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Darkness Rising

A Once Upon a Time in Mexico
story by Merrie

Disclaimer: I own everyone but Sands. How about you just
give him to me so I can say I own everyone? No? Damn. Well, it was worth a try
anyway.

Author�s Note: This is it folks. The second
part of the climatic chapter. It�s been a long road getting here, and
I�m certain it�ll be a long way home.

Sooo sorry for not having this up
sooner! I�ve been without a computer for weeks now and have just finally gotten
it to working condition again. Sorry for the wait!

Rating: R for extreme violence and naughty words.

Chapter Fifteen: As the World
Falls Down, Part II

Jeffrey was fucked. He crouched with his back up against the
ticket counter, gun in his slightly trembling hand, and he didn�t know what to
do. He couldn�t see any way out of this that didn�t end up with him going down
with a fucking bullet between the eyes. He damned Sands again for getting him
into this but if the other man heard the curses, he gave no sign. He didn�t do
much of anything, really. Jeffrey knew he was still there, and yet, he wasn�t.
Sands seemed to have buried himself away within his own mind, leaving Jeffrey
in charge to deal with the huge fucking mess he�d left him in. It wasn�t
fucking fair. Jeffrey had been careful. He hadn�t wanted this to fucking
happen. He liked his life, his freedom. He didn�t want that taken away from
him.

�Throw your gun down and come out with your hands up you
psychotic bastard,� Roland yelled, earning an eye roll from Jeffrey at his reinvention
of the usual police order.

What if he didn�t feel like it? What if he�d rather just
stay right where he was? He reached a hand in his pocket and checked the
bullets in it. Fuck. Only
enough to refill the clip one more goddamned time. If you�re going to
fucking do something, Jeffrey, it needs to be done now. You can�t stay here
forever. The problem was that he didn�t know what to do. He was put between
a rock and a hard place and he couldn�t see a way out. While he might be
relatively safe from the cops for now, an assault team could be moving in on
his position at this very second and he wouldn�t know it until they were
already on top of him. He switched the gun to his right hand and wiped off his
left on his red pant leg, smirking as he did so. He was still wearing the
two-toned suit from the party last night. The jacket and bowtie were long gone,
but the pants and red silk shirt remained. I
still hate the fucking suit, but at least I�ll be going out in fucking style.
He thought to himself, brushing off some dirt from his legs before freezing. If
his mind had already accepted the fact that he wasn�t going to make it out of
this fucking situation alive, then why bother waiting?

�Did you hear what I fucking said, you twisted asshole?� Roland�s
voice shouted through the blow horn again, although he seemed to have been cut
afteafter the last word by someone else.

�Hey, Rivers! Are Emily and
Susannah there with you? Wouldn�t want them to fucking feel left out now, would
we?� Jeffrey called out, not moving from his position.

�Give yourself up, please Jeffrey. No one else has to die.
Just give yourself up and we�ll see that you get the help you need. You don�t
have to ever hurt anyone else.�

�That�s not exactly what I fucking had in mind�Susannah, but
thanks anyway,� Jeffrey answered.

What exactly do I have
in mind? Come on, Jeffrey. You�re smart. You can fucking
figure a way out of this mess. Why the fuck did you let the hostage go? �It
seemed like a good idea at the time,� he muttered in answer to his thoughts. �Sands? Are you still fucking there? I know you�re
listening. Why don�t you fucking say something?�

Sands didn�t reply.

�Well, that�s just fucking great. Fine.
Be that way. Don�t say a word ever again. It�ll save me a lot of fucking
trouble if you didn�t. Not that that matters now�� he muttered to himself,
envisioning the battalion of cops that had him surrounded. Don�t forget about the SWAT teams, Jeffrey. They�ll be brought in to
take you out sooner or later. Hell, they might even bring in the National Guard
for you. Wouldn�t that be interesting? You�ll be fucking famous. Pity you won�t
be able to appreciate any of it since you�ll be dead. �Thanks for the vote
of confidence,� Jeffrey muttered. Hey,
I�m just fucking telling it to you straight. I don�t see anyone else doing
that, do you? �No, I guess not,� Jeffrey acquiesced with a frown. Well there you go. �Here I go.�

Jeffrey rose to his feet, intent on raising his hands and
offering up his weapon. He figured he�d take his chances with the police, or
CIA or whoever the fuck caught him. It�d be far easier to escape them, than
escape a large mass of pissed off and twitchy cops with their guns trained on
his every moved, prepped to fire. He probably should have taken this into
account before standing up so abruptly, for the bullet that tore its way
through his abdomen probably could have been avoided.

