Owh, boy you're going to hate me after this chapter… (evil grin)

Inspirited by: Evanescence, My last breath.

Chapter 39)Grand final part II.

Sand froze after hearing that voice. It couldn't be… Was his luck really that low?

Guess it it fuckshit! The voice suddenly cheered in his head. You fell right into the lap of you're nice old pal Dailey. IDIOT!

"Get him up!" Daily yelled. Again the chairs scratched over the floor and within a second he was up against a wall, trapped between two strong arms. He froze that moment, he was so fucking caught!

"I know you're in there!" Daily snapped and looked up. Lizz let out a soft cry, immediately go cut off by El. Fast he grabbed her around her waist and placed his hand for her mouth.

"Don't say a word." He whispered in her ear. "They kill us!" She slapped his hand away.

"Yeah, and what about Sands!" Her eye's where wide of panic. "There ganna kill him!" Suddenly there was a shot followed by a low moan. Coming from Sands. Without any hesitate Lizz dragged loos out of El's arms and jumped throw the broken piece of shaft.

She landed on the broken table, almost fell but kept standing. With scared eye's she scanned the room. Dailey and a couple of man where standing right in front of her, all armed all very pissed because of her. But that wasn't her main rezone to be scared. Behind the men was Sands, slowly sinking on his knees. Blood started to drip on the ground surrounding him. With a pained face he grabbed his right upper arm, moaning low like a animal.

"Well, well, if it isn't the pain in the ass…" Daily smiled cold and pointed at one of the man. "Get her."

Lizz gave a scream, tried to turn around and run. But she stumble over a piece of wood and fell down. It didn't take the man long to get her op, drag her to the wall and push her down on a iron chair.

Dailey seemed very happy about her loud visit and pulled his self phone out of his pocked.

"Yeah, boss we got the kid." He started a conversation with the man on the other end of the line.

"You should've run, brat." Sands moaned a couple of feet from her. "You're so fucking stupid, you should've run with-"

"Shut up!" Lizz spit back. Slowly she looked up to the shaft. "They would kill you if I didn't jump."

"Well, what do you think there going to do now?" Sands snapped still holding his right arm. "There going to kill me and you when they got there money."

Lizz bit her lip and looked again to the shaft.

"So, now that we got you-" Dailey said, pushing his phone back. "-We don't need him any longer." He pointed at Sands. He walked up to the wounded man. "Get up."

Sands growl and looked furiously up. Only earning him a blow in the face from Dailey. Then he grabbed Sands and pushed him up. "Owh, Sands you have no idea how long I was waiting for this. You little blackmailing piece of shit!" Sands just grinned, what made Dailey only more furious. He grabbed Sands glasses and throw them on the floor.

Sands felt a shiver run throw his body when he heard the cracking sound of his glasses. This was it again, he lost his dignity. And with his dignity he lost his balance.

"Fucker, you screwed up so badly this time…"

"You're ganna get killed shitty little boy and then you come to me! Hell is waiting for you piece of nothing!"

"See where this brought you Sheldon? To death! Why couldn't you just be a decent man, someone I could be proud of instead of hating?"

"Fuck off!" Was all he said. What more could he say? And what did it matter, he was about to die. To get killed by a man he had been blackmailing from the moment he found out Dailey like kidporn. He never said it to anyone, in that way Dailey could stay a CIA agent and so he could urn some money. What a idiot he was. He should have go to the police, now Dailey was going to shoot him and the girly was going to be next. All because of him.

"Don't you shoot him!" Everyone in the room turned to Lizz. She went completely pale but wasn't thinking of shutting up. "If you shoot him I'm never ganna get the money back!"

"Owh, you will honey, be sure of that." And with that Dailey pulled his gun out an aimed at Sands. Lizz froze when she heard the blow. Quickly she closed her eye's.

But it wasn't Sands falling dead on the ground. To everyone's surprise Dailey dropped dead on the floor, making one last outcry. Slowly she opened one eye.

