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Disclame: Yes ever chap I forget to do this. Well, the real rezone is I HATE to say this. But before Disney sows me here it goose: I don't any thing from OUATIM not Sands, no nothing.
Note) This chap has very many POV changes. I don't know if it's clear who's who. If not tell me.
Warning) theirs a little flashback frome Sands past. It's not a very nice one, so if you don't like it, stop reading it.
And yes, the title is lame, I know…
Chapter 10) The power of the past.
Lizz stopped sobbing. Frightened she looked from her dead dog to the dead man how is still bleeding. The guy looked back at her with hollow eyes. Her stomach started to come up. quickly she looked away, at Sands.
"I hated you!" She manages to say.
He didn't move but started smirking. "Like I care."
She bit her lip, again tears filled here eye's. "This is al YOU'RE fault! I wish I'd never found you!"
He took a package of cigarettes from pocket, lighted on and started smoking. "That make two of us." And he walked away.
Furious Lizz run after him. " YOU BASTARD, BECAUSE OF YOU I LOST MY HOUSE,MY SAFTY AND MY DOG! YOU FUCKING…" She stopped screaming and looked at the living room door. It was half open and covert with blood. "O my god…"
"What? What wrong!" She got Sands attention. He pulled his gun. "Say something!"
Lizz couldn't answer, only look. Slowly she walked to the door. She didn't want to see what was behind it, but she had to. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then she opened the door.
Blood covert the carpet, the chair and pieces of the wall. On the ground lied the old women wearing a white dress, now red. Shoot three times. In the back, the coward. Against the wall was the man, on hand on his heart one on a pistol, trying to defend his wife and himself. Shot in his temple. Blood was dripping out of his mouth.
Lizz stood there, holding herself to the door. She was in total shook. It wasn't like she never seen a dead body, but this, this was to…to, she couldn't find words to describe this.
Her legs failed her and she dropped on her knees, tears run down her face. "My god…" A sick feeling filled her stomach. "Owh, fuck… this is my fault, all my fault…"
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. "What's going on!" Sands asked forcing holding a gun in his other hand. "What the fuck is going on! SAY SOMETHING!" His grip went more powerful.
Lizz looked at Sands for a moment. Again the whole sad puppy from last night was gone. The big bad was back, now pointing a gun at her. Most people would shitting there pant right now, but Lizz wasn't one of those people. She felt to guilty and lost right now.
"There dead, and it's my fault." She started to cry incapable of stopping. She didn't care Sands would make fun of her. "It's my fault, they helped me and because of me there DEAD!" She held her hands for her face. "My fault…"
"Yes,yes, you're a very bad girl." Sands said sounding annoyed. He pointed the gun at her head. "Now, find the car keys."
Lizz didn't even mind looking at the gun, here eye's only looked at his dark sunglasses. "Who can you be so cold and cruel! These people helped us! If it wasn't for them we would died!"
Sands grinded. "Honey, do I LOOK like I care!"
That was enough! Who dared he be so careless about those people! She pulled loose from his grip gave him a push so the gun wasn't aiming at her and slapped him in the face. Sands dropped his gun and took a step back.
Sands was just as surprise of her action as Lizz herself. Sands turned to her. "Owh, luv, you are ganna regret this!"
Fast he bend down feeling around for his gun. Lizz came out of her shook and jump at the gun. But before she hit the ground Sands hands found the gun. Everything went very quick after that.
Sands pointed the gun against her temple. He smiled devilish. "Girly,girly, you should know by now NEVER mess with me!" With his left hand he grabbed her jaw. "UP!" And without waiting for a answer he dragged her up her feet.
"No, be so kind and look for the carkeys." Sands asked very sweet. Lizz didn't feel very much to search the entire house but looking at the alternative…
"S-so, where should I look?" Lizz asked frightened by the look on Sands face.
