Disclaim: No idea if I have to say it every chap, but just for the record: I don't own El, Sands and any other character that's in OUATIM, I wish I did really, I would be rich and famous…
Chapter 28) Killing time.
It was like something was calling her to wake up. Like a small voice back in her head told her to stop dreaming and open her eyes. She sighed and said goodbye to the relaxing sleep and blinked her eyes. Immediately a sharp light shone right into her eyes. She moaned and rubbed her eyes. 'God, what truck hit me?' Slowly she opened her eyes again and wished the light wasn't that hard.
Still very dizzy she looked around the room. Everything was a little discoloured but thankfully stopped spinning. She blinked a couple of times and finally noticed Sands. He was sitting, or actually lying across her in the chair. He didn't look very happy and was playing with his lighter, seeming a bit sunken in his thoughts. She frowned, 'where am I?' Again she looked through the room. It looked familiar. Then she noticed she was lying on a sofa with a blanket covering her. "What the…" She whispered.
"Lizz?" She looked up. Sands stopped playing with his lighter, and was fully focused on her now. "Lizzy?" He said again.
"Uhuh." She struggled to say. What the hell was wrong with her? She thought about it so hard her head started to hurt, more. She remember something from a bar and a very nice guy, very sexy with beautiful dark brown eyes, half long black curling hair… She sighted and started to smile sheepishly. Then bit her lip. Wait, didn't something pretty scary happen after that?
"Still feeling fucked up girly?" She slowly nodded, and then remembered he couldn't see her.
"Jup, still feeling very bad." She swallowed and started to get a little scared, still don't knowing what happened. "Sands, where am I?"
"You're back in home El Macho." He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. "Speaking of the fucker, do you see him around?"
She snored. "Jeez, can you please give me a moment! I have a terribly, gruesome headache and you still look a little bit pink! Plus I can't remember a thing, and have no idea how long I have slept here and how I got here!" A shot of pain went through her head. She cursed and rubbed her head.
"Owh shut it, girly. Don't tell me you never had a hangover before!" He smirked and lighted up his cigarette. "Don't ya remember? You started to nag about the time, annoyed my ass off and then we drove home, savvy?"
She frowned. "I have a hangover?" She paused. "I can't remember drinking much."
"Well, smartass, that's the whole idea of a hangover." He inhaled. "You can't remember a god damn thing, smell to piss and puke the next day and your brain tears apart." He sighted. "I miss those good old times…"
"I hate it." She mocked, pulling a sulky face. Then she smiled. "I do remember a part about a very nice looking guy." She closed her eyes to think. "Something with a J or something…"
Sands' face went numb. "You're really getting crazy girly, there was no guy."
"Yes there was!" She said. "I think…"
"You're stupid you shouldn't think." Sands snapped. Lizz glared at him but didn't say anything back, she was still a little dizzy and wouldn't give Sands the change to say something mean again.
"You know what helps with killing a hangover?" Sands suddenly said, making Lizz almost jump. "Drinking."
Her eyes widened. "Are you crazy! I'm never gonna drink again!"
"Not alcohol, smartass, I mean water." Sands stood up very shaky, finding support on the chair. "Just a sec." Bravely he walked into the kitchen. She heard a couple of glasses tinkle and to her surprise he came back handing her a glass of water. She smiled. "You're too nice! What did you do with the real Sands?"
"Ha-Ha." The sarcasm couldn't be mist. "Don't think I'll make a habit out of it girly." He sat down, placed his legs over one of the armrests and relaxed.
"I wouldn't dream of it Sands." This time her voice was filled with sarcasm. She drunk up the water and afterward even felt a little bit better. Also the colours went back to normal and she could see the room right again. She smiled and put the glass down. Suddenly something got her attention. "Sands, why is your jaw covert with a dark blue bruise?"
Sands growled. "El."
"Whooo!" She quickly sat up. "You fought with El? Again!"
"No, I didn't fight, the fucker just hit me." A dark grimace filled his face. "I can't remember much, but I know I said some very stupid things."
"You did?" Nervously she started to play with her bracelet. "And you have any idea what you told him?" The man before her looked down in defeat.
"I might have given him the slightest idea I'm very fucked up, dangerous and very pathetic." He paused. "I think I told him about what my dad did to me, not in many words but I did. I fucking told him, now he knows everything, the fucker!"
"You also told him about the voices?" Lizz whispered.
There was a long pause. "No, I didn't tell him, but it was very clear, even that idiot can figure it out. I was screaming that they had to shut up and fuck off." He took a whiff of his cigarette. "I'm so fucking stupid! I lost the control, again!"
"You're not stupid Sands, it's not your fault." She tried to comfort him.
His head jerked up. "It fucking is! I should have beaten the voices by now! I even got a fucking drug to kill them and I'm still too weak to shut them out!"
Lizz sighed. Why was it so hard for him to see it wasn't his fault? None of what happened to him was. It worried her, he always blamed himself for what happened to him and he didn't give himself the time to get better. He always wanted to go, but to where? She didn't know and she had the idea he didn't knew it either.
