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Chapter 8) Never doubted that.

Every second Lizz got more nervous. What would happened to her? Maybe the drive was some kind of serial killer, or some fucked up guy who was hired by her stehpdad. Why had Sands have to say that to her? Now she was scared to death. She sighted and try to look outside the truck. When that didn't workout she started to observe Sands.

He seemed to look shittyer by the minute. Blood was dripping for the cut on his cheek and he was still to pale. And-

Her thought were cut off by Sands angry voice. "Could you please STOP looking at me. I'm finn, so FUCK OFF!"

Lizz looked fast away to a sheep. Who did he do that? Who could he know I was looking at him? Could he be psychic? Nop, that isn't possible, right?

Before she could think of a more realistic explanation the truck stopped driving and the doors flew open. A little bit shaking she jumped out of the truck and looked around.

In front of her that stood a sweet little Mexican farm. The one how stands on postcard. With a small courtyard and a shed for the animals. Lizz sighted in relieve. This couldn't be bad. She smile at the now really nice looking driver.

"So where are we!" It sounded out of the truck, so uninterested as possible.

"It's alright Sherlock Holmes. Were on a sweet little frame. Not a killer to bee seen."

"You're sure? I don't want my ass kicked like before! And I swear IF that happened again it will be you're fault, and you will pay!" Sands said, not so friendly.

"Yes,yes, I know you will kill me, men you starting to get lame." She grabbed Sands wrist. "Now c'mon I don't want to stand here whole night because you are to scared to get out of this truck."

Sands mumbled something, probably the way he would kill her, but let himself willingly get helped out of the truck.

"Sígame, yo le mostraré mi casa" The driver said. He walked up to the farm and opened the front door. Lizz followed with Sands and walked into a small kitchen with yellow walls and white tile. At the diner table sat a old lady how smiled friendly to Lizz.

"Where are we now?" Sands asked anxious, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Lizz didn't noticed and looked fascinated at the room.

"Where in a small kitchen, with a nice looking lady and-"

Again he cut her off. "Yes, yes spare me the details. Just get us out of her, I want to sit and relax a little and I don't want two foolish farmers around me!" He voice sounded nervous, surprisingly to Lizz.

"Whatever." She whispered back. She wasn't in to mood to fight with Sands, and the two farmers would kicked them out of there house for sure if they did fight. "Deberá acostarse bien? Nosotros nos somos cansados muy " Lizz asked polite.

The driver frowned. "Sí, pero usted no quiere comer primero?"

Lizz wanted to say yes. But Sands was faster. "No, nosotros ya comimos." He say fast, still standing against the wall.

Lizz gave him a mean look, knowing it was pointless. Why did he suddenly do the talking? She was starving! She wanted to eat something. But it was to late for that. The driver already stood up and pointed at there room.

Lizz nodded, thanked again an pulled Sands to the door of there room. " Well thank you very mats, I'm starving! Why did you said we already ate! Do you think its funny to let me starve! Or do you just lie to every person you meet!"

Sands pointed his good arm up. "Shut up, open the god dam door, and then fuck off, I'm not in the mood of you're whining."

Lizz gave him a mad look and opened the door. They walked in a nice cosy room. It was reasonable large and hade even a own toilet and shower. Something that in Mexico was considered as a luxury. It had light yellow walls and a dark wooden floor. There was just on problem: A two-person bed.

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Sands was standing next to the girl. He had truly NO IDEA where he was. But he didn't want to look helpless, that could be dangerous. Never show you're weakness. NEVER. That was the CIA's first rule. Rule number two was never trust anyone. He broke rule number two ONE time, and after what happed he would NEVER break this rule again.

So right now he was in control. He didn't look weak, maybe hurt but NOT weak. He was calm, and he didn't trust the girl. He was safe right now. "So where the fuck are we!" He asked uninterested and annoyed.

"We are in a bedroom. Pretty big. Nice colours, a own bathroom and ehh… a two-personbed." The girl said a couple of centimetres aside.

"I don't have any problems with that." He smirked. Very careful he walked into the room, hoping the bed was close. Fuck, he field bad. Like he was hit by a train ore something. His legs felt like they could fall of and second. His left arm just hurting, no big deal, this pain wasn't to bad, nothing he never lived throw before.

But his eyes, or what was left of them. That was on HELL of a other story. It field like his head were on fire, and his sockets where itching and, OWH FUCK it just hurt like hell.

"Whatever. "The girl sad. "I'm going to take a shower." Footsteps walked away and a door opened an closed.

Finally! He was alone! He breathe uneasy. Carefully he walked further into the room, hoping to find the bed. After a couple of steps his right hand thoughts the edge of the bed. Without taking is shoes of he lie down on the bed. Everything started to spin. And was it so cold in this room, or was it just him?

Slowly he moved his sunglasses. He took a deep breathe and felt below it. He felt scars who would never go way. After that there was emptiness. Just emptiness, the place where ones his eye had bin.

Fuck, he wanted to cry that moment.

