Warning: Yeah, a warning again, nothing very shocking. Just lill' bit of drugs, that's all. Yeah, and we are talking about Sands, so cursing also implied, dhu…
Thanks to: Me-Loves-Orli for the fast beta, Luv ya, BLESS ya, hail to you! And course thanks to Sands-agent for the review!
Chapter 26) Doped up.
Sands sat on the sidewalk, right in front of the bar. Very pleased with himself he smoked another cigarette and with his right hand he was playing with the cardkeys. He wondered how long it would take for her to find out he had the keys. He smirked. It would probably take her a day or two, at least.
He took another whiff of the cigarette. From fare away he heard the jingling of a bracelet and the quick steppes from the girly. He turned his head to her and waved at her with the car keys. "Look what I found."
She snatched the keys out of his hand as he chuckled. "Don't look so happy with yourself." She spat at him. Then he heard her walk away again.
He frowned. "Hey! Where are you going!"
"What do you think smartass! I'm going home!" She yelled back, still walking away.
Sands stood up in a hurry and almost tripped. "Wait a fucking second, you're forgetting me!"
"So? You were the one who wanted to leave. So go, be free little bird."
"Now wait a sec here, girly!" He yelled at her. "You can't just leave me here in the middle of Mexico! Get your ass back here!"
Lizz turned around and saw the shocked look on his face. She smiled. 'Good, let him be shocked.' She placed her arms in her side. "And why can't I? You said you hated me. Why would I help you?"
"Because if you don't I'll shoot you, right now!" His voice was low and sounded dangerous.
Lizz rolled her eyes. "I know that one already Sands, please!" Without another word she continued walking. She heard him curse and she hid around the corner. Carefully she looked around the wall and grinned.
Sands stood in the middle of the footpath, with his gun in his hand and a very horrified gaze on his face. He clearly had no idea what he had to do with the situation. He reminded her again of the sad little puppy. She noticed how vulnerably he looked.
"Lizz?" He said soft. "Get the fuck over here, this isn't funny!" He turned his head from side to side, trying to pick up a sound of her. "Fucking little bitch!" He mumbled.
Normally she would have snapped at him, but this time she kept silent. She wanted to know what he was going to do now. He looked up and smacked himself in the face. "Shut the fuck up, annoying little piece of shit!" Lizz bit her lip. She had hoped the medication would have silent the voices by now. Or that he had stopped talking to them at least. She didn't like it, this wasn't good. She bit her lip again and continued her observation.
Slowly she saw him walk a bit, feeling around, trying not to bump against something. After a couple of steps he touched the wall. Wildly he shook his head. "No, no! You think you know things better, but you don't fuckmook!" He stopped breathing for a second and sighted. "Good boy." He looked up and turned his head from side to side. Suddenly he looked up, right in her face and smiling he said: "Since when are you playing spy?"
Lizz's mouth dropped. "How did you know...? I was totally still!"
He smirked and took a couple of steps in her direction. "You are standing against the wind, girly."
She made a sulky face. "You mean I stink!"
"No, I wouldn't say it like that." Again he took a couple steps, still a little shaky. "You smell like that cheap vanilla shampoo of El's, very hard to miss."
"Damn!" She muttered. "And I finally thought I found a way to spy on you, thanks for ripping my moment."
He chuckled. "Well, keep trying. Not like you will ever succeed. But it will keep you busy and out of problems, little kleptomaniac."
She giggled. "Thanks for being so supportive, Sands." She grabbed his wrist. "C'mon let's try to find the car."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want out dear caring El to worry his ass off or get a freaking heart attack from stress…"
Again she giggled and started walking. He followed and didn't even mind her guiding him like he was a little kid.
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After a couple of minutes they reached the car. Lizz smiled and picked the keys out of her pocket. She walked to the other side and places Sands hands on the car door. "We're at the car, you can step in."
"I'm not an infant, you know?" He spat at her. She rolled her eyes and made a shooting gesture at his head. She walked back to the driver's door and opened it. Suddenly she stopped, grabbed the car door and shook her head.
"What's the matter girly?" Sands asked when he noticed she hadn't stepped in yet.
"Nothing," She blinked her eyes and rubbed her head. "Just a little headache, must be the heat."
"Hurry up then." He said, putting his feet on the dashboard. "It's like a fucking sauna in here. Why didn't you park the car in the shadow, smartass?" After that he muttered something and Lizz wasn't sure it was to her or the voice.
But right now she didn't care, she didn't feel that well, she wanted to go home, lay down and sleep for a decade. She smacked the door shut and started the car. A small light spot started to appear in her sight. She blinked, took a breath and drove away into the dessert of Mexico.
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'Fucking great, I'm driving back to Idiotcity to have a sleepover with the mayor.' He gritted his teeth. 'No, fuck that, I get driven by a girly 'cause a fuckmook drilled my eyes out! Fucking peachy…' He sighed and lighted up a cigarette. To his surprise and little disappointment the girl didn't go loco and started a fuss about her getting lung cancer because of his smoking. He glared at her, took a deep whiff and blew the smoke at her direction.