El stood in the middle of the room, aiming both his guns on the man in surrounding him. It was four against one, even a bit to much for El having nothing for cover.

'Shit.' Lizz thought. Slowly she looked up to the man standing next to her. He had a gun, but could she kill him? She sighted, no she couldn't she wasn't born to kill. But… you didn't have to kill someone to get his gun right?

Quickly she grabbed the man's gun and hit him in the knee. Because of Sands she knew that had to hurt like hell.

And it did to her delight. The man gave a scream and dropped on the floor. The attention left El and everyone looked at the screaming man. Lizz was a bit shocked by the sound of the man, know she did this to him. Quickly she pressed the gun in Sands hands like it burned.

"Here, you do it."

Sands felt the gun in his hand. And it was back again, the control. He had power again, a thing to kill. And with power there was control. The voices where under control. A smile appeared on his face. "Lizz lead the way."

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There was shooting from the other side. Once a bullet nearly hit him. But he knew he would win. It was too easy, these guys where a piece of cake after everything he'd been through. And it was because he wasn't fighting alone. He had the girly screaming where to shoot and El to watch his back, for the moment.

"Get down Lizz! Don't stay standing in the middle of this!" He snapped, pulling her down against the wall. "Stay here and talk."

"Right in front of you." He nodded and shot and off course hit. After a few more gun shots it was over. The fight was done.

"That was it?" He said. "This was the final battle, killing four man and running away with the money?"

"Guess so." El mumbled softly.

"And what's up with you Lizz? Still standing?" He looked at her direction and grinned.

"Yeah, I'm still alive. Just a bit disgusted because of all the dead bodies… And you're kinda scaring me off with that huge smile on you're face."

He glared at her and pushed the gun between his belt. 'So fuckers, where are you now? Can't get me anymore, now can you?' He felt the eager to scream victorious. Finally he was back in control again and not just for the moment. Forever, because he got the money and some weird girl that liked him more than El. He won, they lost end of story. He was back in the game!

"Sands-"

A shot and a yelp from pain and surprise. He turned fully around and stood stunned while she hit the floor. She was there, a few feet from him and he hadn't hear it coming…

You really didn't see it coming… Fucking little monkey.

"No…" He felt paralysed. "Can't be…" Not now, not after every shit she survived. Slowly his feet started moving to her.

"Lizzy?"

He heard her cough and bow down. 'No. Not now.' He stuck out his hand and touched her hand.

"See what you do to people, Sheldon? Look what you've done to her!"

"Didn't see that coming, you fuck, you screwed up!"

"Didn't see it coming, didn't see it coming…"

He felt sick, numb, unbelieving. "Lizz?" She coughed and spit on the floor. He knew what it was, blood. He grabbed her wrist and shook it gently. "Lizzy, stay with me, say something."

"I'm going to died aren't I?" Her voice was weak and shivery.

"Fuck, no you're not going to die! Don't fucking dare to say that again!" He heard his own voice skip a few beats but didn't care. She was talking shit, she couldn't die. Not now, not when they where so close to leave this shit-hole forever. Slowly his hand seek her cheek and lifted her head up. "Don't talk shit."

"I'm sorry…" She coughed again and started to cry. "Please go find my mom… and kill him." Slowly her breathing become weaker, her body eased and her blood started to drip on his hand. Before him, in his own hands she was dieing. And he just sat there not know what to do, what he could do to stop it. In his whole CIA training he had been told everything about killing someone. How to hurt you're enemy so he would break. But he couldn't remember any lesson about saving some-one else's life. And normally it didn't even matter. But now it did, because she was the one dying, not some agent ore other ally. No, it was Lizzy. Lizzy-talk-a-lot, Lizzy-snappy-mouth. Girly, to stupid to understand the real fucked up world. The little brat that cared about him more than he ever would have guessed. More than I deserve.

"Until now Sands, with her you could hush us..."

