So here is the next chapter, sorry it took me a while, I was busy with schoolwork and I'm writing 4 things at the time. O and I kinda forgot how it was to sleep. But that's okay, sleep is for losers anyway

O, and the title is from a song. My new found band, Ill Niño. I found the title very suitable for this chapter and for Sands. Google it, the music is amazing.

And still warning for bad grammar, if it bugs you to much you should offer being my beta, Ill send you mail-flowers every day.

Chapter 9) I am Loco

The first two days had been fine. He ignored her, she ignored him because she was to busy sobbing about little kid nino.

But the third day it started to nag, whine and annoy in his head. She hadn't been out of her room. She hadn't been spoiling his fun. She hadn't be doing a damn thing except feeling sorry for herself. He didn't get it, how hard was it to get over someone? How fucking hard could it be to live without some retard Latino?! That kid got nothing, no use. So what was wrong with her.

He sighted and pressed out his last Black Devil on the dinner table. He almost missed the screeching of her voices and his excuse to start an argument.

Not very enthusiastic he stood up and staggered to her room. 'Better get this over with.' He knocked on the door and hung his head. 'This is going to be hell.' He didn't receive a answer so let himself in.

"GO AWAY!" Was the first thing he got thrown at his head. At least better then something pointy. 'Chris, she still ain't out of her bed?' This was going to be harder then he thought.

"Leave me alone!" She sobbed. "I wanna be alone and just die!" another rain of tears.

He sighted and even he'd been without for about a year he wish to roll his eyes. 'Don't be such of a drama queen. You act like the whole world is dead."

"I wish it was! My life is OVER! OVER! He's gone, he dumped me like I was nothing!" She whined and he felt the urge of shaking some sense back into her. But he didn't and carefully walked further into the room. She was quiet and watching him, he could feel her gaze running over him. He sat down on the edge of her bed and wondered what he was going to say next.

"I don't even know why he dumped me." She whispered offended. "He just said he chanced his mind, that's all he said!"

He rose his eyebrow. "Well what did you except, he would marry you?" He clacked his tongue. "He is a guy, guys think with there dick and-" 'Okay let's not get there, before she wants to hear me out 'bout the flowers and the bees.'

"Why can't you just leave me alone. Why do you always have to give me that extra kick afterwards." Her voices didn't sound angry or pissed, but sad and hurt. "Please, just leave me alone."

And that's how he got kicked out of her room. No threats no yells, no game. He even walked out in free will. But he felt like kicked between the legs.

Going through his jacket he wished to smoke away the urge to destroy something. But he really was out of cigarettes. It pained him. He wanted to crush something but didn't. That pained him even more. And the reason why he didn't break something was a aching gap. Because that would upset her even more.

He sighted and promised himself he would hate himself later when he walked to the closet. He opened the doors and tossed most stuff aside.

A memory from not so long ago hit him in the stomach. It was one of the first things he'd remember very clear after leaving the Centre. She bought him something. His fingers brushed over a iron object and he growled. She bought him a fucking stick. The memory alone made him want to hurl and commit suicide. A stick. Like he was a fucking K-9!

But right now he had to be tough and crush his last bit of pure self-respect. It hurt, it pained and stung but he yanked the iron stick throw a layer of cleaning material and growled. 'This is going to be hell.'

.-.-.

Julio stared into the comic book laying on the counter but wasn't really paying much attention. His mind was focussing on a whole other thing. He sighted and turned the page. It was around eight and in about five minutes he would close the shop. Thank god, because it had been a quiet day which didn't give him anything else to think about.

Lizz, that strange girl. Shy and girlish on one side, a side he liked. But the other side of her, he wasn't even sure what to think about that. She knew how to handle a gun, how to handle that loco. That had to say something about your character, right?

And he didn't want to bring his family into trouble, after his dad had a nervous breakdown because the shop was robbed it took them a long way to rebuild there lives. The almost went bankrupt and he had to quit school to take care of his brothers and sisters so his mom could run the shop. He didn't bothered about losing his chance of graduate if he was old enough he would take over the shop and made the best out of it.

That was life and he had worked it all out.

The bell rang and quickly he grabbed the book and kneeled down to hide it, his mom would freak if she found out he was reading 'garage' around costumers.

When he stepped back up he let out a yelp and winched back.

"Don't even think about it chickenshit." The loco snapped, pulling the safety of his gun. Then he smiled. "Your coming with me, we have a lot to talk about…"

Before he knew it he got yanked over the counter and dragged forward, a cold gun pressed against his temple.

.-.-.

He felt very pleased about himself. He amazingly remember the girls directions to the shop and even made it. He hadn't walked into anything else then a traffic sign, but didn't break his nose or anything.