"Most, people have there carkeys in there pocket, so think where should the hillbilly farmer keep his key's!" It wasn't a question to her but a order. He dragger her to the dead farmer. Lizz started to scream. Only the taught touching the man made here sick.
"No freaking way, I'm touched THAT guy!" She tried to slip out of Sands grip.
"Honey, you don't have a choice. If you don't do what I say, I'll shoot you." He pointed the gun harder against her head.
Lizz rolled her eyes. "Try me! If you shoot me now, you're here alone, what means you won't get out of this house, with means you'll have to wait fore my dear stepdaddy, or the cops. THINK five dead body's around you, you're fingerprints on the gun, and well, whole Mexico knows you like killing." Lizz laugh. "Even I wouldn't be so stupid!"
Sands hissed something under his breath, probably something mean and nasty. Lizz couldn't help to look at Sands with a smile, this time she won!
Then Sands face lighted. " Listen ,luv, if I killed you, you would be relieved." The evil smile returned.
"Where are you up to!" Lizz asked frowning.
Within a second Sands turned her arm behind her back. He bend his head to her ear. "I'm trained by the CIA, I can make people do anything if I want…" He whispered.
Lizz turned her head a little to look him in the face. SHIT, he mend it. A terrifying feeling filled her stomach. She tried to kicked him an pulled here arm loose, but he started laugh and twisted her arm even more.
"Honey, c'mon, you can't win from me. So be a nice girly and get the key's. Or else I might have to break you're arm, and we won't want that right!" Again, this wasn't a question but a order.
This time Lizz decided to listen to the now very scary looking CIA cop. Slowly she reached out to the dead men's pocket. Owh, my god this is so totally gross! Quick she felt in the left pocket. Nothing. Owh, shit now I have to look in the other one to. Lizz reached further over the man and still looked away.
"What's thanking so long!" Sands spook sounding very impatient.
She ignored him and felt in the other pocket. A key. Thank god! She pulled the key out of the pocket. Sands heard the jingling sound. "Good girl." He dragged her back up her feet. "Walk to the door, where going out."
Lizz didn't move a ins. No way she was going, she wanted to call the police. Yeah, that would be a good idea. She would explain everything, probably have to live in a institute for young criminals but at least she would be safe.
Sands ,to bad, hade other plans. "Where are you waiting for, MOVE!" He pushed her forwards. "C'mon walk!" Again he twisted her arm a little more and ticked the gun against her head.
Lizz sighted. Well, so much for being a gentleman. Very ,very slowly she walked to the door and opened it. "So, where to go now?"
"What do you think? The car of course! Christ from all the people in the world I'll get dropped with you!" Angrily he pushed her further.
"Yeah, that because I was the ONLY one who cared to help you!" Lizz snapped back, not letting him win.
"I didn't asked for that. You could have left me you knew. Would have made things a lot better for us both!" He answered back sounding very angrily.
"Finn, next time I SEE some one needing help I'll leave him to die okay!" She smiled when his face paled after the word SEE.
"Finn, no move!" He pushed her hard. Lizz desperately wanted to kick him but restrained herself. Pissing him off even more would become dangerous. No, after the word SEE she had to leave it fore a bit.
She reached the car. It was a old dark blue jeep covert with dirt and sheepshit.She rolled her eyes, just the dream car she wanted. "Where here." She explained after seeing his interrogative look.
"Good, get in. And don't even think about running away. I'll shoot you if you try." He felt around and opened the door. "You drive."
No really? She taught. She also opened the door and started the car. Sands stepped in and aimed the gun at her. "Drive!"
Lizz rolled her eyes. Jesus, will this guy ever stop! She putted the car in its reverse drove a little bit back, until the road. "So where are we going?" She asked very carefully.
"Don't care, somewhere very far from here, I need to think."
