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Chapter 17) Fate's a funny thing.
El curiously looked at the girl. She was trying to help the CIA agent, but why? The man was bad, no evil. Ever since the first time he had looked in Sands cold eyes El had known he was a murder. She had told him that she 'kinda' knows him, so why if she only 'kinda' knows him, is she trying to help him?
"Hey, are you going to just stand there like a statue, or are you going to help!" El blinked. Then he looked into the girls eyes.
"Why are you so adamant on trying to help him?" He asked pointing at Sands.
"Because he saved me. And I will not leave him behind." There was a determined gleam in her eyes. "And you have to help me, please?" She pleaded. "I'll pay you, I swear!"
Somehow she reminded him of his daughter. His innocent daughter, who had never had a chance to explore the world and grow up. He remembered the day when she had brought a sick bird home. 'El papá, usted lo puede ayudar?', she had asked him desperately.
And they had fixed the bird. They kept him in a box and fed him , and after a couple weeks they set him free. 'Hace él mosca a su familia, papá ?', she had asked cheerfully while the bird flew into the blue sky. 'Sí, él hace,' he smiled.
Maybe fate had brought him here.
"Alright, I'll help. But if he-" He gestured to Sands. "-Tries anything, I'll make him pay." She smiled.
"Thanks!" She placed a hand on her heart. "I swear he won't try anything!"
"Good." He picked up Sands, who looked to be unconscious. He twitched a little and mumbled something, but he did not make a fuss.
"Follow me." He told the girl. "And be quiet." She simply nodded.
What the hell am I doing? El questioned himself. He was getting paid to convince these two 'traitors' to cooperated with his boss. And now was he was helping Sands to escape! Sands, for crying out loud! But your not doing it for him, he reminded himself. You're helping an innocent girl, a girl like your daughter. If he helped her he could always make Sands pay , or restore the balance as Sands so wonderfully puts it, later.
He opened the door and looked into the large hallway. There wouldn't be people coming for more then a hour. 'So he could do what he wanted with the traitors', Marcus had said, with an evil grin on his lips. He hated the man. El, himself, didn't like to hurt other people, even people who deserve it. He had never liked it, and the same goes for killing, it just isn't right.
But that man, Marcus, he loved it, El could tell just by looking in his eyes. At that moment he wondered whether what he was going to do is right.
"Where are we going!" The girl asked suspiciously, looking around her and only seeing cold metal walls. El didn't answer, the truth was that he wasn't exactly sure on that aspect of their escape. He growled and repositioned Sands again. For a men who looked so skinny he weighted a ton.
"C'mon...where are we going?" She asked again, this time louder and a little more forcefully.
"You know..." He said. "Sands' right, you do talk to much." The girl sighed in defeat and followed him. About ten meters was a iron door that was half open.
"Wait a second." The girl stood stock still. "How can I be sure your not lying to me and walking us straight to our deaths! You said it yourself, you hate Sands."
He frowned. Why did she have to say that? He was a noble man. He fortunately had a sense of honour. He wasn't , and never would be like the man he was carrying.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Another voice asked in a surprised yet angry voice. Both he and the girl turned to the right to look at Marcus. The girl gave a scream that made Marcus take out his gun. El saw it and in flash yelled to the girl.
"You DUCK!" He dropped Sands, jumped at the frozen girl and dragged her to the floor. He had been just barely quick enough for Marcus had aimed and pulled the trigger. A bullet flew right over his head. Again she gave a loud scream and shakily looked at the bullet-hole right behind her.
El pulled his gun, only a bit to late. Marcus had already aimed at his forehead and was smirking devilishly.
"You have made a very bad choice, amigo." His gun made a clicking sound. "Your just as stupid as that other guy." He pointed with his free hand at Sands, still lying unconscious. "So like him, and her, you...have to pay the price!" he laughed.
BAM!
Marcus tensed and looked down at his chest, where a big bloody hole had appeared. With trembling fingers he touched his chest, looked at the blood then fell dead on the floor. Both El and Lizz looked shocked and stared at the dead man. Slowly they turned around to see Sands, struggling to stay sitting, holding El's gun.
"No one fucking compares me to that Neanderthal." He said coldly.
"That..." The girl's eyes started to twinkle. "Was totally awesome!" She started to laugh. "You just… shot that guy! That's so cool man!" She clapped her hands. "If we get out of here, will you teach me to do that!"
"You have been around me way to long." Sands smirked, switching El's gun back to safety. El watched it. He didn't like the idea of Sands having a gun. Unnoticed he reached out and picked up Marcus's gun. He stood up.
"Let's go, someone must have heard that shot." The girl nodded quickly and helped Sands up. Immediately he pushed her away. "I can walk by myself!" He snapped at her. She just shrugged and walked next to him. El glared at Sands. He sped up his pace so that he was a couple of meters from the two. He reached the door and looked carefully around it.
Behind the door there was a large room with tables and chairs. This was the main cafeteria, luckily it was empty. He looked back at the girl and Sands. Again she was holding him up, trying to keep him on his feet. She looked up, tired but smiling, at El.
"I didn't know it was so hard to keep the balance." She said smiling.
El raised an eyebrow. "Let's go." He walked in.