"So what happened then?" She finally asked.
"Can't remember." His tone was bitter. "I just know one think, I'm so fucking screwed right now! He saw me without the glasses and I showed him what my dad did to me. I'm such a fucking fool!" His nails dug into his wrist.
"You're not, Sands, you're one of the smartest people I know. And the most manipulative one."
"Jeez, that helps, girly." He spat. "And how many people do you know, except me and El?"
"Uhhu…" She turned a little red. "Well, I know Chiclet-"
"Great, at least you think I'm smarter than an eight year old!" His voice was again full of sarcasm. "Lucky me!"
She frowned. "Can you please let me finish! And for your information Chiclet is ten! And I know lots and lots of other people. Like my dad, he was really smart and my chemistry teacher, very smart too. And-"
"Alright, I get your point." He snapped, taking the last whiff of his cigarette.
Lizz kicked away the blanket and lay down on the sofa, looking at the wall facing her. "Where is El anyway?"
"Dunno." She reworded as answer. "He was gone before I woke up. But does it matter? I hate the fuckmook."
'You do, but don't,' she thought. She really liked El, he wasn't that uptight the whole time as Sands was. He also treated her with respect and it was nice to talk to him. It was nice to listen to nice romantic stories about Mexico. No matter what happened to her in this country she still loved it, just like her father did.
"So what do we do now?"
"Well, I was enjoying the beautiful silence, but it seems you already fucked that up."
She glared at him. "Can you stop sneering at me for once! I just asked you one question, no need to get all that angry at me!"
To her surprise he didn't reply. She mumbled something nasty and stood up. A little bit uneased she took the first step.
"What are you doing?" Sands asked frowning.
"I'm walking, some people do that if they're bored." Immediately the agent stood up and grabbed her shoulder. "Hey!" She yelled.
"You shouldn't walk, girly, you're sick!" he tried to push her back down.
"No I'm not! I just have a little hangover, it's nothing!" She slapped his hand away. "Stop treating me like a little girl! I can take care of myself!"
"No, you can't!" And he pushed her back on the sofa.
She landed on the sofa and turned red. "Yes! I so can take care of myself!"
"No you so can't!" He told her determined. "You're still a little girly, no matter how much eyeliner or mascara you use!"
Her eyes widened. "How do you know I wear eyeliner and mascara? I never told you that!"
He opened his mouth then closed it again. He turned around and walked to the chair. "I need a smoke, you're so god damn annoying!"
"Like you're a sweet little angel to live with!" She growled. She pushed her legs up and laid her head on her knees. "So since I'm grounded on the sofa what am I gonna do to prevent me from dying of boredom?"
"You can watch TV." Sands threw the remote at her.
She sighed frustrated. "Sands, it's eleven AM, noting good on TV, only home shopping stuff and very lame soaps like As The World Turns! I'm not gonna watch that!"
"Then you don't watch TV and shut up." He told her through gritted teeth.
"But I got to do something!" She yelled slightly scared she was really going to die from boredom. " C'mon I wanna do something, please?" She tried to sounds so sweet as possible.
"Christ shut up!" Sands yelled. "You're just so.." He muttered something in frustration. "I'm going outside to get some fresh air and hopefully find some fucker I can shoot. I hope for you that fucker comes, else you might be the next!" He walked to the door. "If I even get the slightest idea you left the sofa, you're so gonna regret it girly!" With that he walked out and slammed the door shut.
Lizz watched the closed door with big eyes. "I swear that guy is getting freakier by the minute!"
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After a half hour of sitting against the fence of the veranda, trying to get his anger down and after having more than one smoke he calmed down.
'Where did El go?' He thought. 'Maybe I scared him so much he flied'. He smirked that would be so brilliant. To bad he knew the man. El wasn't a man that would leave without a fight. And the fuckmook made it his heroic mission to protect the little girly, so there was no way he wouldn't come back. He stood up and placed his hands on the fence letting his body support on the wood. The warm Mexican wind played with his sticky uncombed hair. He sighted. 'God, I wise I had my eyes back.'
He pushed up his glasses a little and touched the skin beneath them. The girl told him it didn't scar that much, but she probably just had said that to make him feel better, stupid little kid, why did she tried to be nice to him? He didn't deserve that, not after everything he did. He killed so many people, destroyed so many lives and did so many other nasty stuff. And he didn't feel sorry for it, not even a little regret. It was to late for all of that. Just to fucking late...
He shook his head. "Better get back in before she some how finds a way to get herself killed." He grinned and pushed open the door. He walked in and heard the sound of the TV.
"So you decided to go watch TV after all?"
"Uhu." Was the cranky answer.
"Good girl, finally you listen to me." He grinned. 'Guess threatening works after all.'
"Right, Sands, of course I listen to you…" He didn't like her tone, to sweet, to suspicious.
"What did you do!" He said on a low tone.
"Nothing… just watching TV, just like you ordered me."