"But you screwed that up, you let her get killed…"

"So now where in here for real…"

He knew they where right. He lost, but still had a mission to accomplish. Carefully he placed Lizz on the floor and turned around.

"I'm going to kill you and it's going to hurt like hell."

Footsteps stepped into the room. "Well, well if that isn't The agent Dailey kept talking about. You're the rezone it took me so long to find the little slut back. Thanks a lot for that." The footsteps stopped a few feet from him. "But in the end I found her, like always. Thinking she can run from me!"

"I like this guy, Shel, he got balls. Maybe you should ask him to hire you."

'Shut up!' Sands stood up. The pain in his arm seems somehow so less. Even the voices were so far gone, like there stood a wall between them. All what matter right now was his last mission, to kill him. It was a bit like The Day Of The Dead. He knew he was going to die, just one last thing and it all would be over.

"Freeze, mister Sands. As you could guess I'm not a stupid man. I have a gun and I'm heartless enough to shoot you… ore her again."

He stopped, like he was told. "Who are you." He asked slowly holding the rage.

The man in front of him laughed dryly. Sands tried to get all the details of the man. He had a America accent, sounded a bit South. He wore boots, did something business in drugs and… shit he didn't know anything more about this guy.

"That's not something you should worry about, mister Sands. I have to say I'm a bit surprise that little brat didn't told you. I thought more of you, all the stories about you must be a big joke."

"Well, you didn't sound that great in her stories either, you sick fuck." He snapped back, calm but effective.

"Tsk." The man clacked his tongue. "So what, it's not I give a damn. And I think you agree, if you are a bit like the agent I heard about. You walked over people and couldn't care less who you hurt. I must say, that's a man to my heart." There was clicking of a gun. "So, mister Sands. Are you the man I heard about, ore not?"

"You are that man, Sheldon. That's the man you become… I'm so ashamed to call you my son."

"Yes, you are Shel, c'mon tell him. Maybe you can talk you're ass out off this, even urn some money of it. C'mon talk you sorry shit!"

'Shut up, both of you!' He sighted and looked up to the man. "Yes and no. I was like that. I was that low piece of shit. Never care about anything but me, never looked back to the deaths. I laughed at the torture I created. Until one day, I let some-one in." He grinned coldly. "Can tell you she was some fine piece of woman, that bitch. Never let some-one in, believe that. Makes you look to the world from a differed… view." Slowly he grabbed the edge of his glasses and took them off. The man across him yelped and Sands grinned. "See, isn't love a bitch? I thought I was going to die that day. Even wished this I would. But no, of course something fucked that up. I think you can imagine where this is going. She helped me get back on my feet again, in more ways you can think of. Because of her I stayed myself and didn't turn into so weak piece of nothing, whatever some things will say…"

He made one step forward. "She made me realised there are bigger bastards than me on the world." He swallowed dryly. "Some things in you're life you can't changes. Like you're parents, you're first kill, the people you shot… But she thought I could be a better man." He smiled and slowly breathe out. "Girly just didn't remember one tiny little thing…" He jumped forward, grabbed the gun and kicked the man between the ribs.

"You can't changes the way you are." He grabbed the mans hair and rudely dragged his head up so the guy had to look into his face. "Am I the man you've been told about, fucking no idea. But I know what I am. I'm agent Sands, the fucker how promised her to kill you if you ever touched her again." He aimed the gun between the mans legs. "You murdered her, just think of what I'm going to do with you now…"

He shot once and the man fell down. "I don't even want to know you're name, I don't want to know anything about you, fuckshit. Because you're to low." He listened to the moaning down at his feet.

Kneeling down he grabbed the man's right hand. "You touched her, motherfucker." He smiled briefly. "Once told her I broke a mans hand, finger for finger. I was lying back then…" Without a warning he snapped the mans little finger.

