Disclaim: Don't own a damn thing, not even the fucking car!
Chapter 6)Car Crash.
"That stupid ASSHOLE! After what I did for him! I saved his sorry ass, and yet he still treats me like a...like a...DOG! He shouts at me, orders me around and to top it all off he is utterly sarcastic about EVERYTHING! Worst of all that bastard made fun of MY bracelet!" Everyone on the street looked at Lizz, but she didn't seem to care or maybe she just didn't notice.
How dare he say something about that bracelet! My dad gave it to me on the day he…That...that... jerk off had no right! And why oh why does he have to be from the CIA! Christ, Didn't I have enough problems already! These last three and a half months had already been one huge never ending hell. Fortunately that part of her life was over now. It's time to start looking on the brighter side of things.
Lizz smile and looked to the sky. It was light blue and there were no clouds in sight. Now that is a true Mexican sky. She had always liked Mexico. As a kid she had fantasized about this place. Her dad had loved to talk about it. About the people, about the houses, about everything. She had wished then, and still did wished now, that she looked more like him. Not only physically but mentally. She didn't like her straight blonde hair or her fair skin and she could have deffinately gone for more courage.
She looked at her reflection in a nearby window. Man, she really looked like crap. Her hair was too long, her clothes where too sort, and her shoes were so last year!
"Why don't I buy some clothes?" She asked her self, people looked at her agian. Yeah, why not she had the money. Strange, she hadn't thought about that before. She laughed, she...had...the...MONEY!
After a few minutes she found a nice shop. 'Prima Dona', sure it was an expensive store, but Lizz didn't care about prices...or the strange looks that the salesmen gave her when she walked in.
About half an hour later she left the shop. Now she was 1873.50 pesos lighter, but two pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, and a new pair of shoes heavier. At the moment she was wearing a white skirt decorated with silver-colored beads, a light blue sleeveless shirt, and a pair of white sandals. The I-want-to-hurt-someone feeling was gone and it had been replaced with the happy-that-I'm-alive feeling. She had even bought something for Sands. It was a pair of black jeans and a novelty tee saying: 'People hate me'. That shirt just screamed 'Sands'!
"Let's get me some ice cream." She said, and once again the passer-bys stared at her, confused. It is the absolute best thing to do after shopping. She walked to the ice cream stand and bought a scoop of Vanilla. What should she buy now? Thinking about her next slew of purchases she walked quickly forward.
BHAM! She had bumped into a big man in leather.
Her ice cream now covered said man's back. Some might call it modern art, maybe. "Arrepentido, señor, I'm sorry sir!" Lizz apologized. The man turned angrily around, and looked her in the eyes. Lizz felt cold fear rush through her body. "Ah, SHIT!"
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Sands was lying on the sofa listening to a Spanish talk show. His Spanish obviously wasn't that great...unless that guy really did want to marry his donkey. He switch off the TV and tried to fall asleep. He almost had, until some fuckmook started shooting in the street.
Slowly he stood up and walked to the window. He still wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Option one was to shoot the fuckmook down, but his gun was a little bit missing, stupid girl! So on to option two, he closed the window.
By the time he had shut the window he heard running footsteps, a slamming door and the ragged breathing of the girl. Great, she was back, now she could start cooking! But he didn't even get the chance to ask.
"Go to the kitchen, HURRY!" She screamed, slamming the door shut and locking it. Sands could hear people running downstairs and breaking the glass and wood that was on and in the house.
"What the fuck…" He whispered. He didn't receive an answer. The girl grasped his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. He heard the dinner table fall and the clicking sound of a gun. He grabbed the girl by the throat pulled her face close to his. "What the fuck is going on!"
"Let me GO!" She pushed him away "Those man are looking for…" At that moment the door was smashed into splinters. The girl all but stopped breathing and placed his gun in his hands. " Please, kill them!" She whispered, her voice filled with fear. But Sands wasn't listening, he was just fucking glad that he had his gun back.
"Okay. I'll kill the fuckmooks, but first describe them"
"There are four guys in the room, they are big. They look kinda like boxers and they are wearing black clothes and hats, you know like people in gangster movies." The girl whispered. Sands lost his temper.
"No, you dumb ass! By describing I mean tell me if they are armed and if they have seen us. Not their attire!" Exactly after his, to loud words, the first 'gangster' opened fire.
"Well, guess what jack ass, their armed and thanks to your screaming they know were we are!" She voiced angrily next to Sands.
Alright that was stupid, but he was Agent Sands after all, and he always has a plan B! He grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled her up pressing the gun to her temple.
"Drop your weapons, or the girl dies!" He spoke as calmly as he could.
A couple of meter in front of him the man started to laugh.
"IDIOT!" The girl yelled. "You still don't get it! They're not after you, they're after me !"
Sands mind paused there for a second. He didn't get it, he really didn't get it! Why did the gangster want the girl and not him? He was a killer, a traitor, and a sadistic CIA agent who had crossed a lot of people! While he was thinking this over bullets started to fly around his head like bees. He quickly dropped to the ground bringing the girl with him.
