Again, may thanks for my beta reader fanfiction fanactic Thanks to you the story looks so mucht better!

Disclame: Don't own Sands, good thing for him.

Chapter 2) The stray pup with fangs.

Lizz was sitting in her favourite chair, listening to some crappy old
Spanish music on her MP3 player, she was really starting to hate it. She stared at the stranger that she had sort of rescued from the street. She was fearing for his life.

The Poor guy looked terribly white because of the blood loss, he defiantly had a fever and in the last half a hour he had started to twist and turn in his sleep, probably getting tortured by nightmares.

But Lizz didn't dare to wake him up. He would probably die instantly if she did. The poor guy must have been to hell and back. And from the looks of him, it happened not so long ago, because the blood on his cheeks and dark sunglasses was still wet, when she found him.

She wanted a doctor to get a good look at him. But she didn't want to leave him alone in this condition. And calling a doctor wasn't such a good plan either. Some one could be tapping her phone...it wouldn't be the first time.

At that moment there was a soft knock on the door, followed by two quick ones. It was Julio, the neighbour kid. He came very often to her place to watch TV or play with her dog. He was good kid, and honest kid who you could trust. To bad he had a snake of grandmother who literally forbid him to come here.

Lizz smiled at the little boy, and thanked god at the same moment because now she didn't have to be alone with the stranger anymore. "Thank god you came Julio." The little boy grinned back at here and stared at the stranger. " Ningún problema, Lizz. Cómo él es." He pointed at the man." Not so good, I'm afraid." Lizz answered.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes in the sunny yellow room. The
only sound that could be heard was the stressful breathing from the stranger. "Julio, could you do me a favour!" The boy nodded but kept staring at the dark-clad man. "Could you stay here and keep a eye in him, while I get a doctor?"

This time Julio looked up ate here. " Mí!" he ask a little bit worried, but also proud. "Yes, of course you. It's not that hard of a job. If he wakes up, which I highly doubt, you can just give him some water and painkillers. That will keep him down till I get back." The boy nodded again, busy thinking about his big responsibility.

Lizz smiled at the way Julio looked, and walked to the door. "Don't burn the house down while I'm gone!" And with that she opened the door about to leave. But then she heard the clicking sound of a gun. Quickly she turned around and looked at the man she mistaken fore being asleep. He was pointing a gun at here. A Silent Cold MC 96 to be precise, but who cares, a gun is a gun!

"I thought I was very clear about having NO FUCKING DOCTORS!" The man said with a low demanding tone. The man tried to stand up, but horribly failed. So instead he tried sitting. That didn't work as well as he might had planed. But with much support from his right shoulder he managed. "Now, get the hell back in the room, who ever you are!" The man looked very deadly, ready to kill if he had to.

Lizz took a deep breath, closed the door and walked back in the room. She looked at Julio, trying to tell him with her hands and eyes that he just had to stay standing were he was. The boy looked back, a little terrified, but didn't move an inch.

Lizz took another deep breath and looked back at the man. She saw that his shoulder and arm were shaking. Clearly he was very weak and in great amount of pain. If she would play this right he would hopefully give up.

"So you want to shoot me right?" She tried to speak with a voice that didn't give a shit. "Well then, there are a couple of things you should know. One, I know you can't see a dam think, so I could run. Two, you don't know were the hell you are, or even what house I brought you into. Three, just sitting is almost to hard for you so walking away is out of the question. And four, if you shoot me some one will defiantly hear the gunshot, and you will be found in the same room as the body and the gun. That would mean jailtime for you! I just wanted you to know that mister." Lizz sad hoping she sounded convincing enough.

The men sat totally still for a couple of seconds. He didn't even shake. "Fucking, fucking HELL!" he whispered. Slowly he put his gun back in his belt. His shoulder couldn't support him any longer and he dropped back onto the couch. He looked up, at her maybe, she wasn't sure. "Please, NO DOCTORS…"

The look on the man's face broke Lizz's heart. He looked like a sad
little stray puppy with a broken leg. ( A big bad puppy with big fangs and claws, but still…) "Okay, senor no doctors. But what do you want then? You can's just stay lying around, you will probably bleed to death."

"Well, than I guess you will have to do something about it, niña." The guy said sarcastically and dominant. BAHM, the little puppy was dead and replaced by a big bastard.

"But, senor, I told you before I don't know anything about stitches or injuries. Of course I watch ER but… wait, never mind." Great Lizz, just great. The guy is nearly dead and your talking about you're favourite series.

"Cut the crape, niña, I'm from the Fucking CIA and I know what to do with bullet wounds. And I'd love to do it myself, but at the moment I CAN'T SEE A GODDAM THING!"

Lizz's eyes grew wide. "CIA, señor?" She said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Yes, yes, the fucking CIA. That's what I said! MY GOD what are you? Stupid, deaf, or just blonde!" The man sounded irritated and bored.

Lizz felt here cheeks getting red. Son of a bitch! How dare he talk to her like that! She saved his goddamn life, for Christ sakes! But still she felt sorry fore the big-mouthed guy and dropped it, for now. " Do you think you can walk. "She asked slowly, trying not the piss the guy off, because he had still a gun.

"Do I LOOK like I can walk!" You sure you aren't blind too!"

Lizz was surprised by the coldness and sarcasm in his voice. How could some one in his condition be so… so careless? Like he had no pain and thought everything was a joke. Maybe he was losing his mind. " I have to get you to the bathroom. "She explained. "I'm not much of a cleaner, and if I disinfected your wounds, I don't want any filth to get back in."

After the word bathroom the face of the stranger went pale, well paler than it already was. You could see him figure out that going to the bathroom ment walking. And walking would be painful for him, very painful. He passed his hand throw his black sticky hair. "Whatever." He said finally and moved a little on the couch.
Lizz's mouth dropped open when the guy stood up, taking sharp breaths.

Carefully he took a step and then another. "So where is that freaking bathroom." Lizz was still staring at the man and then she shook her head. She didn't get it, how could he be standing? Just a moment ago he was dieing in pain.

She guided him to the bathroom, trying to support him. Which was pretty hard because he was hanging on her with his full weight, his right arm was around her shoulder. It felt like he got heavier by the second. They almost made it to the bathroom but a few step before the door the men stop walking, and pushed here away. Lizz , who get smacked against the wall, let him loose.

The men dropped on the ground, holding his hand against his head,
whispering the words 'fuck, fucking, FUCK'.

Lizz looked at Julio, who was still standing in the room quiet and frightened, not knowing what to do now.

Sorry fore the cliffhanger, but I just wanted to update my story so you know I'm still alive( and because I took me more than six hours to write it, cause of the looking up words and other stuff). I hope I made Sands as sarcastic, dangerous and annoying as in the movie. I also hope my English was good enough and if not, please tell me what I did wrong so I can correct it. And if there are other things I need to know please tell me, and keep
REVIEWING PLEASE! And I will change the title, cause my inspiration left
me.

LUVZZZ SUE-ANNESPARROW.

-TBC-

Ningún problema: No problem.

Cómo él es: how is he?

Mí: me.( But you probably know that already.)

Niña: little girl.

Not much Spanish this time, ey!