Sorry I didn't update sooner. But I saw potc again and I had to edit a small idea for a story. But don't worry I won't abandon this fic, I'm just a bit stuck for the moment. But before I do something serious about writing I will finish this fic!
Disclaim: still got some space left so let's destroy my dream shall we? I DON'T OWN SANDS! (CRIES!) and I DON'T OWN EL! And I don't own ANYTHING that might look like something from OUATIM. I do own Lizz and I'm very glad with that!
A/N) PEOPLE READING THIS STORY! I wanna say I mad it to 100000 WORDS! That my record! Thank you all for reviewing everytime! I luv YA!
One last thing, The title sucks, like always. But the chap is good.
Chapter 35) City of the outcast.
Angy and tired El shut his door. Sweating and hungry he walked into the motel. 'It stings, half day asking around and no information. I got nothing!' Irritated he felt in his pockets for his keys. After three pockets he realised his room keys were still in the car. "Damn it!" He hissed looking murderous at his door. He didn't feel anything for walking back to his car so he walked to the room across, knocking on the door.
After not receiving an answer he opened the door. The room was dimmed, curtains drawn closed and the room was a mess. Everywhere he looked were pieces of glass, splinters form a broken table and cigarettes buts. 'What happened here?' Slowly he walked into the room, hearing glass break under his boots. First he walked to the curtains and shifted them open. The room got lighted by the last bit of the sunset. He then noticed the light balls where blown off. 'Was there a fight?' Suddenly he heard glass rankle behind him. Quickly he turned around and saw a bottle roll from behind the bed, covered in blood.
His eyes grew and quickly he ran around the bed. There he let out a soft gasp. On the ground laid Sands, covert in blood, face very pale and he seemed unconscious. He kneeled besides the man and shook him gently. But the agent didn't react and barely breathed. El growled and stood up. He lifted the man carefully and brought him to the bathroom. There he placed him under the shower and putted the thing on. Slowly the water around him turned red. He sighted relieved. It looked worse than it was. Only his hands had been bleeding, probably because of the broken glass.
After a couple of seconds Sands slowly shook his head, probably wondering where the water was coming from. He mumbled something and shook his head dizzy.
El turned off the shower. "What happened Sands?"
The man's face turned into a grimace. "Am I not dead jet?"
"Afraid not Sands." El answered, not very in the mood to talks about Sands' dead wishes. "What happened."
Sands looked even more pained. "She left, that what's happened! She just ran off, that fucking little bitch." He looked up, soaked. "She told me she wouldn't run off like everyone else did. I hope she dies."
Shocked El looked at the man in front of him. Just a couple of hours ago he'd looked like the girls best friend, defending her and making her smile. What happened when he was looking for information? Slowly he looked back at Sands. He didn't look bitter as El had thought he would, no, he looked devastated. "She left me here, like an old dog tied against a tree. I'm nothing to her, else she wouldn't have broken her promise."
El didn't know what to say. Sands looked like he was about to cry, if he could. It was a bit frightening to see the man who was his sworn enemy look so… broken. He realised he had to say something. "Do you have any idea where she went?"
"To hell, that's where she is going." Sands hissed. "Stupid fucked up kid, she went back to him, after everything he did to her she still goes back to him. Only to save her dead drunk uncaring mom."
"Wait, she went back to her stepdad!" El yelled.
"That's what I said fuckmook…"
"And you didn't even stop her!" El asked in disbelieve.
"What could I have said, El almighty, she's crazy. She wants to save her mom so desperately. Well, fuck her then. That bitch never did shit for her."
"You are unbelievable Sands." El felt much like beating the guy to shit, but only the looks of the man made clear that he did that to himself already. "She is just a little girl. She doesn't know any better. You keep acting like she's a grown up. But she isn't Sands! God sometimes you can be so… so." He didn't find the right words. "And don't even act as if she doesn't care about you. She loves you. She's puts up with more shit than you can imagine. You've hurt her so many times and she never hated you."
Sands shrugged. "Fuck you El, fuck you."
Right now El felt much for shooting the man. But his mind said no, there were more important things to do. He hurried back into the living room and started to look around for clues. After kicking over some bottles and looking around the room he saw a small note next to the phone.
He found me,
I'm going to San Luis Portuez.
He's got my mom,
Say Sands I'm sorry and please don't let him behind,
Love, Lizz.
'San Luis Portuez, that wasn't to far from here.' El thought. One day of driving and you could be there. Quickly he grabbed his gun, the car keys and his coat. He was about to smack the door opened and run to the car. Then he realised there was still something he had to deal with. Growling he walked to the bathroom. "Sands I…" He sighted. 'Never mind I have no time for this.'
Before the agent even opened his mouth El grabbed him by the waist and threw him over his shoulder. Sands was to shocked to say something right away, but that didn't take to long.
