Thanks to: Sands-Agent for the beta and Me-Loves-Orli for the pep talk!

Chapter 27) El, meet the real Sands.

Both man sat silently cross from each other. They both looked coldly at each other. They both were dead tired but they didn't want to go to sleep, knowing the other had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it.

El blinked but didn't stop observing the man across him. Finally after almost a half hour he decided he needed a black cup of coffee. He was ready to stand up, then suddenly Sands' head snapped up. A little worried and surprised El remand sitting, didn't stop looking at Sands. He saw the man rub his face and heard him sigh. The agent was clearly exhausted and again El had to give him credit for his stubbornness.

Sands pulled out his packages of cigarettes, then stopped and glared at him. Slowly he pushed the packages back in his pocket and started to play with his lighter.

El rolled his eyes and stretched his arms. Again he blinked and fought the urge to sleep. He looked at the girl. She was still in a deep sleep and didn't move. Her breathing was slow but even. He wished he could go to sleep like that, not have to worry a psycho would kill him if he closed his eyes and not afraid of horrible nightmares from his past. It also would be nice if he didn't dream of his Carolina lying on the dusty ground, slowly bleeding to death.

"So El, what does she look like?"

El flicked his eyes open and got out his trance. Slowly he saw Sands, looking questioningly at him. "What?" He stumbled.

Sands snored. "Christ El, at least try to act like you're not a complete imbecile." The agent growled something in frustration. " I asked you what she looks like." He pointed at the sofa. "You remember Lizzy-O right? Annoying little kid, talks a lot, that's her." He pointed directly at Lizz.

El cracked his knuckles and tried to fight the urges to throw Sands out again. Then something else popped up in his head. "You mean, never saw her?"

Sands face turned to a tortured grimace. "No, never saw her." He turned his head away . "I only know the basic things. She got blonde, straight hair, big blue eyes." He started to count on his fingers.

"She's sixteen, around 5foot 6, she wears a bracelet, fucking thing jingles even more that you're jacket and pants. That's all I know and that's pretty fucked up, I can't picture her." He paused and El saw he had a hard time to admit to himself he couldn't see. But that face cleared up very fast and got replaced by his old sarcastic grin. "And that's why I asked you what she looked like, are you still with me, or do I talk to fast?"

Again the urges to throw the man out was very hard to resist, but El managed to stay calm. Slowly he felt the anger leave and took a deep breath. He watched the sleeping girl. "She's got straight ash-blonde hair, looks a bid shaggy, not been cut for a long time. Normally she wears it in a ponytail with some loose strands hanging in her face. A pity because she has a nice face, very friendly and cheerful. Full but modest lips, that smile most of the day. She got big blue-green eyes, sparking when she's having fun. You can see she's enjoying live by it. " El paused for a moment. "She still looks very girlish and tries to cover that with mascara and eyeliner. A shame really, she doesn't need that, she's still an innocent girl."

"Wouldn't say that so loud if I where you, El grande poet." Sands said "She knows as good as I know how fucked up the world is, take that from me."

"How can you know that!" El snapped a bit angry at Sands for his sneering comment.

"Well, first of all, she ended up with me, Agent Sands psychopath first class." He smirked at El." And second, she told me what happened to her." He fell silent for a moment, then continued. "And believe me it wasn't pretty."

"What did happen to her then?" El questioned.

"None of your fucking business," He got for answer.

"I think it is, she's living here right now and I want to know what happened to her!" He started to get angry again, why was it so difficult for Sands to just tell him what he knew!

"Well, El Dad in action, I'm not gonna tell you that."

El glared at the man across from him. "Why not!"

Sands placed his hands behind his hands and smiled cocky. "Because, it's none of fucking your business and now I got something you want to know, that makes me in control and I like that, a lot."

El stood up and stamped towards Sands. He stopped in front of the agent, only a couple inches from the other mans face. "You think you are in control!" His voices was low and threatening. Immediately after his words he saw the agent pale. "Yeah, I am, I'm in control fuckmook."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, bastard." He spat, still using his low tone.

Sands eyebrows went up and he pushed himself against the chair, trying to get as far from El as possible. "No!" The agent whispered. "No, not now, please don't!"

El frowned. What was he doing? "Sands, don't play games with me!" He grabbed the agent by his shirt and shook him a little. Sands let out a soft cry, drew himself free and made himself as small as possible, burying his head into the chair. "Please don't!" His voice was nothing more than a soft moan, almost not recognizable as Sands'.

A little shocked El watches as the agent started to whisper to himself. "Sands?" He asked frowning.

The agents slowly looked at him, clearly being dead frightened. "No, daddy please!" His body jolt and he fell backwards out of his chair. El in reflex tried to grab him, but was too late.

'What is he doing?' El shoved the chair away. "Sands!" He saw the man lying on his back, whole body tensed. Slowly he bowed over the man's trembling body. "Sands!" He whispered.

Suddenly the agent moaned and with both hands grabbed his head. "Gimmy the pills, get the fucking pills!" He clawed his nails in his face and looked to the right, away from El. "No, I'm not a fucking junky! Keep you're shitty comment to yourself fucker!"

