Dunno if I have to warn for this but it isn't going to be a happy-chap. Pretty dark. Little flashback for Sands yought, not much but enough.
Chapter 7)Daydreaming.
Waking up was the worsted moment of the day. It was the moment his dream, the images disappeared and got replaced for eternal darkness. Every morning it scared the living shit out of him to see the people, the places just… disappeared. Not that his dream were very fun. Reliving the three minutes of unbearable pain EVERY GODDAMME NIGHT, getting tortured by his past. Not very comforting…
But sometimes he dreamed pleasant things. Things he always had taken fore granted. Going to a bar, looking at a good-looking niña. Or walking over the local market, looking at the goods, at the houses. He missend that the most. And every morning he realised that again.
This morning was just like that. Slowly he woke up, his mind screaming something wrong, no sight, NO SIGHT!. His body sore, covered of bruises, cuts and bullet-wounds. Disappointed he try to sense where he was.
A warm Mexican breeze stoke over hise face. Owh, fuck he fallen asleep in the window-frame. Very smart. IF some one wanted to kill him he has open target. Again finked the thought in he head: Would dyeing be a bad thing? Quick he hushed the thought and stepped back in the room. But the toughed wasn't finished yet. Sheldon, think, would dyeing be a bad idea? What have he left to live fore sick little piece of…
"SHUT UP!" Sands screamed, holding his head with his hands. CHRIST was it so much to let him be? He stood in this position for a minute, after that he listed hard. It was gone. He sighted in relieve. Good thing the girl didn't see this.
Cursing himself for using the word SEE again he walked to the bed. Never mind her, she wasn't imported to worry about. He wippend the sweat of his forehead. How could she sleep in here? Even with the window whole night open it was a sauna in here.
He reached the bed looking fore his pants, or what was left of them. His hand explored the floor, feeling his T-shirt, his shoes and finally his pant. HE.WAS.GOOD. Even without his eye's he could find his own clothes. A little step forward to independency!
Filled with joy he putted his pants on. The leather material made him feel like the REAL CIA cop he had bin.
WAS! He still was!
And don't let anyone say the deferens! He was still very dangerous. even without vision he killed ten men, no wait, twelve!
Maybe he had a little help from the girl, but HE DID IT! She was only his eye's nothing more. And she helped him escape from her house, and drove the car, and fixed them a rid, and tended his wounds.
Now he was thinking about it, he hadn't done a god dame think. Yes, shooting like madmen, but nothing more. His smirk disappeared. Where was she anyway?
He sat silent on the bed and tried to focus. It remained silent in the room. Not a single sound, only his own breathing. I didn't make any sense. He couldn't remember a moment when she left him without telling where she went. Well, on time she did when he made he cry.
So where was she? And where was the fucking fluff-dog? He didn't heard the dog either.
He stood up and walked across the room to the bathroom. He opened the door and yelled her name a couple of times. But no answer. Sands started to get annoyed. WHERE WAS SHE! Maybe she run away when he as asleep.
No, that wasn't a very smart move. 'Gansters' where hunting her, and he was the only on how could kill them. She wasn't that stupid to run away from the only guy how could protect her.
He closed the bathroom-door again and asked himself what was the most logical explanation for her disappears.
Then he heard a soft ticking sound. What the fuck was that? He listend again. It sounded like it came for the wall. Slowly he touched the wall. He took a few steps and fled a door-handle. There was another room! She didn't tell him that…
Without thinking he opened the door and walked inside. "HEY, GIRLY YOU'RE HERE!"
The ticking sound stopped. "Y-yeah, im here."
Something was wrong with here voice. Something was VERY WRONG, but he couldn't tell WHAT was wrong.
"What the fuck is going on! Why didn't you tell me there was another room here! Why didn't you answered me when I called you! And WHAT THE HELL are you doing!" Sands screamed furious.
"N-nothing important, just typing some stuff on my laptop. C-checking my email. N-nothing else!" Here breathing accelerated when she spook as if something frightened here. And her voice sounded WAY to shivery. Something was defiantly wrong, but what!
Carefully he took another step into the room.
"No, don't!" She said quick. "DON'T walk any furter!"
Immediately he stopped walking.