"What the fuck are you doing!" He yelled furious, trying to get out of the strong grip of the Mariachi. "Let me go!" If he hadn't drunk so fucking much he would have killed El and make it very, very painful.
"Don't talk. You and I have a girl to safe." And with that El ran to the car, knowing he couldn't pay even half the stuff Sands drunk. He literally threw Sands into the backseat of the car and drove off.
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When he woke up his head was spinning and his hands burning. He didn't have a clue where he was. The only thing he knew was that he wanted to be dead. He seriously felt as bad as shit and he doubted that was only from the alcohol he had drunk. He moved his head a little to the left, trying to stop the dizzy feeling. He heard a motor spinning, was he in a car? How did he end up there? Even a better question, who was steering this thing? He knew who wasn't behind the wheal. "The little fuckshit." He hissed.
"Good, you're away." A deep heavy accented voice cheered, to happily.
El, off course señor asshole had to drag him along, wherever he was going. Why didn't that fuckmook just shoot him? That wasn't so much to ask now was it! "Where we going?" He muffled, a bit wondered his voices sounded so calm.
"Going to save Lizz, since you couldn't do that yourself." El briefly answered.
"I don't want to." He said, not caring that he sounded like a toddler.
"That's your problem, we're going."
"Why, I don't see any good in it."
"Because she saved us and because I feel I have to help her."
"Why? That doesn't make any sense you know." Sands said. "She choose to go away, why don't you leave her alone?"
"She didn't choose for anything Sands, her stepdad forced her to come. If not her mom would get killed."
"Her mom was a dead drunk. The bitch never cared about Lizz. So why did Lizz ran off to save that bitch?" This was really a question. And he was scared what the answer would be. He knew he sometimes treated her like shit. And deep in his heart he was scared that she ran off because of that. That the whole phone call thing was just a trick to get away from him. It nagged him to death he couldn't decide to trust her or not. He wanted it, to trust her. But he couldn't bring himself that far.
El sighed, another thing that bugged him. The guy acted like he was a child asking to many annoying questions. "A mother is one of the most important people in a life Sands. I'm sure you won't understand it."
'Don't get your answers so sure, amigo, you would be surprised.' Sands toughed. "Still she's stupid. Why would she care for someone that never did the same for her."
"Because children stay loyal to their parents, that's why."
He bit his lip. He knew El was right. At the beginning when his dad started to beat him, he never doubted his dad was bad. He was the bad one, not his dad. And the stupid part was, it took him about eighteen years to figure that out.
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Around midnight El finally saw the lights of San Luis Portuez. It was a small town, mostly inhabit by labours. But because the factory had to close by a huge fraud it was almost abandoned. Only a couple of old people still lived there and of course people with criminal plans.
El park the car about hundred feet removed from the town. He smacked Sands, who had been asleep most of the ride, on the back on his head. "Wake up, Gringo." The man looked at him deadly and they both stepped out.
"Where are we?" Sands asked, still sleepy.
"We're in San Luis Portuez. Small town. Almost no villagers, one old factory, that's about it." El said, looking around for anything suspicious.
"Great, and why did you brought us here?"
He realised he hadn't told Sands anything about Lizz her letter. He'd just dragged the man to the car and drove away. "Lizz left a note." He felt in his pocket. "It says she's going to San Luis Portuez. And she says she's sorry for leaving you behind."
Sands shrugged. "Bit late for that, don't you think."
'That guy is unbelievable,' El decided. He put the car keys in his pocket and started to walk towards the city.
"Wait." Sands yelled from behind him.
Sighing he turned around. "What!" He said irritated.
Sands stood still, biting his lip and looking down. "I don't now where I have to go. I can't see."
El cursed himself for not thinking about that earlier. How was he going to deal with this? The man who stood across him was blind, no, worse than blind. And Sands hated to asked his help, he already knew that. And by only the looks of the other man he could make clear he wouldn't think a second time to shoot him, if he did anything to make the helping even more worse.
"And what should I do about it?" He asked finally.
"There isn't much to do about it anymore, fuckshit." He pointed at his glasses. "It's a bit late to restore the eyes, savvy?" His voice was a mixture between bitterness and sarcasm. He had to say, it was a very bad way to put the words.
"You know what I mean Sands."
"I know that, I'm just trying to get a bit humour into this deadly silence thing."
"That's not working, Sands."
"Because you are world best fun-killer, El, dear friend. I bet you're born so uptight."
El rolled his eyes. "Do you want to get into town or what!"
"Whatever."
Praying to God to please give him more patients he grabbed the agents' wrist. He didn't react to the curses, threats or the yelling. He wanted to get into the city, find out where Lizz was and safe her, before it was to late.
It's again very short, but that's because I'm a bit stuck with the story. I still know what's gonna happen, but I can't write it down properly. So pray for me and send me a nice wonderful, long review.