Chapter 12) Secret revealed.

"This can't be that hard, right!" Sands question himself while walking down the hallway. I just have to walk straight. That's all. And count the steps, and try not to bump into some one. Maybe this was going to be allot harder then he thought it would be. But he had to do this. If he failed now, he would be helpless forever. And there was no fucking way he would let that happen to him!

Just keep walking, just keep walking. He told himself. Nothing can go wrong.

No...nothing can wrong if you're around, fucker… The voice said sarcastically.

Could you please leave! I have had it with you! Don't you have anything better to do!

No not really, and watching you screw up it pretty fun…

Oh, go fuck yourself! I'm in the middle of something important. Okay!

Oh, I'm so sorry. How could I forget how hard it is to baby-sit a girl and find a telephone! On the other hand, without eyes it could get fucking funny.

Sands decided to ignore him. He must be around the counter. "Hello?" He asked trying to hear if some one was around.

"Buenos, señor, you're American?" A man said, probably the guy who rent them the room. Sands cursed himself for speaking in English. The less the guy knew about him, the better.

"Yes, I'm American." He answered briefly. "Is there a phone I could use?"

"Of course, señor, you can use that phone." The guy said, probably pointing to a phone.

Sands tensed. SHIT! Where should he walk to? Frome what way did he come from? Was that guy still looking at him? Where was he!

Look who's messing up now…

SHUT UP!

"Señor? Is there something wrong? Do you still want to us the phone?"

That's it...I'm gonna freak out! He thought.

"No, he still want's to us the phone, he just didn't see the phone." A
familiar girly voice sad, right behind hem. "It's right there." She grabbed his arm and dragged him to a small table. "Here's the phone." She placed his hand on it.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Sands whispered angrily.

"Saving your ass and looking for a descent toilet, WITH NO DEAD RATS ON THE FLOOR!" She yelled to the manger. "Anyways, you go do your calling thingy and I'm going to pee. You remember where our room is?"

On day I'm going to hit her, Sands promised himself. But not right now. "Yeah, I know where our room is."

"Good, then I'm going, have fun calling." She patted on his shoulder and walked away.

Saved by a toddler, again, look who's the CIA agent now…

"Fuck you." He sad, dyling a number. Which is a lot harder when you
can't see the numbers.

He grinned when he heard a hurried 'hello'. "Hello, Daily, and how are you…"

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Lizz found out that when you smacked the TV three times on the left side it would change channel. She was lying on the least mouldy bed and watching Friends, one of the few American series that was also in Mexico. After half a hour she was starting to think about Sands. What was he doing? Only girls talk this long! She tried to picture Sands in a mini skirt, high heels and lipstick. She started smirking, good thing he couldn't see what she was thinking right now.

Lizz was almost falling asleep when the door opened. Lazy Lizz opened her eyes and saw Sands, standing in the doorway. "Do you know what time it is?" She asked.

"No I don't, I can't see, is that so hard to remember!" He sighed. "Stupid little brat…" After that he mumbles several other words. Lizz rolled her eyes.

"So when you're done calling me names like a little kid, can you
please be so kind as to tell me what took you so freaking long!"

He frowned. "Can you fucking stop playing mom? Don't forget you're the little kid here, and I'm the killer!"

Lizz made a face. "Whatever, so who did you call?"

He walked through the room feeling around for the other bed and sat down. "I called an old colleague of mine. He owed me big time, so I, well let's just say that I convinced him to help me." He sad with a evil grin on his face.

"Let me guess, you didn't ask him politely."

"No, not quite." Sands pulled out his gun and reloaded it. " Let's just say I found out some stuff about his personal life when I was working with him. Some things that could screw up his whole career. But I kept my mouth shut, the good person that I am."

"Yeah, you should get a medal." Lizz snored. " So when is he coming?"

"Are you that stupid!" Sands snapped. "He's not coming
this way! We're going his way. Didn't you learn anything? It's all about
control, Lizzy-o. If he knows where we are he has the power. So we're going to a public place. We're going to a local bar, so dress slutty, or else you won't get in because you look to young."

Her mouth dropped. "You're kidding right! I didn't run away so other guys can drool over me! I'm not going!"

Sands clicked his gun shut. "Luv, I don't think you understand. You don't have a choice…"

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"You have no idea how much I hate you right now!" Lizz hissed looking
away, keeping her attention on driving the car. " No I don't just hate you I despise you! I can't believe I'm sitting here driving to some fucked up hookerbar."

Sands laugh, pointing his gun in her direction ( like she didn't know that trick). "Just fucking drive Lizzy-o."

"Yeah,yeah,yeah." She rolled her eye's and looked in the car mirror. God, she looked like a freaking clown! To much red lipstick, to much black mascara...and her clothes! Her dress was ripped and now very short. When she sat down she felt like the whole world could see her butt. And her shirt... it was so translucent that you could see her bra.

