Chapter 4) Name's Agent Sands.

Sands was sleeping. He was sure of it because he was five years old again. He was riding through the Mexican dessert on a big brown horse, wearing silly little cowboy clothes. He was happy. He smiled, as a kid he had always wanted to be a cowboy. A good cowboy like Lucky Luke.

He was Sheriff Sheldon, shooting faster than his shadow. He would kill the bad Indians so his village was safe. Everybody in his village loved him. He was a strong, honest and brave boy with a big heart.

But, there was one evil man didn't like him. That man thought Sherriff Sheldon was a weak, lazy chicken-shit little boy. But nobody could know the things the evil man said. The man would kill him if he told.

But Sherrif Sheldon didn't want to think about that man, not now, not today. He was riding on his big brown horse and he was happy. He was free like a bird, armed with a big silver gun. Today no one could hurt him, not Indians, or robbers, not even the evil man.

Sherrif Sheldon smiled as he looked around the dessert. This must be the most peaceful place in the whole world! There was red-sand everywhere you looked. Giant cactuses where growing around, decorated with bright pink and orange flowers. He saw a green lizards laying on a dark brown rock enjoying the sun. Heaven must look like this.

But then a gigantic shadow fell over him. "SHELDON!" It's scream was drunk and cruel. Sherrif Sheldon's heart stopped for a moment. A cold shivery feeling flew through his young body.

Scared to death he jumped off his safe horse. Sands knew it was a stupid mistake . But Sherrif Sheldon didn't know and he started running, looking for a place to hide from the evil man. But Sands knew Sherrif Sheldon would never find that save place to hide. Not for the next thirteen years.

"COME HERE YOU LAZY,WEAK PIECE OF SHIT!" The evil man's voice shouted! Sherrif Sheldon fell to the ground. He started shaking and crawled behind a big rock. "I WILL FIND YOU WORTHELESS LITTLE BOY!" The voice was close, so fucking close. But Sands didn't dare to look behind him.

"I'M NOT WEAK! I'M NOT LAZY! I'M NOT WORTHELESS! I'M FROM THE FUCKING CIA!"

"Yes, yes you have mention that more than four times. I get it, you're macho!"

Sands gasped and his dessert was gone, replaced with complete darkness. He noticed that he was sitting and every muscle in his body was tense. Fuck, why did the nightmare have came back? He thought he had gotten rid of it! He didn't want to remember that part of his life. It was dead, burried and locked up some place in the recesses of his mind. How did it keep coming back, why couldn't it just stay were he had put it?

"Hey...hello? Are you okay? You look very pale." Some one said in a worried tone. Huh? Shit where was he? C'mon Sands calm down, think! Oh, yeah he was with that girl, somewhere… "I'm fine." He said slowly. God, he had a hangover! His head felt like a ticking time-bomb ready to explode at any given second.

"Are you sure?" She paused. "Julio, obtenga alguna agua!" Great...the little chicle boy was here too, lets make it a family show! Watch the blind agent freaking out part II!

Quick footsteps walked into the room. "Eran, Lizz." Lizz smiled at the little boy. He was so sweet. But she didn't want him around right now. By the looks of the man he was very stressed and probably violent. When he was asleep, she tried to wash his face a couple of time, but everytime she got close he would grab her wrist. He was even alert when he was asleep.

"Vaya el reloj alguna televisión Julio." The boy looked at her and nodded. He walked to the door and took one last look at the man.

Lizz made sure he closed the door before she did anything.
"Here drink this." She said in a calm tone hoping the guy wouldn't know she was terrified of him. The man took the glass from here and started to drink. Again he looked like a puppy. Now she noticed how thin he was. If he wasn't so muscular she would think he was anorexic.

She realised she had to say something. But what could she say to him! "Do you want something to eat?" She asked finally, hoping he wouldn't throw things at her head. Remarkably the man stayed still and just nodded. "Okay, I'll get you something." Slowly she walked away, not knowing what to think.

Something to eat! What kind of question was that! Sand grinded his teeth. He hadn't eaten a proper meal in more than four days, so yeah he was hungry. He could eat a horse. But since he had to wait a while he laid back and listened to the music on the radio.