It hit him, hard. He couldn't do that anymore. CRY. He couldn't, anymore. Who ironic actually. A option he never had use in his whole life. As hard as his had bin, he couldn't think of one moment he had cried. Even as a kid he couldn't remember any whining. Not when is dad beat the crap out of him, not when is mom left him, not when he got shoot for the first time, not when is first girlfriend broke up.

He never felt the urges to cry. He felt always to proud do something so girly. Until now. Now one of his most important senses where ripped out, in lesser then three minutes. The three most painful minutes of his life.

Why his eye's? Why not break his legs? Or cut his tong out? Or why couldn't they just blow his head of! That would make everything so mats easier.

"Yeah, you're alright?" A girly voice asked.

Apparently he had bin so sunken in his thought the girl had finished showering and came back in the room, and he didn't heard it. He almost dropped his sunglasses. Fast he putted his sunglass back on, hoping the girl hadn't noticed anything.

"Yeah, hello? Are you okay?" Footsteps came closer. Owh, FUCK, didn't wanted this at all. He wanted to be left alone. "I'm finn." He answered fast, hoping the girl would take the hint and go away.

"No, you're not. Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid and I don't like it when people lie to me." Again her footsteps came closer. "Let me see."

Sands felt a hand on his jaw. Immediately he back off. "What the fuck is wrong with you! I tolt you I was finn!"

"Stop being a baby for five minutes!" It's sounded sharp out of the darkness. "Trust me for ones, en let me see!"

Two voices started to argue in his head. One kind voice told him to trust the girl. One other loud, mean voice told him to shoot the girl and burn the house down. He didn't like the second voice, it was to pushing and forcing.

He was tired, he wanted to be alone and sleep and dream, what mend seeing stuff. So if that meant to scare the shit out the girl by putting his glasses of, that would be fin with him.

Slowly he removed his sunglass off. Any second now there would be a big 'AAAAH, FREAK! I'M GOING TO THROW UP' sound and the girl would run away. She would be right tow. He was a freak, always bin, now just easier to recognize.

Only there didn't came a scream, or a vomiting sound. He felt her weight moving close to him and body heat. SHIT, why was she still here? And WHY so fucking close! He didn't want to admit it to himself, but right now he was scared.

"You're sockets are very inflame and swollen." She whispered.

He felt a soft touch just above his cheek.

"Do you feel this!" She asked softly.

Quick Sands turned his head. It felt like she was sticking a knife in his skull. "Yes." He answered numb.

"Okay, wait where, I'm back in a sec." Footsteps hurried away.

Sands relaxed and took a relieved breathe. This wasn't so bad. She didn't treat him like a freak, ore screamed when she saw his face.

After a few second the girl was back and stood next to him. "Lie down and relax, this will sting a little but will help against the swelling and infections." Sands lied down and tried not to scream when she touched him. His hand turned into fist. If this would take mats longer he would-

Slowly the pain flew away. Sands field relieved and eased. The itching around his sockets where minimum. He grinned. "So that was al! I thought you said something about sting. This didn't hurt a bit!"

"Good." The girl said. "Cause I have to do that again."

Sands' smile disappeared. "Thanks for telling me, I feel so relieved right now…" He turned his head to the other side and hope the girl would go now he was 'better'.

But she had some other plans. She was still close to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. " Did you recently bumped into something? Because you got one big bump above you're right eyebrow."

Sands remember the first five minutes after the 'operation'. He had found the little boy, let him guide him and smacked his head against some low balcony. Right then he forced his body to walk further, but now the girl mention it, it hurt bad. He nodded.

"Then you might have a light brain-concussion. Do you feel dizzy ore something?" She asked.

"Uhuh." Was the only thing Sands could said. Was it so hard to understand that he wanted to be alone? And NOT getting torture by dozens of questions!

"I think the best thing we can do is to drive to a hospital tomorrow morning. You are in a bad condition and there isn't mats I can do."

After the word 'hospital' Sands immediately sit up. "I NOT going to any hospital! I'm not sick, maybe a little hurt, but NOT sick!"

The girl pushed him back on the bed. "Tjeez, relax, it's just a suggestion! What's you're problems with hospitals anyway!"

Flashback

White walls, White floors, White men everywhere. Slowly he walked down a hall not knowing what to expect. Who had happened to her? Why was she here? She wasn't sick, and this place was only for sick people. People who would die soon. He didn't like it here, he wanted to go back home, back to his safe room, play with his toys and let her make chocolate milk for him, like she always did if he was a good boy.

"Sheldon Sands!" A voice spook to him. Quickly he turned around to see a white man behind him. "Y-yes?" He answered not knowing what to expect.

"Sheldon, I have some bad news fore you…"

End Flashback.

"Hello? Am I talking to my dog or something! Could you please act like you're still alive? It's scary if you just lie still like that!"

Slowly he shook his head. "Stupid flashback." He whispered.

"What did you say?" The girl asked curios.

He rubbed his head. Shit, did he say that out loud? "Nothing, just, never mind." He picked his sunglass up and wanted to put it back on. But the girl stopped him.