"So, where should I turn right again?" She asked.

"Christ, I told you three times! The second on the right, then a mile
straight and then a left! Is it so fucking hard to remember that!" He yelled.

"Jesus, RELAX!" She slammed on the wheel, honking the horn. " If you keep yelling I can't focus and we'll crash. Of course YOU might like that, you're so full of self pity that you don't care if you die. But I want to live!" She smiled that would show him!

"Fuck you." He smirked, moved his gun in her direction and shot. The bullet narrowly missed her. She screamed and pulled the car over to the side of the road. "IDIOT! You almost hit me!" She looked at the hole on the window. "And you damaged the car! Bastard!"

"I told you to shut the fuck up and drive." He sad with a I-told-you-so tone and smiled.

Lizz cursed herself for ever thinking she was a good person and moreover for helping him. She looked around and saw a small building with many lights and loud music coming from it. She parked the car and stept out. " Well, this is it then…"

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Sands walked into the bar. The air around him was full of smoke, alcohol and people. This felt good, very good. It was like he was back again, back and normal. He pushed his sunglasses firm against his head. This was going to be great!

Lizz however, was not happy with this situation. She walked
very close to Sands, while looking disgustedly around the bar. Every person was drinking or very drunk, there were people gambling, and people fighting. She snorted when a very cheap looking lady bumped against her. " Excuse me. I'm walking here!" And she gave her a push.

The, now provoked, bitch gave here an entertained look. "What's you're problem? Can't you see I'm working" She grabbed Lizz by the jaw. "You're not old enough to be here! This is no place for babies, so beat it, girly!" And she started to push Lizz to the door.

"Wait a minute, sugerbutt, she's with me." Sands grinned and pulled Lizz back away from the door.

The Bitch gave him a frown. "She is with you?" She started to laugh. "You've got to be kidding me, don't tell me you like that little brat more than, let's say, some one like me…" She gave him a seductive smile and laid her hand on his stomach. "So what do you think, honey?" She whispered in his ear.

Sands chuckled and nodded. "Sounds good to me." He placed his arm around her waist. "Lead the way sugerbutt." The , now promoted to queen of bitches, smiled, gave Lizz a mean I'm-so-much-better-then-you-smile and walked away with Sands, who looked very pleased with himself.

"No, of course you don't have to wait for me, go ahead walk away with that skank, it's not like we have better thinks to do!" She rolled here eye's. "I need a drink…" Slowly, trying not to fall over beer cans, and not bump against some one she walked to the bar and order a cola. The bartender gave her a strange look because of the clothing, make up and all that.

"I know I look to young for this slutty place, and I know I look like a
clown, but give me my freaking drink and I'm out of here."

The bartender gave here an even stranger look, but gave her the drink anyways. "Good boy." She smiled and paid for the drink. She sat down at the bar and counted her money. "Shit, this isn't even enough for a breakfast at McDonalds!" She sighed. " I hate my life!"

She turned around while drinking her cola and saw Sands sitting, extremely happy, on a red sofa, drinking, smoking and all this with that bitch on his lap.

"That guy is unbelievable!" Lizz told herself. " I just hope that this old colleague guy comes soon, I don't think I'm strong enough to watch this the entire night…." And with that thought, she mimed puking.

Suddenly the bitch got very interested in Sands sunglasses. "Oh, come on, take them off." She giggled. "I wanna see you're eyes." Lizz looked from the bitch to Sands. He looked stressed, not knowing what to do. Lizz started to like the view. " Payback, Sands." She help her glass up. "Cheers!"

Then the bitch started to reach for his sunglasses. Sands felt her hand on his cheek and tensed. His right hand brushed over his gun. The bitch, clearly didn't know what kind of dangerous position she was in, continued her whining. "I bet you have beautiful eyes!" Sands tried to push her away, but she ignored it.

"This won't go well." Lizz sighed and drank the last bit of her cola.
She jump off her chair and walked over to Sands and the Bitch. She tapped her shoulder. " Excuse me, but what the fuck are you doing with MY boyfriend!"

The Bitch gave her an annoyed look. "Move it brat, can't you see we're busy!" Lizz stuck out her tongue, then she began to ignore her and looked at Sands. "And YOU! How can you do this to me! I thought we had something! But no, you just go around flirting with the first Barbie who jumps on you're lap!" She slapped Sands ,who looked stunned from her acting talent, in the face. She tried not to chuckle, this was so funny to watch.

She looked back at the bitch. "So if you don't mind, go hump some other guy, he's mine!" And to her big surprise the bitch took off, which made her feel even better.

"You have no idea how lucky you are!" Sands hissed. "If you weren't the key to big money, you would be dead right now!" He grasped her by the neck. "If you ever, ever slap me again, I'll break you're fucking arm. BOTH OF THEM!"

