughter. Fortunately for you nothing you did is worth dying over. You have only seen too much. We are going to make sure that doesn't happen again."
Sands, he was having the same nightmare that tormented him every time he closed his eyes, for the pass week. He was sick of it. His tormenting nightmares would always wake him up trembling in a cold sweat.
Thankfully he never made enough noise to ever wake up Dom and Chiclet, who were in the other two rooms down the hall from him. It had been six days since the CIA had moved the three of them to bigger and saver accommodations further into town, the quieter part of town that is.
The scene switched to the last time he was with in reaching distance of Ajedrez and before he killed her. "You fucking little monkey, stand up. See anything you like?"
Then the scene switches to a close up of the drill and the sound of the psycho doctors sadistic laughter. Its then Sands usually wakes up in a cold chilling sweat. But to night is different the dream did not end there, like usual.
Instead it continues and the doctor also drills out Dom's and Chiclet's eyes as well. Ajedrez's laughter has a callous insane quality to it. It is then Sands starts tossing and turning screaming a blood chilling and curdling scream.
It's enough to drive Dom into the room while he is still tossing and turning violently continuing to scream. She tells Chiclet to go into the living room and stay away no matter what happens.
He is terrified for the man he has begun to develop a hero's worship on, and of course for Dom her self, who knew what Sands was capable of whilst in the thorns of a terrifying nightmare? But reluctantly he does as he is told.
Dom slowly approaches the bed that her old currently screaming partner is occupying; she knows his throat is going to be killing him when he wakes, from all of his screaming.
She calls out his name, and briefly shakes him by his shoulders. "Sands come on wake the hell up, it's not real it is just a nightmare."
He continues to scream and she notices he has reopened the wounds on his leg and arm. Blood is starting to soak through the bandages she had replaced with fresh ones earlier on before he had gone to bed.
She shakes him harder this time, and this time it has the desired result and he wakes. But unfortunately for Dom, his screams have ceased but he has now turned violent, he thinks she is Ajedrez.
He grabs her around the neck and he is screaming "you fucking traitorous whore, I should have tortured you slowly and painfully before I killed you." It is then Dom realises as her capability to breath becomes more difficult, that he is hallucinating he thinks she is Ajedrez.
Dom would later on look back on this moment and still she would not be able to figure out how she managed to lift her leg up and smash her foot into Sands jaw, hard enough to make him let go and badly bruise him but not cause any serious damage.
Her not so gentle kick had the desired effect and she quickly moved, or as quickly as she could manage whilst still trying to get her sore throat to cooperate and allow her to breathe more clearly, and put a comfortable amount of distance between her self and a now heavy breathing Sands who is sprawled out across the bed.
She angrily wheezes "you fucking fuckmook, I'll fucking shoot your ass full of holes if you ever do that again Shelly. I am not that fucking Barillo bitch. Snap the fucking hell out of it god dam it." The painful wheezing and crackling sound of her voice does not disguise her violent fury.
Sands came out of his terrified induced haze and spoke in a horse voice from his screaming "James?" Dom spat "no fucking shit Sherlock." Sands struggled to sit up and let out a hiss between clenched teeth as he felt the burn from his now reopened wounds.
Dom asked with an edge to her voice "what the hell were you dreaming about? I presume it was about that Barillo bitch and having your eyes fucking drilled out wasn't it?" Sands knew he better come clean, he knew Dom would go through with her threat of filling his ass with holes comment if he pushed her too far, especially considering her current mood.
"Yeah it was, but not only that." Dom frowned "what do you mean not only that?" Sands pinched the bridge of his nose and silently swore as he revealed what had had him screaming.
"The nightmare started off like that; usually it would end with that fucking drill closing in on me. But not to night, for some reason it went on, not only my eyes were drilled out. Yours and Chiclet's were also drilled out as well. It was that and Ajedrez's mad fucking cackling that set me off."
Dom felt like someone had just violently punched her in the stomach. 'Fucking hell, that's some seriously, fucked up shit, no wonder he reacted the way he did' Dom thought to her self.
She softened slightly at this. She croaked out "ok Sands we need to clean up your wounds and redress them. Your fucking little episode just busted open, the stitches in your arm and leg."
Sands spat "fuck off James; just leave me the hell alone to my fucking little episode." Dom snapped "quit being a fucking wanker Sands, quit your dam pity party" Sands glared at her; or as best as he could manage with no eyes.
Dom called out "Hey kid; do me a favour will you? Go into the bathroom and get me my supplies like last time." She heard him moving around obviously heading for the bathroom.
Chiclet knocked on the bedroom door fifteen minutes later. Dom told him to enter. He entered and gasped when he saw the blood on Sands and the black and blue bruise on Dom's neck and around her throat.
"Senor Sands you are bleeding, and senora James why is your neck all bruised and your throat swollen?" Dom tried to smile to reassure Chiclet that she was fine but it came out as a grimace.
"I'm fine Chiclet couldn't be helped, trust me kid I've had worse a hell of a lot worse" she croaked out in a clearly pained filled voice. There was no hiding the fact her throat was killing her, and it felt like hell to speak.
Sands spoke in a horse voice "Chiclet tell me what does her neck and throat look like?" Dom snapped "oh fucking leave it Sands its nothing." Sands snapped "it don't fucking well sound like nothing."
Dom snapped "what the fuck do you care?" Sands spat "I fucking don't, but there is no dam use in both of us being fucked up is there?" That was a dam lie and Sands knew it, he cared more then he was willing to admit. He didn't like the feeling of guilt that was currently plaguing him.
"Now Chiclet ignore her and tell me what does her neck and throat currently look like" Sands asked the boy. Dom shot Sands a very black look, regardless of the fact he couldn't see her.
Chiclet replied "there is an out line of two black and blue hand prints. And her throat appears to be swollen" The stab of guilt became more unbearable. Sands fucking hated feeling guilt, it was an emotion Sands was not familiar with and he didn't like how it felt, not one fucking little bit.
He sat back and allowed Dom clean and freshly stitched his wounds without complaint. The fact he's almost killed her did not sit well at all with Sands. He has his spats with Dom, but he by no means hated her.
Sure at first when they first met he disliked her greatly but hate was far too strong a term to use to describe how he felt about Dom when he first met her. Not that he would willingly admit it, but he terribly missed her when they were separated. He missed their verbal judo.
He missed being able to have a conversation with someone who knew how he worked, because they worked in a very similar fashion. She was and still is his female counter part and he missed her company.
He missed having someone who loved causing a shit load of chaos like him self. He missed all the fun they had together causing said chaos. Not that he would ever willingly admit to this. Hell would have had to have frozen over first; and perhaps not even then either.