Lizz glared at him. Wonderful he didn't even HAD a plan. Let's get the things straight. I'm sitting here, in a stolen car, with a guy who is blind, pissed off and loves to kill people. Could this be worst? She thought fore a moment. Owh, yes, the guy is still pointing a gun at my head, so I'm a hostage to. And the two of us are completely silent. In movies that mostly means that one of the two is plotting a murder, and because I'm the only other person in this fucking desert, I'll be dead if I don't say something soon.
"Can I turn the radio on?" Lizz asked polite. It wasn't a very brilliant thing to asked but heh, what would you ask Sands?
"No, you just shut up, don't ask stupid questions and drive." With on hand he scratched his neck and with the other one he pointed the gun at back at her direction.
Lizz didn't look at the gun but focused on the road. This was going to be a boring rid, she almost hoped the 'gangsters' would find them. Not even music and nothing to see except for sand, rocks and… well that was it really.
She start tapping on the wheel with her fingers on the music of
Un, dos tris Mariafrom Ricky Martin.
"CUT THAT OUT!" Sands jelled after the first chorus.
"Screw you!" Lizz jelled back.
Sands eyebrows frond, mostly that mend run now you still can. "Sut the fuck up, sugerbutts, or I'll-"
"-Yes,yes, shoot me. I knew, it's hard to forget when you remind me EVERY FUCKING MINUT!" Lizz gave a pull on the wheel till they reached the sand. "Now you listen to ME! You stop calling me suggerbuts ,luv, girly ore any other stupid nickname! My name is LIZZ. And stop treating me with horrible deaths. So put that FUCKING GUN AWAY or get out of the car!"
She clutched her fingers around the wheel and closed her eyes. He was SO going to shoot her now. She heard the clicking of a gun and looked up. Owh shit,shit,shit,shit.
But to her big surprise he didn't blow her head of, just stared at her. If you can call that staring…
"Finn, LIZZ." He finally said, trying to let 'Lizz' sound so annoyed as possible. He putted his gun back between his belt. " You drive, no music, no ticking, no talking, no rolling with you're eye's, no nothing. I want to heard what's happening. Understood!"
Lizz could throw a party right now. "Yes, understood."
"Great within a second you broke rule number three." He looked angry at her.
Lizz sighted. This was going to be a long, LONG ride…
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Finally after two and a half hour in total silent Lizz saw a gas station compiled with a small restaurant. She pulled over and immediately Sands was alert. "What's going on? Where ware we? Why did you stop! Did I tell you to stop! No didn't think so, DRIVE!"
"Where almost out of gas, and I'm starving 'cause SOMEBODY told the nice farmer we already ate. So you can stay sitting here, playing the game I-HATE-LIFE, but I'm going to eat something." She opened the car door and stepped out.
Strangely, but true Sands did the same, only looking a lot crankier. She reached for his hand to guide him, but he pulled back. "I can walk myself, you just tell me where we are."
Lizz raised a eyebrow but didn't say anything. She took a few steps and looked over her shoulder. Sands stood still and listened to her steps. She smiled and walked to the restaurant, Sands followed without falling, shouting ore yelling.
"What does the restaurant look like?" Sands asked before Lizz could open the door.
She looked inside. " Cheap, crappy, old, small, four people eating, two serving and in the back is one cooking. The table stand in a straight line, so you can't bump into anything."
Sands slowly nodded. " 'Kay lets go."
They went in and Lizz looked for the least fitly table. "You can sit down, you right in front of the table. He nodded again and sat down.
A waitress walked to them with a menu. Lizz thank her polite and Sands mumbled something. After a few minutes the waitress returned. Sands handed her his menu. "puerco bible." He ordered.
Yes, of course order the most expensive meal on the menu. "trepe el huevo, please." The waitress wrote it down, thanked and walked to the kitchen.
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Sands started to get pissed off. It was fucking hot in the restaurant and he had the feeling some one was watching him. And that started to get on his nerves. Maybe it would be fun to shoot some one, just to see… heard there reaction. But than some one would probable call the cops. No, shooting had to wait.