Lizz pulled herself loose from his grip. "Save it, mister, I just saved
you're life and dignity. So you better thank me" The last part, wasn't a very good thing to say. He moved towards in an attempt to grab her again, but she was faster than him.

"Fucking stay still!" He shouted.

"Yeah, right, do I look stupid!" She said, smiling.

"You're dead, you hear me, dead!" He screamed. "I'll shoot you in the head and-"

"Like I haven't heared that one before." She rolled her eyes. "C'mon if you want to threaten me with horrible deaths. Please try to be original !" She looked at the bar. "I'm going to have another drink, you stay here. Wait for that guy and think of more ways to threaten people, okay?" And before he could answer her she walked to the bar.

She sat down and ordered another cola. While sipping her drink she looked around the bar. Where was that CIA colleague guy? He better show up! She looked at the people dancing and talking around her. Maybe this was all a lie to get her to drive him to this shit place. So he could get attention from that girl, wouldn't surprise her if that was the reason.

"Hey, señorita, looking good!" A man, can from out nowhere, put his arm around her shoulder pulling her close. "My,my, you look very good!"

Lizz looked at the man, she didn't like him. "Bugger off, go annoy some one else."

The man started to laugh. "Aren't you a feisty one?" He pulled her even closer. Lizz started to panic. She knew where this was going. "Let me go, you fucking bastard, I'm going to get my boyfriend if you don't let me go!" She yelled trying to act tough.

The man eye's narrowed. He grabbed her by her chin. "You don't want to be doing that. You just do whatever I say, and if you don't-" He didn't get the chance to finish his line. Someone had punched him in the face. And that someone was Sands.

The man, who's nose was bleeding looked at Sands. "You know when a girl say's no, it means no. So don't ever touch her again, fuckmook!" Sands said cold and threatening. The man looked a bit shocked at Sands.

"Who the fuck do you think you are you can't order me around?"

"I'm the fucker who will shoot your balls off, if you don't listen to
what I just said!" He replied, now looking deadly.

"Is that so?" The man grinned. He jumped at Sands and hit him in the face. Because of the blow Sands flew backwards and landing under a
table.

Lizz, gave a very girly scream and ran to Sands. She saw him lying under the table with his hand in front of his face, while blood was running from his forehead to his chin. "My sunglasses, their broken…" he said horrified.

"And I lost my gun." His hand, still on his face, was shaking. He looked terrified in her direction. "Please, do something, I don't want people to see me like this!" The puppy was back.

Lizz wanted to help him, but what could she do? Before she could think of something a hand dragged Sands out from under the table. Sands squirmed trying to get away, but the man was much stronger. "Thought you could hide like a sissy, eh? Thought you could-" The man stopped and gasped. "Holy mother of god, what are you!" The man was discusted at Sands face. "You make me sick!"

Other people started to notice something was going on. Some people gasped in horror, others pointed at Sands.

"You're a freak!" The man continued, still holding Sands by his shoulders, looking in his hollow eye sockets. "Why didn't you're mother drown you when you were born!"

Lizz couldn't stand to look at Sands. He looked so tiny compared to this man, so vulnerable and so scared. She saw his gun lying on the ground under a chair. A easy choice to make.

She picked the weapon up, looked at the man, aimed and shot. She hit the man in his right leg. He started to scream, people stopped looking at Sands, and started to look at her.

Lizz made use of the moment and started to shoot in the air.

Confusion and fear filled the bar and people stared to run for the door. Lizz shot one last time and ran to Sands, who was sitting in the middle of the bar with his hands on his face.

The first thing she wanted to ask was: 'are you okay'. But she knew the answer already, he wasn't. So she asked. "Did I hit you?" By hearing her voice Sands tensed and shook his head.

"Good, let's go and leave this shit hole forever!" He nodded slowly and stood up, still holding his hands in front of his face.

Lizz looked around and picked up a pair of green cheap looking sunglasses. "Here this will do the trick." Gently she pushed his hand away and put the green glasses on. He didn't say a word and let her lead him the way.

When Lizz pushed the door opened she saw the Bitch and her friends standing against the wall, smoking, discussing 'the freak issue'. The bitch noticed her and smiled evilly. "Oh god, I can't believe I was talking to that no-eyed freak! What was I thinking!" She said very loud.

Sands froze for a moment and looked at the ground.

Lizz wished she had some ammo left. What was everybody's problem! So he didn't look like Mr. World? So what! He still looked better then most guy's, only a little different.

"Where, at the car." Lizz said. Sands nodded and stepped in. Lizz did the same and started the car. "Sands, listen, you're not a-"

"Don't." He looked away. "Don't say that word, just drive us back to that hotel."

Ah! I feel so sorry for Sands! His biggest fear, people knowing what he really looked like and feeling scared. Aren't I an evil person?

Well, that was it for this time, don't forget to review!

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.