A hollow scream escaped the mans mouth, followed by seven more. Sands said nothing, didn't feel the pain in his own right arm, blocked the cries, just did his deed. It was the thing he was good at. He needed to make this guys ending as painful as could be. Because this was it again. After today he would die, the quick ore the painful way. They, however they where, would find him, torture him maybe and kill him. It was his last job, last thing he found himself needing to do. At leased he thought…

After the eight he stopped and sighted. Was this the last thing he would do? Would this be the most important thing to perform before death?

"No…" He stood up and pulled the trigger for the last time. One soft last outcry and it was over for the bleeding tortured man in front of him. Never would he know who his last victim was.

'Couldn't care less.'

Counting his steps and tossing the gun away he kneeled beside Lizz. He took her hand and felt her pulse. Her heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker. He wasn't even sure if she would hear him. "He's death Lizzy I killed him." He felt a bit stupid, not knowing what to say. Everything seemed so unrealistic and fake. He tried to feel sad, upset ore furious. But he felt numb, there was no emotion. Like his brain stopped believing after she hit the floor. He didn't even feel any pain, everything sunk into nothing. Into the terrifying black.

His fingertips slide over her arm to her face. She felt cold but he could feel her smile. Blood slowly run from the corner of her mouth to the floor. "I don't even know what you look like, girly."

'I don't know anything about her.' Before all this he just had to look into some-one eye's and he could tell what the person wanted. Sometimes it was drugs, sex, revenge but mostly money. Looking was enough to know about a person. Some-one's bearing can tell you anything. Is this guy a killer, a enemy ore a lost soul.

'Like El.' He thought. El was the kind of man you would take for stubborn murder weapon, until you focused on him. He remember him sitting in the bar, playing a annoying song on his beloved guitar. By the way he hold the god damn thing you could see he love the piece of wood. He was trying to put all his love in his music, hoping it would make the lose of his wife and daughter a bit bearable. So the moment he could, he started to talk about them, his beloved Carolina and child. To make him bitter and pleased to take part in his scheme.

'Wait a second…' He held his breath. 'Where did El go?' He listened, hoping to hear the jingling sound of his jacket. "El?" Jesus, where did the fucker go?

"El? Where the hell are you!" He turned his head from side to side but could hear anything. "El get you're arse in here!"

Silent again.

"Great, now he's talking to another imaginary friend…"

"Don't you get it piece of shit, he left you! Because he knew how insane you are, because you're sick and twisted!"

"Fuck you BOTH!" He slammed his fist on the ground and let out a scream, finding out it was his wounded arm. Suddenly he heard something.

Boots! It where boots! But not one pair, not El's boots. More like soldier boots, they where close and running fast. Instinctive he grabbed Lizz her wrist and pulled her close. No way they would get her.

A door got kicked open and people run inside. Sands' hand shot to his belt, seeking his gun. It hit him, he had dropped it on the floor after shooting him. But it wouldn't stop him from attacking these soldier guys. He was done, his last fight, for once for something good and then the final was over.

"CIA! NOBODY MOVE!"

'What the…'

Before he knew it he got three gun barrels against his head. People started to run throw the room and reporting the death bodies. He heard them walk by, felt there stares but didn't move.

Suddenly there was a touch. Someone grabbed his wrist and twisted it so fare he had to let go of Lizzy. He lost it.

"NO! 'LET GO OF ME! Don't touch her, DON'T FUCKING touch her!" He kicked he screamed, tried to beat the bastard to pulp. But his body failed him, his blows got dodges. His kicks got stopped. But he kept fighting, because he was agent Sands. Because he needed the control.

Until a sudden pain in his neck. Everything got blurry, all his movements. He opened his mouth to scream. Because at the moment he knew he lost her. She wasn't real anymore because he lost the touch. She was gone, the control was gone. He was off balance. The voices would be back.

But he deserved it for losing her.

Yes, I'm a very evil person. I know. And guess what. This was the grant final. This was it, last fight. The fighting is over for Sands.

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