And he hadn't freaked out. 'Guess those pills are working.' He was grinning and felt like humming a tune but had to stay focussed. And it didn't suit well with his hostage-look. So he pressed the gun a bit deeper into the skin of the pleading boy to urge him to walk faster.

"I'm sorry if I did something that may have cost this, señor!" The boy pleaded. "I'm so sorry, please let me go."

"Na, don't feel like it kid." He answered and took a turn to the right. "Keep walking."

"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear!" The boy continued with a trembling voices.

"Who says your going to tell at all, Julio wasn't it?" He gave him a cold grin. "For the record I don't do hostage that much because somehow I always seem to leave it all messy." He had to hold back a chuckle after hearing a soft whimper coming from the teenager. 'What a wuss. But let's leave him breathing, for the moment.'

.-.-.

He was sure he would have whipped his paints weren't it he suddenly saw where the loco was taking him. Her apartment, her house. He almost took a sight of relieve when he realised she wasn't going to be happy about seeing him. He had been very vague about the whole reason of dumping her.

"You know your a very lucky boy, Cupid." The loco told him while the walked up the stairs.

Julio took a long look at the gun pressing into his head. "Will you shoot me if I don't agree."

"Probably." He got for a answer and he got yanked onto the hallway. "But you are lucky kid, somehow she likes you. So that means I can't kill you. As much as I would like to pull the trigger because you make her cry unstoppable. And I don't dig that because I'm the bastard that needs to hear it all day. So your going to make that stop or you family has to live life one son less, savvy?"

Before he could react on that the loco kicked her front door open and throw him in. "Honey, I'm home."

Julio landed with his face on the floor, chin hitting first. He moaned and tasted blood, his lip started to bleed. The man behind him switched the light on and when he looked up he saw Lizz sitting next to the phone. Her eyes where huge and she was to shocked to say anything or move.

She didn't seem as much of a help but she was the only thing he got.

"He wants to kill me!" He whispered and felt tears burn in his eyes. "I don't wanna die!" A sob escaped his mouth, as some of the blood that tripped on her floor. "Please."

The loco sighted annoyed and stepped over him after closing the door. "Damn Lizz, you really go for the pathetic cry-babies." Shaking his head he kneeled in front of him. "Tks, kid I thought you had a bit more balls."

"O…my…god." Finally Lizz seemed to be master of her shock. "Please tell me you didn't… didn't… O… my…god!" She jumped of her chair and grabbed the loco's by his collar and dragged him up his feet. Julio tried to raze his head but didn't get further then seeing there bodies move.

"Of all the things you managed to do this is the WORST!" She let out a scream. "HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO HIM! TO ME!" He saw her made furious gestures and he just stood there with his hands in his pocket, his gun safely between his belt.

"Don't make a fuss like this, Lizzy. You wanted to know why this pathetic boy-toy left you and I brought him here. So don't go pissing off me just because you can't make up your mind."

"Doesn't anything ever make sense to you!" She yelled. "Now he have to move away! FINALY I found some place safe and you screw it all up!"

"Safe? Fucking boring you should-"

"- O so just because your bored you press a gun against someone's head and you throw him in?!" She grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of sight. "You go to you room, I don't want to see you! Get the hell out of my sight!"

After a few moments she came back running into the room, holding his gun. Julio's eyes shot open and he pushed himself up his knees and winched back against the closed door. She tensed and quickly pushed the gun behind her back, between her jeans. She kneeled down and cried.

"I'm so sorry he did this to you. I'm sorry, this was not suppose to happen!" Her lips trembled with every word. "You were not suppose to get in the middle of this, normally he- This is not him talking. Or maybe it is, I don't know anymore." She buried her face in her hands. "I just don't know it anymore."

Somehow he felt very bad for her. She'd somehow was responsible for his kidnapping and near death experience, but she seemed so venerable.

"It's ok." He whispered and sat up stroking of the blood of his lip.

She slowly shook her head. "No, it's not. He is losing it. I can't handle him anymore. He doesn't listen and does crazy things when I'm not around. And that gun… he always finds it. Even with the new pills. O god, Julio I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you ever met me." She looked at him. "But I'll be gone soon enough and so will he."

Julio rose a eyebrow. She seemed so depressed and hurt. "What d-do you mean by that?"

She sighted. "I called someone today when I realised he went out. If I'd knew he was going to meet up with you I would have stopped him… But I figured he was going for cigarettes or tequila. He knows where the money is and I just thought he was annoyed because I hadn't make time to shop."

"You called someone?" He looked at the phone. "To who?"

"Someone who'd worked with him before. Well at him. But it didn't do him any good. Back then, because he had to much guild lingering. But now, I think it might be best if…" She started to cry again. "I feel so messed up. I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to l-leave him. He's all I got, everything I have. The money the house that's nothing. O god I hope she hurries up because I'm starting to doubt." She hiccupped. "I just want everything to go good for once."

