Disclaimer: Nothing in this story is mine except a couple of the
characters and the plot. I wonder if I could buy Sands.or at least borrow
him.srry on to the story!
This is the non-angst version of this story, if you love sad stuff like me, you should read it.
(AN: These: [blah blah] mean the character's talking in Spanish, savvy?)
Ramirez's footsteps faded as he left the shot-up Agent Sands to his fate. Naturally, Sands hadn't expected anything from the retired FBI agent. And at that moment, he was glad to be rid of him. With the loss of his eyes, and his exacted vengeance, his life was over; and he'd rather not prolong it.
[Are you all right Mister?] The kid in the yellow shirt.
"No." Sands answered.
[You will be.] The kid said hopefully. Sands didn't bother with a response. Maybe if he just ignored the kid, he'd go away.that was unlikely.
"Fuck off." Sands said half-heartedly.
[You can come home with me. My Mama can make you better.] The kid said excitedly, ignoring Sands' request.
If Sands hadn't had his eyes torn out by a sadistic cartel doctor, and been shot, he would have made a comment about just how the kid's mom could make him feel better. The kid looked around, no one was coming, and the American was dying slowly in front of him.
[Please Mister. Follow me.] Before Sands could make a sarcastic comment, the kid grabbed his hand and tugged anxiously. [Mama can make you better.] The kid said desperately.
Sands sighed, and gingerly pushed off the wall. Pain shot up his leg, and he fell back.
"Hey kid, I think we're gonna need a taxi." The kid remembered the wad of cash Sands had given him and ran off.
Sands smiled. Finally he could die in peace. This was best for everyone.or at least best for the only person Sands gave a damn about.himself. Sands sank down lower, as he lost his grip on the world.
God damn that fucking kid. Sands thought. He wasn't dead.unless Hell smelled like authentic Mexican food. There was still a pounding pain where his eyes should be, but the bullet wounds were feeling more bearable. Still, the last time he had trusted someone, he had woke up to see a traitorous bitch, and a crazy doctor took his sight. Sands began to panic. I'm gonna freak right out.
[Mister! Are you better?] The kid asked. Sands pushed himself into a sitting position, and felt around. Just old, tattered blankets. Probably all the family owned. [Mister!] The kid pressed.
"Peachy keen." Sands answered distractedly, listening for the sounds of others in the room.
[Julio! It is time for dinner!] The kid ran out of the room. Sands could hear bits of a conversation between the woman and kid. [.cartels are.too dangerous.] [Look!] The hurried Spanish ceased, and then the woman went on in a lower voice. [.until Papa comes.American] [Thank you Mama!] The kid returned, walking more slowly.
[Here.] The kid said as he put something next to Sands. [Dinner.] It smelled good, and Sands was starving.but he didn't trust this kid. [Please Mister.]
[Julio!] The kid waited, then ran back out of the room.
"Wait!" Sands called. The kid stopped, "Fuck off kid."
(AN2: I love doing author's notes. I'll try and put Ch.3+4 sometime this week, suggestions welcome.but no slash. Srry, can't stand it.
This is the non-angst version of this story, if you love sad stuff like me, you should read it.
(AN: These: [blah blah] mean the character's talking in Spanish, savvy?)
Ramirez's footsteps faded as he left the shot-up Agent Sands to his fate. Naturally, Sands hadn't expected anything from the retired FBI agent. And at that moment, he was glad to be rid of him. With the loss of his eyes, and his exacted vengeance, his life was over; and he'd rather not prolong it.
[Are you all right Mister?] The kid in the yellow shirt.
"No." Sands answered.
[You will be.] The kid said hopefully. Sands didn't bother with a response. Maybe if he just ignored the kid, he'd go away.that was unlikely.
"Fuck off." Sands said half-heartedly.
[You can come home with me. My Mama can make you better.] The kid said excitedly, ignoring Sands' request.
If Sands hadn't had his eyes torn out by a sadistic cartel doctor, and been shot, he would have made a comment about just how the kid's mom could make him feel better. The kid looked around, no one was coming, and the American was dying slowly in front of him.
[Please Mister. Follow me.] Before Sands could make a sarcastic comment, the kid grabbed his hand and tugged anxiously. [Mama can make you better.] The kid said desperately.
Sands sighed, and gingerly pushed off the wall. Pain shot up his leg, and he fell back.
"Hey kid, I think we're gonna need a taxi." The kid remembered the wad of cash Sands had given him and ran off.
Sands smiled. Finally he could die in peace. This was best for everyone.or at least best for the only person Sands gave a damn about.himself. Sands sank down lower, as he lost his grip on the world.
God damn that fucking kid. Sands thought. He wasn't dead.unless Hell smelled like authentic Mexican food. There was still a pounding pain where his eyes should be, but the bullet wounds were feeling more bearable. Still, the last time he had trusted someone, he had woke up to see a traitorous bitch, and a crazy doctor took his sight. Sands began to panic. I'm gonna freak right out.
[Mister! Are you better?] The kid asked. Sands pushed himself into a sitting position, and felt around. Just old, tattered blankets. Probably all the family owned. [Mister!] The kid pressed.
"Peachy keen." Sands answered distractedly, listening for the sounds of others in the room.
[Julio! It is time for dinner!] The kid ran out of the room. Sands could hear bits of a conversation between the woman and kid. [.cartels are.too dangerous.] [Look!] The hurried Spanish ceased, and then the woman went on in a lower voice. [.until Papa comes.American] [Thank you Mama!] The kid returned, walking more slowly.
[Here.] The kid said as he put something next to Sands. [Dinner.] It smelled good, and Sands was starving.but he didn't trust this kid. [Please Mister.]
[Julio!] The kid waited, then ran back out of the room.
"Wait!" Sands called. The kid stopped, "Fuck off kid."
(AN2: I love doing author's notes. I'll try and put Ch.3+4 sometime this week, suggestions welcome.but no slash. Srry, can't stand it.