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Chapter 14) Hell couldn't be worse.

Everything happened very quickly. Sands remembered being dragged out of the hotel and into the night. The man, probably the one who had knock him out, held him in a solid grip and started to shout to another man.

"Marcus, did you get her!" The man said with a voice common among heavy smokers.

"YEAH!" The other man replied, he sounded younger and had a Mexican accent. "I got the little chica ratta!"

The man who had hold of Sands started to laugh. "GOOD!" He pushed Sand forwards. "I also found this guy, no idea who he is, but she knows him. What should I do with him?"

Guy number two, otherwise known as Marcus, came closer. He looked at Sands for a moment. "Should we take him with us?"

"Or…shoot him here. It's not like this gringo has any value to us."

Sands cursed under his breathe. Where was his gun when he needed it! He tried to kick the guy who was holding him, but his head hurt to much to focus.

Marcus grabbed Sands chin and lifted his head up, so that he could look Sands in the face. "You, what's you're name, gringo, who are you?"

Like always Sands stayed very subtle. "I'm the fucker who will kill you, if you don't let me go this instant!" He raised both eyebrows. "Get it!"

The man was shocked for a second and started to chuckle. "You're not in the position to threaten us, amigo." He punched Sands in the face. Sand cursed under his breath. He tasted blood and he spit it onto the ground. Why did they always go for the face? Slowly he turned his head back, so he looked at the man. "Is that all you've got, fucker!" He spit in the man's face, or hoped he did anyways.

For that he had earned a blow in his stomach. He gasped for air, but forced himself to stand still, only to get another kick against his ribs.

"Throw him in the truck!" The man ordered. " I think we can have a little fun with our new, amigo." The men who held him started to laugh. "You're a very stupid man, spitting at Marcus, that was a very, very bad decision!" The man dragged him to a car. "Have a nice drive."

Something very heavy and extremely painful hit the back of his head and after that everything went numb.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

"Where am I!" Sands mumbled softly.

"You're here on a bed, in a small dirty cell, that is in god knows where." Someone answered.

"Who are you!" Sands asked trying to focus on the voice.

"Who do you think! Whose unlucky enough to be around you, in a small dirty cell, that is located god only knows where!" The voice snapped.

Sands growled. "Fuck, girly, I'm stuck here with you!"

"NO, I'm stuck here with you! The worlds biggest bastard that ever lived!" She replied.

Sand rubbed the back of his head. He had been bleeding, brilliant, just brilliant. "Fuck off, girly, or I'll-"

"Kill me, right! With what, may I ask. Your bare hands? Oh, now
I'm shaking my ass off! They took your gun, you know." She sighed.
"Face it Sands, killing, won't help this time. Where stuck, till my stepdad makes me get his money back."

Sand razed a eyebrow. "And after that?"

"We probably die." She answered. "But first we get the silent treatment, so it could be awhile."

"And that would be…"

Lizz sighted. "And you say you are from the CIA-I-use-to-torture-people! It means he leaves us here a couple of days, maybe weeks, so we that we become afraid of what is going to happen. And being here with you, locked up all day, won't make that to hard. And after those days or weeks, hell, I dunno what he will do."

"Well, I can't imaging what can be worse then being locked up with you, so whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

"Oh, just die already you self-pitying jerk! If you weren't such an ass in the first place, you could have shot those guys, Carlos and Marcus, and we wouldn't even be here!" She snapped back.

"And if you, hadn't helped me to start with, I wouldn't be here!" Sands yelled.

"Well, sorry for caring someone other than myself! If you had cared for once or twice in you're life, maybe you wouldn't have turned out to be the uncaring, ignorant, and sarcastic bastard that you are now!" She screamed.

"I LIKE being an uncaring, ignorant, and sarcastic bastard!" Sands screamed at the top of his lungs. "Better than being a naïve, fucked up hippie girl like you!"

"At leased no one calls me a freak…" She whispered.

Sand clenched his jaw. That one was below the belt. And the worst part was that she was right and she knew it.

They both went quiet, silently cursing the other. Lizz looked around. She hadn't lied when she had said the cell was small and dirty. The walls where once white but now they were some sort of grey. There was a door made of heavy iron with a small window, covered with dust. There where two small bed also made of the same iron as the door. There were no blankets or pillows, probably the genius idea of her stepdad.

Slowly she looked at Sands, who looked cranky and stressed. She rolled her eyes. This was going to be hell. Being around him, all day long, in a room of maybe seven by four, what could be worse than that!

And as if god had heard her, the light switched off. She jump up and started to panic. "Put the lights back on!"

"What's wrong!" Sands asked, sounding a little stressed, because of her panicked voice.

"The lights, they turned the lights off!" She started to sob.

"That's it! You're panicking because it's a little bit dark!" He said with a sarcastic tone.

"For your information, it's not a little bit dark, it's totally dark! I
can't see a damn thing!"

"Welcome to my world, luv." He whispered.

Lizz stopped walking around and looked at the direction of Sands voice. Somehow she had forgotten that this was all he saw, all day long. Suddenly she felt very sorry for the CIA agent. She couldn't imagine how it must feel, to be surrounded by darkness, every second of your life. The more she thought about it, the more sadness she felt for Sands. She cursed herself for reminding him of the freak-issue.