"Don't" She said again. "Sands, could you please get me something from my bag? I mean a cd disk. It's VERY important, and I REALLY need it now. Please, GET IT!"
Sands nodded. Every idiot could tell she didn't needed a disk. He stood total silence. He focused on the sounds in the room, but couldn't hear anything else expect from his breathing, and the girl's. "Sure, I'll get you you're disk. No problem."
Slowly he walked back to the door. Every step he had the feeling someone would stab him in his back. When he reached the door he listened again. Still nothing.
He walked to here side of the bed and sat down on his knees. He felt around the bed found clothes, half-eaten snickers, small screws, a walled and finally a bag. He reached into the bag and felt could metal. No doubt, a gun. So there WAS some-one else in the room…
"Fuck ,fuck ,fuck" He whispered. Very silently he stood up, putting the gun in his belt on the right side.
Again, only this time very alert, he walked to the door. He stay standing in the doorway. "Eyh, girly, what time is it?" Praying she would GET the hint.
He heard her sight. "I-it's exactly two o'clock!"
He smirked. "Thanks sweetheart." Fast he pulled his gun and shoot.
"SHIT!" a frightened men voice shouted.
Sands smirk grow bigger and looked at his direction. " Men, you are a stupid one!" Immediately he pulled the trigger again, and again.
The guy was screaming and tried to pull his gun too, but failed. The girl was screaming, bullets flew everywhere, glass form the laptop smashed into pieces. But Sands didn't care. He kept shooting untill his gun was emty.
Not knowing what he would do next he stood in the middle of the mess he made. Everything got silent except for the sobbing girl and his own heavily breathing. The guy COULD be dead. But the bastard also could remain very silent. The fucker knew he as blind.
"Hey, girl, is that guy dead! He spook trying to make his voice stop trembling. His legs started to shake and his head hurt like hell. Memo to myself: Pain and stress not a good mix.
After a few second there was still no answer, except for the sobbing. He started to get VERY pissed off. Was it so FUCKING HARD to just answer a question! He was risking his sorry life for her! So answering was the least she could do!
"I asked you a question, ANSWER GODDAMME IT!" He scream frustrated.
She started t cry. "YES, HE'S DEAD ALRIGHT! Now go away and leave me ALONE! You men are all the same! Always hurting ,screaming , beating and killing!" She tried to get her breathing under control. "That bastard killed Killerbee! She was just a little puppy…"
Sands threw if gun on the floor. He stroke through his hair. He didn't know how the react. Sheldon, leave that slut alone. Walk away, find a loaded a gun and shoot her. She nothing. YOU HEAR ME! NOTHING! She will leave you anyway… It was the sarcastic demanding voice he hated, but was always there.
But there was still another voice. A voice he tried to gag. He was ashamed of that voice. It was to caring and sweet. Don't stand there like that, go help that poor girl. Did you forget how you felt, being there alone? With no one to talk to, with no one how would care for you? Did you forget what it was when he-
He held his head with his hands. "Please, don't!" He whispered.
The other voice came back. This time louder, colder. Don't be so dam pityfull, she just a girl! A stupid girl! And what did I tell you about girls! THERE. ALL. BAD! THEY. WILL.ALL. LEAVE.YOU! Just like you're mommy and all the girl's you dated. Sooner ore later everyone leaves you. And you know why? Because you're WEAK, Sheldon, WEAK! He could almost feel the punch in his face. YOU'RE SO WEAK…
NEVER SHOW YOU'RE WEAKNESS.
But Sands didn't feel weak, not anymore. Not since the day he killed his first men, his daddy-o. The big fuckmook himself. The bad evil man how had made him feel his whole goddame life.
Who had hurt him. Until he turned eighteen until he bought a pair of black leather glows. Until he pulled the trigger with a sarcastic smile on his face, looking at his dead father knowing that he wouldn't be the last guy he would kill.
And the strangest thing was he hadn't felt ANY regret or guild. He had felt relieved and some sick kind of happiness. Form that moment he known he could take care of himself. He had to. And he WOULD. He would never feel weak again. NEVER!
Slowly Sands came back to earth. "Those flashback's. Those fucking flashbacks…"
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