'Yes people it's siesta time! It's sunny and if you look outside you can see a beautiful cloudless sky. It's 102 degrees in the shadow and for those people who don't have a swimming pool and don't want to sleep, here is Ricky Martin with: If You Ever SAW her…'

'She's got a look in her EYE
That says she knows why
Just to taste her is never enough
She gets a thrill outta lovin'
And WATCHING you SUFFERING,
She says you can LOOK but you don't touch'

Sands sat totally still on the bed. His face was total numb and he had an insane smile on his face. Sure, why not God! Not like my day wasn't crappy enough! You just have to rub it in my face, don't you! Stupid FUCKMOOK! He kicked the radio off the table next to him.

The machine made one last dieing sound and then silence filled the room. I just killed God, I'm SOOO good! Pleased with himself Sands sat back and put his 'good' arm behind his neck. He was planning on taking a nap.

Suddenly a fluffy, barking thing jumped on him and started to lick him. Sands nearly had a heart attack, after recovering he grabbed the fluff ball and threw the thing off the bed. The fluff ball growled and started to lick itself.

GREAT, a dog! He the Big Bad CIA Agent got scared by a tiny little dog! OH, gross that freaking animal had drooled all over him. His hands, his face even under his sunglasses was sticky with drool.

What was it with people and dogs! What was so great about a FREAKING dog? It eats your shoes, shits in your house, barks when you want to sleep and drools like Niagara Falls. Slowly Sands removed his dark sunglasses in an attempt to trying and wipe the drool off.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's my dog, Killerbee, she's very sweet and..." The girl started to scream and he heard the smashing sound of glass. What was wrong with that kid! Was he in a mental hospital or something! Then it hit him in the face, hard, like a baseball bat. He was still holding his sunglasses in his hand…

"Santa Maria…" Was the only thing Lizz could say. She stared at the man in front of her. No wonder he grabbed her wrist when she tried to clean his face. THANK GOD HE DID! Her stomach had almost been emptied when she looked at him. She thought he was just blind, but this…He HAD NO EYES! NO FUCKING EYES! She could look right into his blooded sockets, she was afraid if she looked close enough she would be able to see his brains. "Who did this to you?"

He sat totally still, and Lizz got the feeling that she was looking at a big doll. ( Thank god Sands can't read minds…) Slowly he putt the glasses back on. "Just forget that you ever saw that…" The man whispered in a demanding yet scared voice, she could hear that part clearly.

"But I don't under…" She felt brain-dead at the moment. Even with his glasses on she could she the empty sockets in her head, over and over again. A billion question came up in her mind. Who did this to him? Why did they do this to him? Is he really from the CIA? How could he, in such bad condition, still be so god damn annoying?

"Just forget everything, savvy!" His voice was now forceful. Her questions would have to wait. He was not going to tell her anything, at least not now. Who knows, maybe he never would. " Okay." She looked at the broken glass on the ground. "I'll get you something else to eat." And with that she quickly left the room.

Great...Sands, ol'd boy. You did an absolutely GREAT job back there! Finally, you found someone who wanted to help you, didn't want to kill you, didn't want money for helping you, and didn't think you were a nobody because you BLIND! AND YOU SCREWED IT UP! You took your fucking glasses off, you FUCKMOOK! You let her see what kind of pathetic freak you really are… And for the seven thousandth time you use the word see! Don't say that you idiot, you can't anymore.

He sighed. I wonder what the girl is thinking right now…

"BAD...BAD DOG!" Lizz shouted at Killerbee. "You know you aren't suppose to drool on strangers!" The little French bulldog looked sadly at her and peed on the white, clean, floor. Lizz looked at the sad dog and gave her a cookie. It wasn't her fault, normally everybody loved Killerbee. The dog couldn't have known that the big jerk hated dogs. Lizz was quite upset. Which wasn't really strange consider that just about a minute ago she saw a guy with no eyes, for Christ's sake! A shiver went through her body. " Man, I am going to need a fucking therapist after this."

Wait a second. He needs one more than I do. She remember the blood on his face was still wet when she found him. Whatever horrifying thing had happened to him, it couldn't have happened that long ago. Poor guy, he must have been through alot. Well let's get him some food…

Footsteps came closer. Sands knew it was that girl. Her footsteps were quick and made a clicking sound, which means she is wearing some sort of heels. "I made you soup, can you eat yourself?" Again he wished for a gun. "Do I look like an idiot, who can't eat by himself!" Good one Sands! Nice and sarcastic.