There was something going on, she never did what he ordered her to do. "Spit it out girly, what did you do?"
"Nothing, would I dare to undermine your authority!" Still her voices was very sweet, but there was a sarcastic undertone, very hard to miss.
"Girly, I know you're fucking with me, so say it before I have to hurt you!" He walked dangerously towards her.
"Owh, I'm so scared right now!" He knew she was smiling, challenging him. She was fucking playing with him! With him, Agent Sands! "You better be!" He snapped.
She started to giggle and jumped of the sofa. "You can't even catch me!" Sands growl and jumped at her. She gave a loud scream and backed up just in time.
"Fucking little bitch, stay still!" Very pissed he cracked his knuckles.
"Yeah, right, do you think I'm that stupid!" She laughed. "You can't get me!"
He growled. 'One day I'm so gonna shoot her fore real!' "Owh, just wait girly!" He focus on her breathing and rushed to her. She started to scream and laugh at the same time then made a run. She jumped on the sofa and looked around, facing Sands. The man looked utterly pissed off and ready to shoot someone. She grinned. 'Let's see how more further I can go before he 'shoots' me.'
"You're getting slow Sands!" She yelled, jumping up and down on the sofa.
His eyebrows went low. " I was going to be easy on you, being a naïve little girl, but you screwed that part up. Now you're in big trouble missy!"
She made another jump. "Like I said before, you can't catch me!" To her surprise he started to smirk. "What!"
"Nothing…" He looked slightly up. "I just wished I could see your face when I do this." And with one powerful kick he kicked her feet from under her. Her eyes wide and before she knew it she landed on her butt, right next to the sofa.
"Hey!" Furious she looked up. "You cheated!"
Smirking he looked down on her. "Girly, I'm a corrupted CIA agent, cheating is my way of life!" He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up, still smirking devilish.
She pouted. "It still isn't fair, you know…"
"Like I care." His grip tightened a little. "Now, before I lose my sanity even more by your annoying little kiddy games… What did you do!"
"Noting-" She got pulled up and hung in the air. "Okay, I made a couple of changes on the TV, nothing big, I swear!"
"And what is that suppose to mean!" Sands snapped, not easing his grip.
She sighted and rolled her eyes. "Hello, what do you think! I screwed the thing open and switched a few wires. Now I can watch MTV, canal plus and TMF!"
His grip eased and he let her go. "That's it?"
She nodded. "Uhuh…"
"And you only switched a couple of wires?"
She nodded again. "Jup."
He started to chuckle and tapped on her shoulder. "That's pretty smart, girly." She jumped back on the sofa and sat down. "Dawn of the dead is on canal plus, wanna watch?"
He glared at her. "I can't see idiot."
"So?" She switched the TV one. "I'll tell you what's happening."
He thought for a moment and finally sat down next to her. "Guess there is nothing else I can do around here. So why not?"
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It was kind of nice to watch a movie with the girly. He succeeded to make her jump for four times in less then a half hour. She was totally in the movie, yelling to the characters what to do and in the meantime telling him what the 'idiots' ,like she called them, where doing.
"Owh, god! How can they be so stupid!" She yelled frustrated next to him. He chuckled, she probably was still holding the little pillow against her chest for support if something scary happened. Or to smack him with if he dared to scare her for the fifth time.
"I really don't get those people!" She muttered. "Why do they always run to the wrong place or open a door while it's so clear a zombie is behind it!"
"Girly, calm down, you'll faint if you keep talking in this speed." He smirked when he heard her grumble something at him. "And, just so you can sleep without a nightlight on, they're actors and get paid to play in third range movies like this."
"Thanks for ruining the movie Sands, really…"
"No problem, luv."
He got rewarded by a pillow against his shoulder. He grabbed the thing in reflex and snatched it out of her hands.
"HEY! Give it back!"
He held the pillow as far away from her as he could. "Don't think so, Lizzy-O."
Right when she was about to grab the pillow back, someone slammed hard on the door.
The both stopped fighting and looked at the direction of the door. Lizz half bent over Sands to snatch the pillow back, looked with huge eyes at the door. "It's the zombies!" Fast she grabbed the pillow and held it in front of her.
Sands glared at her. "There are no such things as zombies, idiot!"
Again someone slammed against the door. Lizz gave a scream and jumped behind the sofa. She heard Sands curse, sighed and dragged him behind the sofa too. Sands pulled his wrist back. "What the fuck do-"
"SST! Not now!" She whispered. Thankfully he listened to her and went quiet. Someone outside screamed and with one last BANG the door slammed open.
Lizz swallowed, pulled Sands' gun out from between his belt and jumped up, just in time to look right into the hurried eyes of El. Her mouth dropped. "What-"
El cut her off. "They found us!" He yelled, slamming the door shut and pulling out his own gun. "There here!"
Jup, I let it hang on a cliffy again, sorry for that but I luvvv Cliffies! And well, this chap took me so long I just wanted to update!
OWh and Emma, thanks for that scare tactics!
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Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.