To his happiness he felt the car slow down a bit. He smirked and inhaled again. 'C'mon girly, start the fight'.
"Sands…" She started.
"Yes…" He answered sounding a bit childish.
"I don't feel so good..."
He glared at her. "What! I just wonna smoke one fucking cigarette and you immediately start to fuss about your health. Grow up brat." 'I'm an ass', he decided, 'but I'm just loving to piss her off'.
"No, that's not what I mean… I just, really don't feel good." She gasped and the car made a twist to the right. Sands, who off course wasn't wearing his seatbelt, got his head thrust against the door.
"Christ! What's the matter with you!" He yelled, rubbing his head and looking angrily in her direction. But she didn't seem to hear or even notice him. Suddenly the car stopped completely and she moaned.
There was something seriously going on. He stopped cursing about his head and tried to get a hint of what was going on.
"Hey, Lizzy, what's wrong?" He asked after a few second.
"I dunno…" She started to sob and Sands jerked backwards. "Everything is spinning, changing colours and the headache is getting worse." Now it was clear she was crying. "I'm gonna die!"
Sands swallowed after hearing her panic like that. She'd never sounded so scared before. He didn't like it, she wasn't supposed to freak out, that was his territory.
"C'mon luv, you're not going to die, don't talk shit." He hushed, trying to calm her down.
"Of course I am!" Her crying started to get more dramatic. "I can't see straight and I can't move my arms! I don't want to die!" Again she sobbed. "I'm gonna die!"
"No you're not, move over!" He snapped.
"What! You're gonna drive! I knew it, I'm gonna die, a slow painful death!"
Sands growled. "Thanks for the support, honey." He opened the car and stepped out. He reached in and dragged her to the OV seat. She didn't struggle and didn't say a thing. And that worried him, normally she would have slapped him or at leased spit some curses.
"You're okay?" He asked soft.
It took her some time to answer the question. "No… don't think so… you're starting to get pink…" She sighted. "It's not your colour."
He glared at her and checked her pulse. There was nothing wrong with her heartbeat. He frowned, what was wrong with her? He felt her forehead, no fever, but why was she trembling? "Wait a sec…" he shook her. "Lizz? You're still with me!"
"Half." She whispered.
"Good. Listen very good, that fuckwit, he bought you a drink, right?"
"Yes, we've been over this already Sands, can you please focus on the dying part!"
He gritted his teeth, the fuckmook, that piece of shit! "Lizz, did you leave your glass behind, with that ass?"
"Yes, when I was bringing you your drink, I left it at the bar, but I don't see your point Sands."
He did! The motherfucker! He clutched his fist. 'I knew there was something fucked up with that guy!' "Doesn't matter, girly." He closed the car door and walked, sliding his hand over the car to the other side. There he opened the door and sat down. It felt very strange to be back behind the wheel, defiantly now he couldn't see it. A little uneased he felt around for the keys. He found them and started the car. 'Okay, how in the name of god am I going to do this?'
He grabbed Lizz by her shoulder and shook her gently. "Lizzy?"
"Whatzz!" She mumbled back.
'Good she's still awake.' "Lizz, I need you to listen very carefully. Don't fall asleep! Stay awake! You understand?"
"Uhuh, guess." She said with a soft voice.
"Good girl. Here is the hard part. You have to help me drive the car. You have to tell me what way I have to go. Understand?"
"Uhuh." She answered again. "But I can't see clear."
"Doesn't matter, try to focus, we have to get to El's house."
'God Shel, can you sound more pathetic!'
'Not now, fucker, I'm in the middle of something important!' He pushed the gas panel and the car was driving. "Owh fuck, Lizz what way!"
"Little to the left, you're riding on the wrong side of the road." She whispered. He turned a little to the left. "Okay, good girl, now stay awake!" Nervously he pushed the gas a little more. "Am I going straight?" He heard his voice panic.
"How am I supposed to know, the whole way is spinning." She snapped. "A little to the right I guess. And slow down a bit, I can't focus."
He followed her first order but didn't slowdown. He knew that within half an hour she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open anymore.
And he was right, the riding part when well. But after twenty minutes she stopped guiding him. He stopped the car, hoping it wasn't standing in the middle of the road. He looked at her direction and lifted her shin up. "Lizz, are you still with me? Lizzy-O?"
She shook her head a little. "Huh?"
'Shit, she was falling into sleep.' He frowned, 'now what!' "Lizz." Again he shook her head. "Can you see El's house? C'mon focus girly."
She lifted her chin and looked around. "Yeah I can see his house. It's right there."
He cursed soft. "Girly, remember I can't see. Be a little more precisely."
" 'Bout hundred meters from here… Got to walk a little to the left…" Then her body relaxed.
"Fuck! Talking about deep shit!" His nails dig into the leather of the wheel. How am I supposed to get to the house? I can't see! I don't know if there are people with guns, fuck, I don't even know the time! He slammed on the wheel. "But I got to do something, she can't stay here in the car, she needs water, warmth and aspirins for the headache."
"C'mon Shel, you hate her! Why do you care if she dies!"