"Do you really want me to answer that!" The girl asked politely, with a hint of a sarcastic undertone just below the surface. Shit, this girl was good! "Gimmy the damn food, brat!" The girl placed a bowl of 'something'. Next to him. "It's soup." She explained.

"What kind of soup!" Sands asked. "I dunno, I can't read Spanish, but there was a picture of a dog on it."

Sands, ready to throw-up, wanted to say something mean and nasty. But the girl was faster. "I'm just kidding, Jesus CIA people don't have any sense of humour, it's chicken noodle soup." She sighted.

Stupid girl, Sands thought angrily. CIA agents have a great sense of humour. Killing cooks for instance! That is funny, but she probably don't get it!

He could hear her sitting next to him on a chair. She started to sing a song really soft. "Wait a minute!" She said. "Were is the music! Were is my radio!" Now Sands started to smile. Of course destroying other peoples property was fun too!

"AAAAHHH!" The girl screamed. Sands smile grew bigger. "You bastard, you broke my radio! Why did you brake my radio!" Sands sadistic smile was in place. "I guess I wasn't in the mood for music."

The girl was quiet for a couple of seconds. Sands knew he had won this time. Thank god, he had been afraid he was losing it. "Just shut up and eat your soup." Was the only thing the girl said.

"You're not mad at me!" Sands asked feeling his happiness flow away.

"No I'm not. I'll just have to sell your gun and buy a new one. A better one. One with big speakers so that you can hear it through the whole house." Sands smacked himself on the head. Shit, he hadn't see that one coming. She was good. "You're some evil bitch you know that!"

She giggled "Yes I know, can't help it. You're good two!" Sands picked up his spoon and tried to find the bowl. After three minutes of horrible failure the girl started to get bored and he started to get pissed off, again. "Give me the spoon, or else it will take forever."

Sands didn't want to give the spoon back. He wanted to eat by himself! He wasn't a baby, he was a grown CIA Agent! Stubbornly he kept the spoon in his hand. "Give me the damn spoon, loony. Or I'll drop the bowl on your head!"

Being covered with hot chicken-noodle soup wasn't on Sands to-do list. So he gave her the spoon. "I swear if you start speaking baby-talk to me I will kill you!" He felt around him and found a pen. "With this!"

Lizz bit on her lip trying not to laugh. "Man, I'm scared shitless, I really am." The guy 'looked' angrily at her. "You damn well better be!"

She stared to feed him, trying to ignore the urge to say things like, 'Look what a big boy'.

"So what's your name, mister I'm-from-the-CIA?" The guy swallowed his chicken soup.

"You tell me your name first." Lizz rolled here eyes. With this guy there was never an easy answer…

"My full name is Elizabeth Maria Carmen Cecilia… Smith. But everybody calls me Lizz." She felt his hand on her face. What did he want? Slowly his hand moved to her cheek, to her nose, around her eyes and finally he touched her hair.

"Straight hair, probably blond or brown, kind of an oval shaped head, a small nose, and big eyes, blue I think. Your about sixteen and you aren't Mexican, are you?" The guy 'looked' interested to her.

Damn that guy is good! "I'm half Mexican. My dad was Mexican and my mother was a New York bitch. But enough about me, what's your name."

A mysterious grinned appeared on the guy's face. "The name's Sands, Agent Sands…"

MAHAHAHAA, I LIKE this girl! She is fun! And what did you think about the evil song on the radio? Good or not? And his dream? I really think it's good, Because Sands is two people at the same time. Was it to complicated? Or just crap? ( I hope you don't think that…)I thought it was the most ironic song in the whole world! Sorry for the stupid ending I had no idea how I had to end, so sorry

Translation:

Julio, obtenga alguna agua: Julio, get some water.

Eran, Lizz: Here Lizz.

Vaya el reloj alguna televisión Julio: Go watch some t.v Julio.

Not much Spanish this time.

Look at that BIG,BRIGHT,REVIEW BUTTON, and REVIEW!

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.

--TBC--