FINALY dinner arrived. He mumbled something nasty at the waitress knowing she didn't understood him or could hear him.
"Don't be so rude." The girl, or 'Lizz' as she preferred, hissed to him. He turned to her. " Shut up." He answered. She was so god damn annoying, to bad she had so much money, so he couldn't let her go.
Sure Sheldon, THAT'S the rezone you stick around with her… He could almost hear him smirk. Shut up, what other rezone do I have to stay with her? Well, you don't have anywhere to go to, anything to live fore so you stay with her. You scared to think of that, aren't you? Scared to be helpless and alone… Sands clenched his fist. FUCK YOU! I'm not helpless and I don't need you're fucking opinion, OR you're fucked up comments OR even you're voice. Go bug some one else.
Tsk,tsk, Sheldon that's not nice to say. But I understand… the truth can be a bitch. "Shut up." He whispered. "I'll swear on more word and I'll cut you out of me."
Sure take the cowards way out of this. It's not my fault you can't handle the truth…
"SHUT UP!" He jumped up, knowing the who restaurant was looking at him. But right now he didn't fucking care. "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He smacked himself against the head. When he did that dragged along his dinner plate.
A smashing sound filled the are around him. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. A shiver went throw is entire body. "O god I'm sorry…" He was standing in the middle of the restaurant and people were staring at him, whispering over him.
But he didn't care. He broke a plate…
Some one was talking to him, touching him. Old memories came back, memory's he wised never to remember.
Flashback.
He tried not to make a sound, not to make a unexpected move. Not to be noticed. He tried to breath so silently as possible. It was hard to breathe and it hurt very ,very bad.
But he wouldn't complain or even talk about it. That would be suicide. Hopefully it would go away itself. But what IF one of his ribs where broken?
Don't think Sheldon! He forced himself. Just do de dishes, and be careful! Slowly he reached into the sink. Hot water connected with his still half frozen fingers. He bit his bottom lip. One tear rolled over his cheek. This hurt so much!
Carefully he pulled a plate out of the hot burning water. His hand tremble a little. Why did he had to be so uncareful? Asking about Christmas, what was he thinking!
He had bin tied-up against the tree in the back-yard for the rest of the day. When he stood there in the cold snow, looking at the dark night full of stars, he wondered why Santa always forgot his presents.
Was he really a bad chicken-shit boy like the bad evil man always told him? But what, is he was, did he do so wrong? He never hurt some one, always cleaned his room and always did his homework.
Well, sometimes he didn't, but only if his hand hurt to much.
Again tears filled his eight year old eyes. Quickly he wiped them away. If the bad evil man saw him standing like this he would be furious. The bad evil man HATED it if he acted so girley. So Sheldon didn't cried anymore, on the outside.
He looked at his fingertips. They were still a little bit blue, but he would be okay. He smiled. Yes, he would be okay. He would do the dishes like a good boy and go to bed. Tomorrow school would started again. So he could be safe for at leased six hours, seven if he walked back trough the park. His smile grow bigger. Yes, he would walk back trough the park and-
His hand tremble again and the plate slip throw his fingers. He tried to grape it again, really he tried, but the plate was quicker
The plate landed on the kitchen floor, smashing in to hundred pieces. Horrified he looked at the broke plate.
In the living room the TV switched off and a chair shoved loudly over the floor. Before he knew it two big strong hands where around his shoulders pushing him against the wall.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" A fist hit his belly. He tried not to scream, that would make everything even worse. " ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS THE DISHES, IS THAT SO GOD DAMN HARD!" Another fist hit his belly. He collapsed, but the fist weren't finished jet. "YOU'RE WORTHELESS, YOU KNOW THAT! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK! I THINK YOU DO THIS ALL ON PURPOSE! TO PISS ME OFF!" A hand smacked against his face. His nose stated to bleed and he cried out in pain. "SHUT THE FUCK UP CRY BABY!" He tried to protect his face, or else he couldn't go to school tomorrow, and he wanted so desperately to get out of here. But nothing seemed to help…
Finally after almost passing out, it was over. The bad evil man left him lying on the floor, grabbed a beer and walked back in to the living room to watch football.