"Didn't I tell you to fuck off!" He yelled. He slammed the car door open and walked around. He opened her door and gently dragged her out. He placed his right arm under her knees and his left arm under her shoulders and lifted her up.
"This so fucking sucks!" He muttered. "Where the hell is the house!" He took a couple of steppes and fear already started to get to him. "I can't do this, if I get lost, I'm dead." He turned around, facing the car but didn't walk back. "But then she dies. Can't let that happened, she's my eyes."
He turned back. "C'mon Sands you can do this, you're CIA!" After taking a deep breath he started walking again. This whole scenario remembered him at the basement, the dark terrifying basement. The place where he was lost every single moment. Where he peed in his pants and got hurt by the bad evil man. The place where he was all alone, except for the voice that made fun of his weak cries for help. The place with no light, only darkness and pain.
His breathing was rasping and deep. He started to sweat of panic and shiver from the cold. But he kept walking and didn't look back.
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Something very heavy smacked against the front door and made El jump up from his chair. Quick he placed his guitar next to him against the chair, pulled his gun out and hurried to the door. His eyes narrowed, switch his gun from safety and counted to three.
Then he kicked against the door and jumped onto the veranda. There his eyes grew wide. Before him stood Sands, panting and leaning heavily against the wall. The agent was also holding the girl and she had clearly passed out.
"What did you do to her, bastard!" He spat, pointing the gun at Sands.
"Christ! 'The' can you shut up, I'm fucking dying in pain here!" Sands muttered, still heavily panting. "Here, hold her, before I collapse." He pushed the girl in El's arms.
"God, that kid weights a ton!" Sands dropped on his knees. "Fucking hell." Then he rubbed his forehead. " Do you have any idea how painful it is to walk right into a fucking door!"
El looked from the slowly breathing girl to the panting agent. "What happened? Where is the car? And do you know what time it is!"
Sands gave him a nasty look. "No, almighty El, I don't, 'cause blind people can't see! And did you know how hard it is to tell the time if you can't see your watch! And do you now how fucking difficult it is to drive a car when you can't see the road! And it's also pretty hard to find a house, when you can't see a fucking thing!"
El frowned but didn't reply. "I'll get her inside." He said. He turned around and walked into the house. Gently he placed Lizz on the sofa and laid a blanket over her. She was still deep asleep and El wondered what happened to her. That made him walk back to the veranda and saw that Sands was still sitting on the floor, panting like a dog and ready to collapse any second.
"Get up." El said.
"What?" It was as if Sands had just woken up.
"I said, get up, you can't stay sitting here, if anyone sees you-"
"Yeah, I get it!" Sands interrupted him pissed. "Give me a moment." He crawled to the wall and tried to get up by supporting on it, but he horribly failed and didn't get further up then his knees.
El rolled his eyes. "Hurry up."
"Just a fucking minute, fuckmook." The man snapped.
"I don't have a minute." Before Sands could argue he was dragged in by his shoulder. The man yelled out and El wasn't sure it was from pain of anger. Wasn't like he cared. "Move." He demanded.
Sands didn't followed his order and was about to say something. But El didn't feel like a conversation right now. He pushed the man fort and Sands was forced to walk. To his surprise Sands started to walk, but bit his lip.
Inside he pushed Sands into the chair next to the sofa. "Now, tell me what happened to her." He demanded, sitting down across Sands.
Sands took a minute to find his voice back. "She got drugged by a fuckwit in the bar. I dunno the name of the drug exactly, but I know what it does to a person. Saw it happen couple of times. Guy can't get a girl, guy gets loco, guy buys drug finds a nice looking girl, gives her the drug and have his way with her. Afterwards she can't remember a damn thing, thinks it was the alcohol, because of the major headache." He sighted and wanted a smoke more then anything right now, well a nice bed would be pleasant to, his legs felt like they where falling off. "What she needs now is much water, sleep, warmth and darkness when she wakes up, 'cause she will have a hell of a headache."
El's eyes narrowed and he absorbed the man before him. "You know a little too much about this drug thing."
Sands snapped out of his sleeping and smoking dream and raised an eyebrow. "What is that suppose to mean! For what kind of sick fucker do you take me?" He pointed at El. "I'm not that low. I don't need to drug a girl to fuck her. You may think of me as a murderous psycho, I don't give a fuck about that, but don't mark me a rapist. I'd never hurt a girl like that."
"But you did hurt her." El said back. To his surprise Sands looked confused and shocked. But that disappeared quickly and got replaced by anger.
"And how could you know that, fuckmook!" He snapped, but still clearly confused.
"I'm not blind like you Sands, I saw her crying when I came back from shopping. And I'm sure you did other stuff to hurt her feelings." He took a moment to think. "I still don't get why she wants to be around you, I really don't"
Sands tensed and bowed his head. His hair fell in front of his face. "Well, she's stupid. A stupid little kid, to naïve to get that I'm fucked up." His head cocked up and he smiled evil. "I'm an uncaring bastard. I'm the scum of the earth, El, can you dig it?"
Not a great ending, folks, but I have to see POTC tonight, or else I die!
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.