"What the fuck is going on!" He hissed, hoping he was looking the girl in the face.
" Later, I'll tell you later, we have bigger problems right now!" He heard the click of a gun next to him . Shit, the girl has a gun! Why does the little girl have a fucking gun!
"Can you shoot!" He asked, hoping to get a 'yes'.
"Me !" Her voice sounded surprised. Sands sighed.
"No, the god damn POPE! Of course you! Do you see anyone else around here willingly to help us!"
"Well, I've never really fired a gun before…" her voice said doubtfully.
"Nevermind, I'll shoot the fuckmooks! Just say were the fuckers are, you can do that, right!" Offended she whispered some Mexican curses, but did what he asked.
"One is two meters in front of us, at eleven o'clock." Sands, thanking god that the girl knew some army terms, jumped up and shot. Man he really had missed this, he thought as his enemy groaned and dropped dead on the floor.
"Another one, half past ten o'clock." Sands jumped a meter back, shot, and once again heard the scream of a dieing man. The man was taking to long to die, so Sands decided to help him with this problem.
"That's for fucking with me! You didn't think I could do that right! Cause I'm blind, right! Well, you thought wrong!" Sands smirked and pulled the trigger again. This time he hit the man in the head. He spat on the ground, he was good! Really...good!
"The other two ran away." The girl explained.
"Good!" Sands said pridefully, he was back in the game! "Now get the hell out of here, they will back soon!" He demanded.
"Yes, yes, just a second!" The girl mumbled. Sands turned his head to the girl.
"Fuck 'just a second'! We have to go! NOW!" But her footsteps were already running away. He could hear the fluff-ball barking, the opening and closing of a closet and the quiet noise cause by a zipper.
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"Okay, we can go now!" Lizz draped her bag over her shoulder, grasped Sands' hand and ran to the balcony. Shit ! It was worse then she had thought. Ten 'gangsters' were at her door. Shitty, Shitty, Damn, Fuck! Fuck! For a moment she had forgotten Sands' blindness.
"What's happening!" Lizz looked around. "There's ten 'gangsters' trying to kill my front-door, two 'gangsters' running around my house, and we are on my balcony."
"So, in other words, were fucking screwed!" Sands yelled. Lizz thought for a second.
"No, not yet!" She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the railing.
"Woah, woah, woah! What's the plan ,luv !" He asked a little bit disturbed.
Lizz ignored him.
"Just trust me okay!" She placed his hands on the railing. "Okay listen very carefully. We're on the second floor, under the balcony is a drain pipe. Climb about half way down, and to your right there will be a fence. Climb down that fence and walk 'till you feel a wall. Got it?
"But…"
"DON'T BUT! We don't have time for 'BUT's!" Lizz looked around and saw that the 'gangsters' had almost reached the living room. "Trust me on this one, or we will both get killed!" And ,thank god, after that the CIA Agent started to climb. She had would have pushed him off the balcony if he hadn't. That wouldn't have re-enforced her trust talk effectively.
When Sands reached the wall Lizz started to climb. She jumped down the fence and ran to Sands.
"Okay, we're still alive, let's go!" Again she grabbed his hand and started to run into a dark alley. After a few seconds they reached the end of the alley and immediately bullets were everywhere. Quickly she pushed Sands against the wall and dropped to the ground. "Great...what do we do now!" She asked, as they both sat against the cold wall.
Sands tough for a moment "Is there a car anywhere near here" he asked.
Lizz looked around. Yes, there was a car. A silver cabriolet convertible with an open roof and a very happy young man in the drivers seat, it was probably a birthday gift.
"Yeah, I can see a car."
"Great, bring me to the car." Sands said, reloading his gun. They stared to run to the car, trying not to get hit by a bullets as the 'gangsters' continued shooting. By the car Sands aimed. "Am I aiming at the driver!" He whispered, to Lizz direction.
"Yeah, almost." Lizz whispered back, nudging his gun so that it was were it was suppose to be. "Now, you're aiming at the driver."
"Good!" Sands smiled. "OKAY,LISTEN UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS CAR, AND LEAVE THE KEYS!" And for good measure, he shot in that general arrear to further enforce his point. But strangely enough, he didn't hear a slamming door and a running fool.
"The driver doesn't understand English." The girl explained.
"WHAT! I'M FUCKING SCREAMING AND SHOOTING AT HIM! WHAT ELSE COULD IT MEAN, BESIDES 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR CAR'!"
"Well, some people want money, or something…"
"Shut up! Just tell him that He fucking has to get out!" Sands was starting to get pissed off again, and just killing the fucker was beginning to sound very logical. The girl sighed and started to speak fluent Spanish.
"le escucha pedazo de mierda! Obtenga el JODE fuera de coche de youre. Y lieve las llaves en!" The nineteen year old paled, jumped out of the car and ran away. Lizz felt a little sorry for him. It must be terrible to see you car get stolen by a little girl and a blind mental patient.