Someone appeared in the doorway. "Who's coming?!"

She yelled and jumped up. "No-one! No-one is coming!"

"LAIR!" In three steps he was right in front of her it was visibly clear he tried his best not to tear her head off. His whole body was tense and both his hands where turned into a fist. "Who's coming?! Who the fuck did you send! It's him isn't it!" He pushed her aside and snatched Julio back on his feet only using one arm. For a slim and not so large man Julio found him surprisingly strong.

"You sick son of a bitch!" The loco spat in his face. "It's you everything went wrong since she met you! He was right, it's YOU!" With every you he slammed Julio into the wall.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" Lizz cried. "He has nothing to do with it!" She pulled on his wrist to make him let go and yelped when he gave her a hard push. She landed on the floor and the loco let him go.

"Then who is it Lizz…" He stepped towards her, looking down on her. "Who is it." For a moment he waited. "WELL TELL ME!"

She crawled up slowly never looking away from him. She stood right in front of him, less then a feet away and Julio knew he could grab her and do something horrible to her. She seemed not aware of that and just looked at him.

She did something unexpected, she reached out for his hand and started to talk. Clear, not scared or furious.

"It's that therapist who worked with you when you where back there. She came in contact with me and she wants to help. She's going to help."

He gasped and his bearing changed from defensive to hurt for just a brief second. Then he yanked his arm back. "Your fucking out of your mind!" He hissed with a low voice that trembled from rage. "I don't know what you made up in you twisted little mind, but that bitch is not coming in. I'm not going back there! Give me the gun!"

"No!" She shook her head.

"Don't you get it Lizz?!" He started to laugh. "She plays with your mind. We… I don't need her help. I don't need some shrink to talk to me! I'm not crazy and last time I trusted some bitch this happened." He tapped against his glasses. "I'm not crazy, I'm NOT CRAZY! Give me my gun."

She stepped back. "No."

"Then have it your way." He duck forward and grabbed her around the neck, run forward and yanked her on the table. "Give me my gun!"

She gagged, squirmed and dragged the gun from between her jeans.

The loco froze when he felt the gun pressing against his forehead.

"Let go of me." She painted. He did slowly and stepped back. She sat up at the same moment, keeping the gun against his head.

He chuckled, somehow seeing some sort of joke in it all. "Your going to shoot me? Kid, we both know you don't have the balls for that."

That thought popped up in her head, the truth seemed painful for her. Julio didn't got that, he tried to choke her less then a second ago. Why couldn't she pull the trigger and safe the world from that psychopath.

When her hand starting to shake the loco took his chance and his hand shot to the gun. But Lizz was faster pulled the gun back and kicked him in the stomach. The loco had to take a few steps back and hunched over, holding his stomach.

At that moment the doorbell rang. Lizz looked up at Julio. "Open the door!" Julio nodded and sprinted to the front door.

Sands heard the boy run to the door and all the sudden he didn't feel the pain in his stomach. He looked up at the place he knew Lizz was standing. "Don't do this to me Lizz, don't fucking do this to me. C'mon you know me."

"That's the problem Sands." She whispered. "I tried to tell myself it's all not that bad. But it is Sands. It's not that your bad or evil. Your not, but that thing in you is. When that's talking to you your unstoppable. And I'm afraid you will kill me, I can't stop you. She's right and I read some things you've done before all of this."

"Bullshit. I'm fine just a bit bored. But I'll get over that." He promised. "I'll learn Braille, I've got all the time. I don't need to… to go."

She didn't respond on him. The door got opened and he lost it. He did, he lost it. It was rage but mostly fear. He had to defend himself and someone was going to get hurt. He raged forward, he would not be the weak one. He was not going to be the little chickenshit.

She run after him and jumped between him and the door. "Don't do this, please don't do this!"

He didn't answer her and tossed her aside. He hear her bump into something and fall down. He reached out to the first that came next from the door and yanked someone in. Then there was a painful sting in his arm and strength left his body. His knees buckled and he fell on the floor, the back of his head hitting the wood.

"I see I can just in time." He heard a familiar voice said with a bit of a accent.

Long chapter and it took me some time to think of what I wanted go doing between Julio, Sands and Lizz. First I wanted her to be tough, but she's been tough enough. Let's show her more girlish side

And Julio, poor boy really gets in the middle of a hell lot of crap.

And my favourite anti-hero ain't feeling so swell himself. But I needed to do that, let's give him some little more shock. Let's see how he's going to slither his ass out of this one.

See you next chapter and review ya'll god damn it. Because more then twenty people read this story and only a few are that human to review.

X Nuky