Author Note: I do not own any part of the movie 'From Dusk Till Dawn'. I had a lot of fun writing this I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. Please remember to review.

"My hand! My Fucking hand! Goddamn that fucking prick shot me. God fucking damn it!"

Ritchie sat in the passenger seat, his thick framed glasses askew, cradling his bleeding hand.

"Hey! Calm down."

Seth gripped the wheel beside him; glancing over at his younger brother as he tried to get a hold on the situation.

"He shot a hole in my hand."

The light in front of them winked from yellow to read and, glancing around Seth brought the car to a precarious idle. Ritchie lifted his porous, bloody hand. Seth could see clean through the hole to the Kahhuna burger advertisement that blinked and gleamed in the fading light on the opposite side of the road.

"Hey, listen to me." Seth began trying to keep it together.

The light winked suddenly back to green and they continued on.

"Don't tell me to listen Seth! Is there a goddamn-"

"That's not listening, Ritchie. Listen to me ok, just shut up and listen for one goddamn second? We don't have time to deal with that right now. I know it hurts but you know what would hurt even more the fucking electric chair. Do you want that? Do want us fucking dead?"

Ritchie whose head had been on his knees enveloped in the pain straightened up and silently, vehemently shook his head.

"No, I didn't think so. There some Dutch tape in the glove compartment that should do for now."

Ritchie grimaced and kicked open the glove compartment. He rifled around for a roll of silver duct tape. Seth looked at the road, but his mind was on his brother. He could smell the blood. Not that neither of them had never bleed before. They had both had their fair share of wounds and inflicted a great deal more in retribution. The blood came with the territory, but the smell of it never ceased to bother Seth. He could deal with his own just fine, but his brother's was a different story. They were all each other had.

"Fuck!"

Ritchie exclaimed as he began to wrap the hand. Seth couldn't stop. They had just robbed a small mom and pop store on the out skirts of town. They left no survivors, especially after Ritchie had been shot. Even when Seth had knocked the kid out so he couldn't call the police. After the old man shot Ritchie, he wasn't interested in not getting caught as much as retaliation. Retaliation ten fold; a bullet through Ritchie's hand was a bullet in the father's head, mother's jaw and unconscious son's heart. Seth didn't understand it, but he understood Ritchie, which was as close as he wanted to get.

The main street was motionless like a ghost town; the ardent placid made Seth uneasy. No cars obstructed their path. It may not be long now till they heard the all too familiar tune of the sirens begin to wail; till they were hunted again. The stores flashed by melding together like an orgy of Middle America whipping by the window.

"Jesus, slow down will you? This is a fucking residential road you know? The speed limits like 25 or some shit, not 60. Lets not get caught speeding."

Seth shook his head, Ritchie was right. No matter how clouded his brothers head could be, rays of logic pierced through the din at the most opportune times. He slowed and glanced up instinctively at the rearview mirror. It had been shot off weeks ago, all the mirrors had been over time. Yet, he was still glancing up at it like a phantom limb.

"Look behind us to see if we're being followed."

"Jesus Christ, Seth. If some fucking pig was following us don't you think that we would hear sirens?" Ritchie asked examining his makeshift bandage.

"Ritchie, just do it Goddamn it. This isn't 20 questions."

"Seth who gives a shit if they're following us? Even with this tape I'm still about to fucking bleed out because of that goddamn asshole back there anyway. Look at this shit its all over the fucking seats now! Damn it."

Ritchie began to search the glove compartment anew for something to wipe the stains the blood left on the cream colored leather.

"Goddamn it Ritchie." Seth muttered half-heartedly and turned from the road and searched the horizon behind him for black and white.

When Seth had gotten his license a woman whose son died in a car crash came and gave a speech. She said it only takes a second. No, less than a second. You look away to change the radio, to turn on the heat, to smile at your friend and that's all it takes. You look away to scan the diminishing vista behind you and that's all it takes.

"Holy shit! Seth! Stop!" Ritchie's voice reached him only seconds before the kid's shoulder partially broke through the windshield. Seth jammed his heel on the break and car lurched unceremoniously to a halt. The kid's limp body reeled off the hood; violently receding from his sight like a hurricane wave from the beach.

"What the-" Seth gripped the wheel. Control; get your shit together. Seth.

Ritchie as if in a trance reached out and touched the cracked windshield where the kid had just been.

"Still warm." He commented with mild interest.

Shift into drive and get the fuck out of here. The kid is like all the others. Drive the car. This isn't the same as what happened back then. This is different; this time it doesn't matter. Drive the car. They don't matter. You matter. Ritchie matter. They don't.

Seth's body acted of its own volition. Like a marionette his movements composed by an external force he opened the door and stepped out.

"Um, Seth? You might want to get back in the car. Seth…" Ritchie lean over the drivers seat trying to get his older brother's attention.

Seth walked to the fender and looked down at the kid. It was a girl. Her face was covered by a badly scraped arm. The arm was wrongly angled; bent where it ought to have been straight. Her shirt had been hiked up by the collision and successive fall leaving her hip bare. Regardless of what the previous color of the skin had been like it was now re-imagined with bluish bruises faintly beginning to bubble to the surface. Her socks were on, shoes off. Her legs twined about one another like crossed fingers. She wasn't moving except for breath. Void of thought he stooped and pulled her shirt down till it met the top of her jeans, covering her.

Noise burst upon him like sun to one blind.

"Seth!" Ritchie screamed as he laid on the squealing horn.

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