"Hey, girly! GET IN THE CAR!" Sands pointed at the drivers seat. Lizz's eyes widened. "ME! DRIVING?" Sands kicked the tire.
"YES! of course you! Do you think it a good idea to let me drive! C'mon get in the car! Those fuckmook are coming!" Lizz was throwing daggers with her eyes. She took a deep breath and sat down in the car.
Sands jumped in next to her. "Well, go ahead, drive! Everyone is waiting!" Lizz did her best to ignore the annoying CIA Agent and carefully pressed gas pedal and started to drive. She heard the sound of a motors and looked around. There where ten 'gangsters' following them on black motorcycles! Sands must have heard it because he stepped on the gas pedal. The car went from 30 to 100. Lizz, who had never driven before, started to scream.
"LET GO OF THE GAS PEDAL!" She screamed. But Sands, stubborn as he was, didn't listen and the car kept speeding up while Lizz tried to avoid people, other cars, balloon stands and kids on bikes. Finally after two terrifying minutes they reached the highway. After Lizz narrowly avoided a terrible car crash, she started kicking Sands. "LET. THE. GAS. GO. YOU. IDIOT!"
"No, keep driving, the bikes are still close!" Shouted Sands, giving her a push, just for the kicks. That was not a smart thing to do. Because of the push, Lizz gave a sharp yank on the wheel which turned the car, and before they knew it the car was driving on the wrong side of the road. Then there was a loud explosion. Lizz quickly looked behind her
Three bikers had crashed into each other. She started to laugh and looked back at the road. Immediately her smile diapered. A huge red truck was coming her way. She started to scream and pulled on the wheel.
The car made a half spin to the left and because of its' speed, drove to the right, into the dessert. The car flew a meter off the ground, and Sands, who wasn't wearing his seat belt, also flew up...and landed in the back seat.
"FUCKING HELL! You almost killed me!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby! Shoot the bad guys, there are still five after us!" Lizz yelled, enjoying the thought that she had really scared Sands! She pressed on the gas again. As the speed increased Sands was shooting like a madman. After a while Lizz looked in the mirror and saw that all of the motorcyclists were gone. "WHOOO! THAT WAS SO COOL!" She screamed, then looked at Sands who was reloading his gun and smirking insanely.
"You've got that right!" He grinned. Lizz smiled even more.
"WE ARE SO GOOD!" She felt like superman, she was on top of the world.
It was too bad that she had forgotten to drive the car. The car collided with the side of a large rock at 80 miles and hour, and went into a mad spin. Both Sands and Lizz flew out of the car, and into the warm red Mexican dessert.
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Surprised Sands stood up. Strange, usually when something bad happens he breaks something, gets shot, or looses his EYES. But this time he was alright!
So...were was that pain-in-the-ass girl, anyways? Hopefully she was alright! Not that he cared about her or anything. She had been nothing but trouble from the beginning. But she was his eyes, and since they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, he needed her.
"HEY,GIRLY, WHERE ARE YOU!" He yelled.
"I'M OVER HERE!" She screamed back. A couple of meters away from him. Carefully, trying not to fall over rocks, Sands stumble to her voice.
"You okay?"
"Of course I'm not OKAY, I just killed the most beautiful car in the world, because you distracted me! I think I have a freaking concussion. And I am sitting god only knows were in Mexico with a...PSYCHOTIC TRIGGER HAPPY CIA AGENT!" After her freak-out a loud BHAM, sounded from the car. It was exploding. She cursed.
Normally if someone had said that about him, he would have blown their brains out. To bad he needed her to get him out of this shit hole.
In the meantime the girl stood up and swung an arm around his shoulder. "So, what are we gonna do now?" That was a very good question, Sands thought, already irritation about her arm around his shoulder. What where they going to do? It was around 2 o'clock, and walking back would be like digging their own graves. Especially if you don't have any eyes, and you're guide is a little girl. "Let's go sit in the shade, in this heat that is about all we can do."
Lizz nodded, saw Sands waiting for her answer and said: "Yeah, fine." Slowly she guided him and herself to a place full of large rock and dead trees. How stupid of her, how could she forget that he couldn't see. How had he killed all those 'gangsters' anyway, I mean he has no eyes!
She looked at him from the left. He looked so cold, like he didn't care if he live or died. His left cheek was bleeding and he still walked a little bit like a wounded man. She realised that she still didn't know anything about him. The only thing she was sure about was that he was dangerous and had worked for the CIA.
She looked at the sky. I guess we will just have to wait till sun set.
Well, Well, my first chap with some action in it! Email me or review if you have any suggestions or critiques, or if you just wanna say: WHAT A GREAT CHAP! That's good too even better, for my self esteem.
Sorry about the lack of Sands' thoughts, and about smashing the car. Too bad isn't it? Anyways I really hope you liked it!
Owh and fanfiction fanatic, I luvvv this line: PSYCHOTIC TRIGGER HAPPY CIA AGENT, you get the credits for that one:D
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.