Lizz pulled a sulking face and stuck out her tongue. "Jeez, some people have no sense of humour." She grumbled as she pushed Sands gently forwards.
"Come on we have to go." He protested a little by mumbling and trying to pull loose. "Please Sands." She whispered. " I wanna get out of here." He whispered something to himself but nodded and walked. As they walked in, El opened a small door in the back of the room.
"This way, it leads to the garages." He said.
"This place has everything doesn't it?" She answered walking through the rows of tables. Suddenly she heard running footsteps.
"YOU! Get down!" El yelled at her. Like I didn't know that, she thought. She turned the table over for cover. She peeked over the edge of the table. Six men had ran into the cafeteria. All of them looked at El, who jumped behind a wall. The men didn't even wait to ask El what was going on. They immediately opened fire. El duck further behind the wall and loaded his gun.
Lizz looked at the men. All of them had automatic machine guns and they were spread around the room, like her, they were taking cover behind tables. She looked back at El who had managed to kill one of the men, but then she noticed that he was almost out of ammo.
"Oh, shit this is going bad…" Then something hit her. Sands still had a gun.
Quickly she turned around, seeing that Sands was holding the gun and didn't look in the mood to share. But trying wouldn't hurt...hopefully.
"Sands." She asked sweetly. "Can I have that gun?"
Clearly the man had no idea that someone was talking to him. He just lay still, mumbling to himself.
Fine, have it you're way, she thought. As fast as she could she grabbed the gun. This time Sands tensed, kicked her and pulled the gun back.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"Then do something! There trying to kill El!" She spat at him. He grinned.
"I know."
Lizz's eyes grew wide. "What!" For a moment she was speechless, but not for long. "You evil piece of-" Sands aimed the gun at her forehead.
"Don't mention it sugerbutt." His grin disappeared. "Now you keep quite so I can enjoy the show-" His hands started to shake. It worsened until he could no longer hold his gun. "FUCK! Why does stuff like this always happen at the most inopportune moment!"
Lizz didn't feel sorry for the agent this time. She picked the gun up, hearing Sands shout at her. She focused her gaze over the table.
"Oh, shit." She whispered. "Now I have to shoot someone." She flicked the gun's safety off. "The only problem is I cant even hit an elephant if it was right in front of me, and those guys aren't right in front of me...and they are moving around a heck of alot." At that she saw a man coming closer. She swallowed. "Mine as well give it a shot." She nervously laughed at the pun and with trembling hands she aimed at the man who was closest to her. Then she pulled the trigger.
BHWAM!
Pieces of plaster started to fall down and it started to rain.
She had killed a sprinkler…
Eight men, El, the six gangsters and Sands, turned to her.
"Don't tell me..." Sands said. " I don't want to know." Suddenly he jumped at her and grabbed the gun out of her hand. He pulled her towards him. "Tell me where the men are?" A bullet flew between them. Lizz screamed and ducked.
Sands sighed in annoyance. "You're not helping." He said in a sing song
voice as he checked his ammo. The gun was almost full. He grinned. Without missing a beat he jumped up and started to shoot around. He heard men yell in surprise and people falling down. Wood splintered and finally he heard a man scream in agony.
"Usted pagará por eso!"A very familiar heavy smoker said, standing extremely close to him. Sands jumped and pointed his gun at the voice. But he was to late.
A loud 'BANG' sounded as the pair passed beside him. And before he know it, pains shot through his right shoulder. He feel on his ass, dropping his gun. He groaned in pain.
"Yo le mataré, bastardo!" The voices spit. Sands tensed and felt around, trying to find his gun. The voice laugh. "Idiota!" The voice kicked against his wounded arm. "Algo listo decir antes que usted muere?"
"Yeah! Look behind you!" Lizz screamed. The man jump and turned around, just in time to get smacked against his head with a table-leg. The man yelled and fell backwards letting his own gun fall to the ground. "That's one point for Lizz, and zero for the bad guy's!" She said, leaning on the table-leg.
She looked around and saw that El had killed the other four men. She waved smiling at El. "Look what I did!" She yelled, as if she had gotten an 'A' on a test. But her smile quickly disappeared. She saw Sands, laying on the floor, holding his shoulder. His face was deathly pale and set in a grimace.
"SHIT!" She knelt next to Sands and touched his shoulder gently. He pulled back and hissed.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He tried to get up. Blood started to seep through the space between his fingers and he let out a humourless laugh. "THAT, can't be good." He fainted.
That was it again. I wanted to make the chapter longer but… It didn't really fit. And this way it looks more dramatic.
Sorry for the El fans, he wasn't much a POV in this chapter. But I swear next chapter he will be more in the picture. And I think I'll make the next chapter again a little dark.
But then again, I still don't know what the big picture is. I now how it will end. But the piece in the middle is still a little grey. I still got some idea's, but is someone else knows something good, please mail it. Only one thing, this won't become a slash or anything.
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Translation:
Papá, usted lo puede ayudar: Dad can you help him.
Hace él mosca a su familia, papá : He will fly back to his family, right daddy?
'Sí, él hace: Yes, he does
Usted pagará por eso: You will pay for that!"
Yo le mataré, bastardo: I will kill you, bastard!"
Algo listo decir antes que usted muere: Something smart to say before you die?