"Sands?" El started to feel very uncomfortable. He didn't know what the think of Sands behaviour. "How are you talking to?"

The man didn't seem to hear him. "Fuck you! I'm not gonna listen to you're shit!" He smacked himself in the face. "If you won't shut your fucking mouth right now, I'll shoot you!" He pulled out his gun. "Don't think I'm kidding, mister, I swear I'll do it this time, no girly can stop me this time!" His hand turned into a fist and flew around in the air. "I'm not a sissy!"

El saw Sands pushing the gun against his head. His eye's wide, knowing what the man would do next. He quickly jumped forward and slammed Sands right on his jaw. The blow was harder then he thought. Sands' head snapped to the left side, the gun flew into a corner and Sands glasses dropped on the ground.

El massaged his painful hand and gasped when his eyes bored right into the hollow eye sockets. He stared in horror at the other man. Suddenly he noticed the other man was 'looking' back at him.

"I hate you." Sands hissed at him. "I hate you so fucking much!" He spit out some blood and slowly, shaking badly stood up. "But I killed you, remember that, I won! I beat you fucker, you're weak not me!" He took a couple steps back until he felt a wall behind him.

Then he slowly let his back rest against it. "You can't make me feel this way anymore, that's over! You're dead, I killed you, you're a fucking corps rotting 9 feet under the ground." He shook his head and slammed his fist against the wall. "NO! I'm in control!" Then he slowly started to laugh and slowly gestured at him. "You're El, not him. You're El Mariachi, not the bad evil man."

El frowned. "Sands, what the hell are you doing!" Somehow this how scene got more on his nerves then when he played his sarcastic, ready to shoot-self.

Again Sands started to laugh, very quietly, little bit childlike. "I'm not doing anything, he is. He came out to play." He turned his face away and bit his lip. "And that's not good, nuhuh, not good at all. Lill' Sheriff Sheldon would be pissing his paints right now. Poor lill' kid…" Slowly the man sank on his knees and felt around. El immediate knew what the man was doing. El's eyes quickly scanned the room then finally fell on the gun that lay a few feet from Sands.

He ducked and kicked it away just in time. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at Sands, how was still a little unaware of what was happening around him. But when he heard the clicking of his own gun his almost dreaming attitude disappeared and his face darkened. "What are you doing… El?"

El pulled the safety off from the gun. "Tell me what's wrong Sands, why are you acting so crazy!"

"I AM crazy, fuckmook! Christ, where have you been the whole time!" El knew that if Sands had his eyes he would roll them. "Crazy, crazy, crazy lill' old Shelly." He pointed at El. "But be careful, crazy Shelly is also very dangerous. Dangerous, jup, that's me."

El still pointed the gun at Sands and ,no more then ever wasn't afraid to use it. "Sands cut this stupid play, this is not you."

"And how would you know that!" Sands spat at him. "How could you know what I am!" He took a couple steps forward and looked up at El. "Where you there when this happened!" He pointed at his temple. "Or when this happened!" He pulled his sleeves up to reveal two thin white scars on its wrist. "Or this!" He pushed up his shirt and turned around, showing his back. El gasped, his whole back was covered with old wiping scars, cuts and burning marks.

"Do you need to see more to know that this is exactly how and what I am!" Sands' tone was low, but far from his normal dangerously self. When El didn't answer he continued. "Well, do you! 'Cause I have a lot more to show if you're not convinced yet." Again he took a couple of steps forwards.

Then he looked to the left. "And you , can you finally shut up!" He took a deep breath and shook his head violently. "I bet you're the one that's makes him come back!" His head dropped and his hair fell for the hollow sockets. "No, please, don't let him come back, please!" Then the man fell silent, standing like a marble statue in the middle of the room.

El seriously doubted Sands was still playing mind games on him. Slowly he walked on to the man and lowered his gun. "Sands, what is happening to you?"

When he didn't got a answer he touched the mans shoulder. Immediately Sands flinched back and rubbed his shoulder. "Don't touch me!" He backed up. "And it's not about what is happening but what had happened asshole." He sighted. "No, I can't tell him that, you idiot, he's the enemy!"

"Sands." El started. "Who are you talking to?"

"Huh?" Sands' head cocked up and it was like he finally noticed El was standing there for real.

"Who are you talking to?" El said again, fully focusing at Sands behaviour. He saw the man tense and pale a bit.

"Where the hell are you talking about, El?" He grinned. "You starting to get old, pal."

His eye's narrowed. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Sands!" He bow forward to the mans face. "You're talking to something."

"I am not!" Sands spat back, but it didn't sound very convincing. El growled and walked back to the chair.

"Fine, don't tell me, it's not like I care." He sat down in the chair and looked moody. He sighed and kicked his boots off. He heard the man behind him mutter, but didn't bothered to look around. Suddenly he heard a loud smack that made him jump.

He turned around quickly and saw Sands laying on the floor, clearly passed out. El cursed himself. "Can't that man just stay out of trouble for one minute!"

A bit short chap, I must say, sorry for that

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow