This chapter is a bit where my poem Is it to late is about. I don't force people to read, just a small suggestion.

Also warning. There are some deep stuff in here. Mostly about Sands and about his problems. Not ganna say to much, not want to ruin the chapter.

One last thing. Sorry took some time to writhe, but the beginning was pretty hard to make. And I was to the Elf Fantasy Fair so I got a hell of a excuse!

Chapter 36) Is it to late.

Things sucked like they never sucked before. El had literally dumped him in some kind of motel, somewhere in the middle of a criminal village. 'The' had left about three hours ago, out looking for Lizzy, who was probable already dead. And he was trying to stay sane. What, as a matter of fact, was very hard.

It went always the same. Something put him off balance and slowly the voice would take over. Normally he staid in control because he knew he could handle the situation. But right now he was freaking out, he was left alone with only his guilt and the voiced that slowly returned.

"Tsk, tks Shel, thought you could just fuck me up with some drug? Really thought I would die only because that kid gave you some dope?"

"Leave me ALONE!" He clutched his fist, making his nails dig into his hand. "Go away!" To his relieve it kept silent. He whipped the sweet off his forehead. "C'mon Sands, don't let that thing take the best of you, you're stronger than this."

A murky laughter echoed throw the room. Hastily Sands jumped up from the bed and cocked his head from side to side. 'Did it come from out of the room, or is it in my head.' He felt like thousand people watching him, every step.

"Where watching you Shel, all three of us… You fucked up again… Remember what happens when you screw something up?"

He held his breath. "No…"

"That's right, he comes back and hurt you…And I think you fucked up big time…"

"You made another girl leave Sheldon. How could you! After everything she did for you! For once I thought you've changes. But your just one big LIE!"

"No, mom I'm not-"

"Yes you are Sheldon! Everything you promised me to became you failed. The day I left you told me you would be a good boy. And what are you now! A sick killer! I wish you're father had drown you, so I don't have to see what kind of thing my son become!"

"Shut up!"

Shelly, Shelly don't act so sissy. Act like a killer, you are one! End this!"

"NO!"

"Why not Shel, it's not like you have anything left to stay here…right?"

"I need to save her…" Sands hold his breath, realising what he just said. And he was right. If she was still alive, if there was still a change to save her, he had to. He owned her that.

"She's already dead Shel, you killed her remember? You made her leave and walk right into the claws of death. And do you think she's waiting for a blind brute monster like you? No, she wants the great Mariachi to save her. A man brave and kind, not a sick bastard like you."

Sands clutches his teeth. The voice was right. There was just now way… That someone would pick him.

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In the meantime El drove off, to the closed down factory. A couple of villagers had told him they had seen a couple of cars drove throws that. So it would be the best place to start looking.

He was almost there and saw light burn.

'At leased there are people in that thing.' He thought, he had drove for almost a hour to get there. About hundred meter in front of the factory he parked the car, checked his guns and ammo and stepped out. Quickly he sneaked close by. He duck behind a bush and saw two armed man guard the front door. He grinned, this was to easy.

A rock hit against the glass of the factory. The first guard frowned and ordered the other to check it out. After the second one walked off, the first one got smack on the back of his head by a holster. ( achterkant van een gun) Guard number two came back and got hit in the face by a large piece of metal. Making a squeaking sound he dropped on the ground, landing on guard number one.

Grinning El stepped out of the shadow and snatch both there guns. When he walked into the factory he was immediate back on his feet. This was enemy territory and he had to be very careful. He walked throw the hall carefully trying to catch every sound. He saw a couple of old machinery, been covert with dust. It was clear the factory wasn't used for a long time. He touched one of the things, trying to figure out where it got used for.

A light went one. El's eye's widened and he duck behind the old piece of iron. He heard two man walk close.

"What the hell is thanking so long Daily!" Grumbled the first one furious with a very south accent.

"Can't help it boss, the little bugger isn't very willing to cooperated." A very familiar voice spook.

'Daily is not dead yet!' El's mouth dropped. Why didn't Sands kill him when he had the changes!

"It's a little girl! How hard can it be to get her to do what you say! Use you're head, idiot! Make her understand what the conscientious are if she doesn't do what I tell her to do! She stole my god damn money! And I'm very pissed 'bout that! So you better make sure she gets it back before tomorrow and doesn't try to warn anyone, like yesterday!"

It was very hard for El not to shoot the man right now. 'That bastard is her stepdad. If I find out he did something to her I'll…'

"Yes, boss I make sure she gets your money back." Daily said hastily. El heard her stepdad mumble something and walk off. This was his changes!

He jumped up, sprung over the machinery and grabbed Daily by his neck. Before the man could yell for help he pushed his gun against the man's cheek. "Don't say a word, ore you're dead meat."

Daily winched and looked at him with frightened eye's. El looked deadly back. "Where is she!" When Daily didn't answer right away, he dragged the man up and smack him up against a wall. "Better answer quick before I loos my temper!" To prove his point he pushed his gun from safety.

Shocked Daily pointed at a hall. "She's in the last door on you're right." His voices quivered. El's eye's narrowed. "I hope for you she isn't harmed." He lowered the man and pushed him forward. "Walk!" Daily almost tripped over his own feet and stumbled forward, stroking his neck. El still aimed his gun at Daily.

At the door Daily pulled a key out of his pocked and pushed it into the key-hole. He looked up at El. "She's in there."

"You first!" He demanded, not feeling much for walking into a room full of armed men. Daily sighted opened the door and stepped into a dark room. El blinked and tried to make out what was in the room.

Suddenly a war scream echoed throw the room and Daily yelped, falling unconscious on the floor. El jumped up and the door close behind him. He was in complied darkness. 'This is how Sands must feel all day.' Shoot throw his mind. He heard a sweeping sound and in reflex he grabbed a long piece of wood before it would hit his face. Quickly he reached to the and grabbed the carrier by the neck.

"Let me go!"

"Lizz?" Quickly he let her go. She coughed and catch he breath back.

"EL!" She let out a relieved yelp. "What are you doing here!"

He smiled. "Well, saving you off course!" She yelled again and hugged him. El quickly pushed her away. "Were not out of this yet. We have to be quick." He passed her a gun. "Use this if you have to."

Clumsy she grabbed the gun. "I have to shoot?"

"Yes, you practised with Sands and I need you're help."

"But-"

"No but, let's go."

El pushed open the door, cocked his head out and scanned quickly he hall. No man around. "It's safe." He said and walked out. Lizz followed him. He turned to her. "Listened if we-" he stopped and looked at her face. Her lip was swollen and bruised, as her left eye. When she notched where he looked at she lowered her head ashamed. He gently touched her chin and pushed her head up.

"Who did that to you?"

Her eye's started to fill with tears. "My stepdad, when he realised I tried to warn the cops." El starred at her, feeling guilty for not being here sooner.

Suddenly running steps filled came close. "Alarm! Juan and Casper are out!" A man, wearing black closed run into the hall. He stopped running when he saw El and Lizz. "PRISONER ESC-" Before he could finish his word El shot him down. Fast he grabbed Lizz, who starred at the dead bleeding man.

"Run, they must have hear the shot!" Her eye's grow and she started to run as El tried to remember where the exit was. Another man stored in at them. El shoot him and pushed him aside, cursing under his breath when Lizz let out a scream.

Finally he saw the door he used before. Relieved he let out a breath and smashed throw the door. He broke easily throw the wood and landed on the sand. He shook his head making the sand fall out his hair. He stood up and looked at Lizz, standing in the doorway looking disoöritated into the night.

"C'mon Lizz." He stood up and both run at the car. El smacked open the door and hurried in, Lizz doing the same next to him. He felt around for the keys, started the car and drove hastily away.

After they reached the highway he dared to let out a relieved breath. 'They made with, without getting hurt.' Feeling rather good about himself he looked at Lizz. His mood dropped ten degree. The girl stared down at her feet, making herself small as possible. Tears slowly run down her bruised cheek.

"Lizz." He didn't know how he should react. "What happened to you."

"He beat me." She whispered, sounding cold. "He lied. He didn't had my mom. It was just a trick to get a stupid girl to do what he want."

El bit his lip. Now he had absolutely now clue what to say. And if he ever got his hand on that bastard he would… But right now that wasn't the point. "You're not stupid Lizz-"

"Yes, I am." She looked up at him with bitter eye's. "Everything I did was a mistake! I shouldn't have stool the money. I should have never got to Mexico. I shouldn't had helped Sands!" El saw her bit her lip, not to break down in tears. "I'm so fucking stupid!"

El took a couple of second until she calm down a bit. "You're not stupid Lizz, and don't interrupt me." He said after she already opened her mouth to say something back. "You manages to run away, get to Mexico. You can drive, shoot and get the best out of every situation. Lot of other girls, even grown man should hade gave up. But you didn't. You saved me a couple of times. And even Sands, not only from death but also from insanity."

"But I couldn't stop him from hating me." She whispered disappointed and sad. "Do you know what he did to me? First he tried to set me up and deliver me at my stepdad. I swear that bastards Daily let me here the tap. It was just that there was some stuff in a bar ore Sands would have hand me over at that guy." She wiped the tears of her face. "And do you know what he said when I left? He whished I would end up in hell, he called me a bitch a liar he whished I was death." She looked up to him. "You only say things like that if you hate that person." She wrapped her arms around her legs. "So he can go to hell, I never have to see that guy ever again!"

El looked from the corners of his eye's at her. There she sat, a girl with short hair been throw more than was good for a person. He could get her out of this mess, save her and move to another country. It should be a good thing to do. But still… fifteen miles from here waited a guy, even more insane than the devil, for her return. He didn't like Sands. The man was cocky, manipulative and terrible arrogant. He knew what Sands had done, what he was capable of.

But he also knew that the man cared about her. Loved was a big word, but he adored her. It surprised him more than ever when he saw the cold-blooded killer act so kind at her. Sands had saved her, protected her and made her laugh. He would never admit it, but when El saw him, just after Lizz run off, it was like a Sands was crying.

So, even when is mind told him otherwise he started to talk. "Lizz remember when you woke up in my house after you went to that bar?"

Surprised she looked at him. "Yeah, but what has that to do with this?"

El slowed down the car a bit. " You didn't had a hangover. In that bar was a guy that putted drugs in you're drink. When the drugs kicked in, Sands took over the wheel and drove nearby my house. Then you passed out. He dragged you out of the car and walked to the house. I still have no idea how he did that. But he did. He could have left you in the car and you would have frees to death, Mexico can gets cold very fast."

"So there was a guy and Sands did save me?" El nodded.

Lizz frowned. "Why didn't he say that back then?"

El smiled. "You think that Sands would spread the rumour he actually saved someone's life with no other intensions?"

Lizz giggled. "That's right, hell would freeze over before he would say that."

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It's been three hours and the voices where still there. He had taken the fucking pills but still no effect. He sat in a chair, trying to breath so slowly as he could. If he didn't think and played death they where almost inaudible… almost.

"Shel admit it, you're going mad, crazy insane…"

"Almost back little piece of shit, just wait, just wait…"

"I didn't think you could end up worse Sheldon! Even hell isn't good enough for you!"

He slowly shook his head and brushed over his gun. 'Don't reacted on them Sands, they'll go away eventually.'

"Ahh, that's where you're wrong Shel, see we never go away. We stay here for ever. No drugs can get us shut up. We are a part of you. You've made us, created us and you can't hush us!"

He didn't get it. Why didn't they go away? He had taken the drugs, he didn't react on them and they where still there. What was wrong?

"You're wrong Shel, everything about you is wrong, bad, mutilated. That's why nobody loves you. Why would anyone love something so disgusted as you!"

Something deep inside of him hurt. Very badly it hurt. "That's not true. Mom, you loved me once right?" 'Please let it be a yes.'

"Once I may did. But that's nothing more than a mothers job. A mom has to love her son. But in a way I always hated you, Sheldon. You where weak and looked so much as you're father. You where always so sickly attached to me. Like a parasite, why did you think I died. You suck all the life out of me!"

"No mom, please… Don't say that to me." How could she say that! This couldn't be her. She always told him she loved him and she protected him from his dad. Ore would she tell the truth? Would she really hated him? If so, then there was never someone that loved him.

"Incapable of loving, Shel. Told you that already, didn't I?"

"You're not worth the beloved, sick little kid!"

"You only hate and destroy Sheldon…"

"No…" He felt pain in his chest. Great pain, not physical but mental. Why did this do so much to him? Where did the cold-blooded killer go? Why did he sunk back into that scared little Sheriff Sheldon? Why did he feel like this? It didn't make any sense, what was the point of feeling guilty if you couldn't make things different. He stroke slowly over his temple. 'What the fuck, what the fuck…'

CREAKKK

It took him some time to figure out what that sound was. He realised it was the door. He tensed. It could be anyone. And probable someone that wanted him death. He wanted to reached to his gun, but if he did that person could shoot him before he even touched his gun. He felt cold and frustrated for not been able to see.

The door opened more, hearing the sound of un-oiled metal. The someone stood in the doorway, ticking with nails on the door. "Sands?" It sounded unsure. His mind stopped. 'No fucking way…' Slowly he looked up in disbelieve. 'It couldn't be, why would…'

"Are you still mad on me?"

"You came back…?"

Both questions where answered when the other spook. He heard running steps and they jingling sound of her bracelet. Before he knew it she was around his neck and hugged him. She kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, really sorry." She whispered in his ear. "It's my fault, she wasn't even there…" She sobbed. "I'm never going ever again, if you will protect me kay?"

He was still a bit tensed by the sudden touched, but slowly hugged her back, realising what she was saying to him. He tried to find good words, something good to say. But his mind failed him right now. Finally he manages to say something. "Promise." He felt her relax against his chest. She kissed him again and placed her head on his chest, where his heart was.

They didn't say anything. Sometimes silent is good to. He slowly stroke throw her short hair, feeling her deep breath and slow. She was asleep and back. She came back. She hadn't broke her promise. She cared enough about him to get back. After everything he put her throw, everything he did to her, she came back. He let out a long relieved breath, not caring shit about El, who was probable watching him. Watching him been all cuddly and girly. The man was probable laughing his ass off. Right now he didn't give a fuck. Even if the whole CIA was watching this he couldn't care less. He just had to kill the fuckmooks tomorrow. All he cared about was she. Because she came back.

Well, isn't this totally CUTE! Ore a bit to much? I hope not I really tried to make Sands the cold guy, but c'mon give it a break it's hard to get a guy 100 procent deadly all the time.

I also want you to know the end is near. I'm almost done. I think two, three, maybe four chapters and it's finished. ( feeling bit miserable at the moment).

Anyway, please let me know what you think of this! Was it to cuddly ore to OOC? If so say and I WILL change it… try.

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.