Sands sat on a bed and rested his head against the cold wall. He still felt a little bit dizzy from the smack on his head, but he'll live.

Ain't, that the problem, Shel? You're STILL alive…

He didn't want to respond to the voice. He didn't want to think of what it was saying. But since there wasn't much else to do in the small cell…

Good, seeing that I got your attention… I wanted to talk about this whole being-still-around-problem. What is it with youYou should be dead right now!

If I die, smartass, I'll probably go to hell.

At least, in hell you could see things. And the place where you are now, isn't it hell already?

You've got a point…

Good! I knew you would listen! Now, go do what I told you before!

But they took my gun! What can I do if I don't have a fucking gun! "Shit!" He hissed. Now that he thought about it… He had lost his gun. His gun! He had that piece of metal for over a decade. It was the only thing in his life he could count on to be there if he needed it. It was the one thing that could protect him against his enemies. He felt as if he had his lost his best friend.

"RAT!" The girl started to scream so suddenly that Sands jumped out of his thoughts. "Can you please, shut up!" He yelled. She didn't stop screaming, as if she ever did what he told her to do. But that wasn't the worst part…

Before Sands knew what was happening, two arms were around his neck and she was practically sitting on his lap. "I HATE RATS!" She screamed in his ear.

The whole thing nearly gave Sands a heart attack. For a guy who didn't like to be around other people this was to sudden and to...cuddly.

Wish I could make a picture from this moment, wouldn't that make a niceChristmas card…

Shut up!

He tried to push the girl away, but she wouldn't let go, it was like she was glued around his neck. Sands started to panic because the girl was extremely close, and then there was the not-having-his-gun problem. Fortunaly he found his old self again.

"Jesus fucking Christ! What is your fucking problem!" Again he tried to pull her off. "LET.ME.GO!"

But she didn't give in. "NO.I.WON'T!" And her grip tightened.

"WHY NOT?" He yelled, now very stressed and very pissed off.

"Because, there is a rat on the floor, and your the highest object in the room. And you smell very, very bad, so that thing will attack you first." She explained like it was the most logical thing in the world.

"I don't fucking care! And LET.ME.GO!" This time he grabbed her arm and twisted it, until she FINALLY let go.

"AUW!" She screamed, pulling her arms back. This gave Sands time to push her off, and he heard her land on the floor next to the bed. "And I don't smell!" He added.

"Yes, you do! You smell like blood, gunpowder and sweat. Believe me, it hard to miss in this small cell."

Sands gritted his teeth. "I don't smell, so fuck off and shut up. Or I'll hurt you."

"Like, you could get me." Her tone sounded challenging and childish.

"Like you could run away." He replied.

She sighted. "Fine, have it your way." She went quiet.

Sands grinned victoriously. He beat her and he didn't even have to threaten her, much. Now that was an accomplishment! He was starting to feel a lot better. It is strange how such small things can make you feel so much better.

To bad the rat was still around. He heard a squeaking sound, a loud scream and within a second the girl was back around his neck. "I swear that evil beast trying to kill me!"

"I wish that animal would hurry up! Christ, keep your claws off of me!" He pushed her away. "You can sit here, but that's it! But don't touch me!" Somehow he knew she rolled her eye's.

"Fine, I won't 'touch you, jeez, since when have you been so prudish!" She moved up a little. "With that bitch in that bar you where alot friendlier."

Sands started to get major urge to throw things at her head. Heavy,
pointy things... very painful things… The problem was that there weren't any of those things around. " That's because-" He took a second to think. "Let's put it this way, your a very annoying, icky, talk-to-much little girl. And I'm very pissed off already. Also I am not in the mood to anyone, especially some little immature girl. Finally, I want to be left alone! So that means you have to shut up, stay where you are and fuck off, understand!"

"Okay, great answer." She said offended. And thank god, she went
silent.

Sands, ready to throw a party, leaned back against the wall and relaxed. All he wanted to do now was sleep and forget everything that had ever happened to him.

"Sands?"

Fucking Christ! What was it with this kid! Maybe ignoring her would help, since screaming, threatening and shooting didn't work.

"Sands?... Sands?" Her voice started to sound inpatient. "SANDS!"

Clearly ignoring her wasn't the answered. "WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT NOW!"

"I'm cold, can I have your jacket?"

"No fucking way."

"But I'm still wearing the outfit from the bar! I'm cold!"

"Your problem, not mine."

"Don't be a jerk! You made me wear this outfit and it's your fault we're here, so gimmy your jacket." She wined. "I'll keep on screaming if you don't!"

"You know what, here, have my fucking jacket. Why not take everything I have left on me! I don't care anymore! Hopefully I'll freeze to death! Because that was the thing I was planning to do since the fucking moment everything went wrong, fell out off balance and those fuckmooks took my eyes!" He pulled off his jacket and threw it in her direction. "Hope your fucking happy, goodnight!" He jump up, walked to the other bed and collapsed on it.

He was so tired of his life and all the shit that was part of it.

Okay, it's impossible for Sands to open up. Every time I try he get's all sarcastic, irritated and dangerous. And I think that he will fall out of character if suddenly he starts crying ( if he could) and starts confessing his feelings( And maybe it's hard because Lizz is getting on his nerves )

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-TBC-