Only after he hear to TV turned on he dared to sob. He tried to get up. He HAD to go away, he HAD to get to his room. If the bad evil man would find him heard ,when he walked back fore another beer, it would all started over again.
Slowly he stood up holding himself against the wall. Everything started spinning. He felt like throwing up. He walked silently throw the hall and reached his room. Slowly ,heavily supporting against the wall, he opened the door and walked in.
After closing the door he stumbled to his bed and curled up like a ball. Holding the tears back was hopeless. Why did he break that plate? Why didn't he bin more careful? And WHY did the bad evil man hate him so much, was he that bad!
End flashback.
Lizz stared at the pale agent. She shook him a little. "Hello? Could you please say something?" She whispered. "Really, it's no big deal I'll pay the plate. But could you PLEASE act like you're sane? You scaring me and the whole restaurant is staring at us." She touched his shoulder. "HELLO!"
He shook his head and it looked like he finally notes her. Fast he grabbed her arm. "DON'T touched me!"
Lizz tried to pull her arm loos, but the CIA agent held her to firm.
"DON'T touched me!" He spook again with a low dangerous tone.
Her mind warned her to take him serious this time. His voice, it sounded like a animal trapped in a corner. "Finn, I 'don't touch you' and you let me go, sounds like a good deal to me, right!" She tried to sounds as calm as possible, and thank god, his grip on her arm eased.
"Is there something wrong!" Lizz nearly got a heard attack when the manger form the restaurant stood next to her from out off nowhere.
She smiled a enormous fake smile. "No, no problemos senõre."
The manger looked from her to Sands and frowned. "I'm sorry but you two have to leave this restaurant.
Lizz, being glade the man didn't call the cops nodded quick. But Sands wasn't in the mood to listen. " What did you say fuckmook!" He pulled his gun and aimed at the man's head. "I pay to sit here, and now you telling me to get out! What lousy serves is THAT!"
"Sands, let the guy go." Lizz asked, like she was talked to a little kid and not to a clearly insane CIA agent with a desire of killing people. " C'mon let's go, we still have to think of a plan, and this food sucks anyhow."
Sands stood there still aiming his gun, still looking dreadful dangerous. After what seemed forever he putted his gun back. "Mister, you don't know how lucky you are…" He looked at Lizz. "Let's go."
Lizz sighted relieved. He holed his arm and walked to the door.
To bad, the manger wasn't a smart person. "Wait señor, you didn't pay yet!"
Sands stopped walking, and turned around. Lizz let his arm go, knowing this was going to be bad.
"What did you say, fuckmook! I didn't pay!" he slapped himself against the head. "Owh, sorry that right, how could I forget!" Fast he pulled his gun, pulled the trigger and shoot the guy right in the face. "And don't forget the tip." He started to shoot around him.
The poor people in the restaurant ducked under the tables and the waitresses started to scream. Bottle smashed into pieces, chairs broke and flow around.
After his gun went empty he grinned evil. "Adios amigos!"
Lizz looked with wide eyes at the mess, cursing the dead manger for being so enormous stupid.
"Let's go Lizzy-O." He started to laugh insane. "We've a lot to think about!"
I'm very very very sorry for not posting so long. It took me a wiled to writhe this chap and I wanted to be good. It's my longest chap I believe and I hope you like it. I hope the flashback wasn't to lame, 'caus Sands is a sad little kid and all. I wanted to show that Sands wasn't a big bastard his whole live but is made to be a bastard. ( I myself don't believe 'bad' persons be born bad, I think 'bad' persons are made bad by in this case parents).
But I made it up by the whole shooting the manger think, I hope.
Please revieuw, 'cause the writhing goose a lot faster that way.
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow
-TBC-