"You can better sleep without that thing to night. You might damage something… more. Wait for a moment." For a moment the only sound he could heard was the sound of ripping clothes.

"I'll tie this around you're head, and don't worry it isn't pink or fluffy. It's black I swear on pain of death." Carefully she bounded the soft material around his head. "So, that should do the trick."

"Uhu." Was the only thing he could say. He felt ashamed. He was never the type that need help. He was always the guy how would take care of things. He liked it that way, being in control. Having the power, with meant being safe.

Slowly he pushed the girl away.

"What wrong? Did I hurt you ore something?" She asked quick.

"No, it's just…"He didn't know what to answer. "I'm finn."

"Alrighty then." She jumped of the bed and walked away.

Confused Sands tried to get up. "Where are you going?"

It was silent for a couple of seconds. "I'm… going to feed Killerbee."

He took enough with the answered and footsteps hurried away. He kicked his shoes out, pulled out his t-shirt and carefully removed his half ripped pants. With only his boxer on he laid back on the bed. He felt so mats better. Not only because his sockets stopped itching, but also because the girl didn't react like he was a freak. He wondered if he still looked hot with his sunglasses on.

Familiar footsteps came near. Strangely that you could recognize someone 's steps. He never know that. Off course that wasn't so strange. What lunatic would listen to footstep if you could turn around and look them in the face. FUCKING BLINDNESS!

Suddenly she stopped walking right in front of the bed. "You're ganna sleep like that!" She asked disturbed.

He looked up. "Well, yeah, actually. Sleeping when you're wearing leather pants when its one hundred and thirteen degrees isn't suds a good idea if I may say so." He grinded. "Or do you have a problem with this!"

"Well, sarcastic bastard, if you're stepfather like you to mats sins you where fourteen, it isn't so tempting to lie next to a half naked guy, capise!" Her voice sounded angry, but with a scared undertone. Odd you didn't need eye's to know exactly what somebody was thinking.

"Owh ,right." Was his 'brilliant' answer. He grabbed his T-shirt from next to the bed and pulled it back on. "Better?"

"I'll gess." She answered coldly. Sands felt weight movement on the bed and he know the girl was lying on the edge of the bed. "If you try to do something." Her voice try to sound threading but was nervous. " I'm mean anything… I have a gun right next to me… and… I swear, I know how to use it!"

Sands only nodded. He didn't blame the girl, she had absolutely no rezone to trust him. He turned so he was lie with his back to the girl. At the same time he heard breathing relax. He turned a little back to look in her direction.

She was with no dough the craziest chick alive. Sleeping in lesser the a minute next to some fucked up killer. He sight. He wonder if she trusted him a little. If she did she had to cut that out. He would kill her as soon as he was safe back in a city.

But what would he do next? Go back to the U.S? To the CIA? If he did, they would probably lock him up in a mental institution for the rest of his life. He could see himself sitting in a straightjacket, drugged with medication mumbling about talking to Santa Claus.

Quick he shook the horribly thought away. Maybe the best thing he could do was stick with the girl, until he had a plan.

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Lizz woke up in the middle of a dream. She had dream she got wings and flew higher and higher. Until she felt save. She looked over the Mexican country. Everything looked so calm and peaceful. Suddenly some one was shouting at her. She tried to fly away but realized her wings disappeared. She started to fall down. The world came closer and closer.

BHAM

She woke up next to the bed. She rubbed her head and stud up. It took a few seconds to get used to the dark. To her surprise Sands' side of the bed was empty. Without further thinking she picked up her gun and checked the ammo.

Silently she walked further into the room. Still no Sands. Where was he up to? IF he was trying to scare her, it was working. SHIT! Where was he? A blind tortured man can't just walk away, can he? Maybe he did. If he could kill men without vision he probably could do this to.

Suddenly she felt cold are in he neck. She turned around and saw him sitting in the window-frame. "What on earth are you doing!" She whispered.

It took him a moment to respond. He turned a little so he looked at her. "Couldn't sleep, needed fresh air."

"Couldn't sleep two." She explained. He grinned a little and turned back. Somehow seemed he looked to the stars.

Lizz walked a little bit closer to him. "How did you know there was a window?"

His right hand turned into a fist. "Christ! If some one is blind I doesn't naturally means his stupid."

"I didn't say you were stupid, I just asked how you did find the window." She said, knowing she had to watch her step.

He relaxed a little. "I followed the wind. I figure this was a old farm, so the windows wouldn't close good anymore. I CAN take care of myself you know!"

She nodded. "I know, never doubted that."

Crappy ending again. But I wanted to finish this chp before going to school. I'm sure some words or lines will be wrong. Spare me for that please.

sígame, yo le mostraré mi casa: follow me, I will show you my house

Deberá acostarse bien? Nosotros nos somos cansados muy: Is it alright to go to bed? We are very tired

Sí, pero usted no quiere comer primero: Yes, but wouldn't you like to eat something first?

Anyway thanks for reading and PLEASE do review. Every time I'm posting a chap of this story and think it sucks. So if it really, I mean REALLY sucks please try to tell me, in a nice way.

Luvzzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.