When Roland saw Jeffrey go down, he both cursed the idiotic
cop that had shot him when he seemed to be surrendering, and wasted no time in
taking advantage of the situation. �Move in! Repeat, move in! But by God, be
careful! He�s still armed!� Roland didn�t necessarily think Jeffrey was still a
threat, especially after seeing him take the gut shot that had dropped him to
the ground, but better safe than ventilating air through a few fucking bullet
holes in your skull or chest.

�That�wasn�t�fucking�smart,� Jeffrey groaned, reaching a
hand down to his stomach and pulling it up to his face. It was covered in
blood; his blood. �This, is not good,� he muttered,
raising his hands as he saw the guns pointed at him, dimly aware of a barrage
of voices telling him not to move. Then, he saw someone�s fist, and everything
went black.

WWW

�You didn�t have to hit him,� Emily muttered, looking down
at the now unconscious and bleeding Jeffrey at her feet. �He just got shot, and
he�d likely going to spend either the rest of his life
in prison, on death row, or in some kind of institution. You could have at
least let him be for a minute.�

Roland rolled his eyes. �You know, I�m not even going to
dignify that with an answer.� He waited a few moments, watching the bustle of
policemen moving around him quickly before frowning. �He�s a killer! I should
have shot him in the head instead and saved us all a lot of fucking trouble!�

�Yes, he�s a killer, but you�re not, Roland. You saw him. He
was trying to surrender when that cop shot him. Killing him now would be
lowering yourself to his level. You don�t want that,�
Susannah stressed, keeping her voice firm but gentle. �Let someone else deal
with him right now. Fuck, just look at him. He needs a doctor.�

Roland took a step back and forced himself to look at the
man beneath him as a whole rather than at his face which he�d like to punch in.
There was a pretty little hole through the red silk shirt Jeffrey was wearing,
and a not so pretty ever-widening field of blood emanating from it. �Fuck. Can
we get a doctor over here? I don�t want this bastard dying before going to
trial!�

The trio of CIA agents watched a few minutes later as their
prey was lifted up in a stretcher in front of them and wheeled to the back of
an ambulance. �The man�s a cold-blooded killer. My advice would be to keep him
doped up,� Roland warned the paramedics tending to Jeffrey. �We�ll meet you at
the hospital.� The two paramedics exchanged a look before pushing Jeffrey into
the back of the ambulance, one of the men climbing in with him while the other
moved around to drive. Roland, Emily and Susannah followed behind closely
through the streets of Baltimore in
a commandeered cop car, the siren blaring.

WWW

�I can�t stress the importance of keeping him sedated and
restrained while under your custody, doctor,� Roland said, getting more than a
little irritated by the emergency room doctor�s apparent incompetence.

Dr. Triana LaCroix
looked at the lawman in front of her with an air of distaste. �And you�re not
listening to me, Agent Rivers. Mr. Sands isn�t goingwherwhere. He just got out
of surgery and he�s not fit to lift his head off of the bed let alone escape.
He won�t even be awake for another hour or so.�

Roland made a sound of utter exasperation. �Do you have any
idea how many people that man has killed?! You�re goddamned morgue is going to
be full up today due to him!�

Susannah decided to step in before this situation got out of
hand and Roland decided it would be a good idea to slap or punch the stubborn doctor.
�We�re just asking you and your staff to take precautions when it comes to
dealing with Mr. Sands, Dr. LaCroix, and to notify us
when he regains consciousness. That�s all.�

The doctor gave Susannah an evaluating look, scowled at
Roland, then nodded. �I understand. You�ll have a guard posted at the door to
his room at all times, correct?�

Susannah nodded.

�I must insist that this guard does not interfere with any of the work that goes on inside the room
unless either I or one of the doctors is in danger. Mr. Sands has just gone
through a traumatic experience and whether he be a killer or not, he�s still my patient and I must look to his
interests first. Do I make myself clear?� The doctor�s tone brooked no
argument. While Susannah nodded again, it was clear the doctor was speaking to
Roland.

�Crystal,�
Roland said through gritted teeth. �Just keep in mind, that
he is coming with us to be tried and
convicted for multiple counts of homicide when you�re through with him, doctor.
There will be no saving him then.�

The doctor had just been about to storm off in a huff when
Emily stopped her. �May I request you give Mr. Sands an MRI? By it I hope to
answer some questions about Mr. Sands��state of mind.�

Emily hadn�t spoken up before now and therefore hadn�t
specifically caused Dr. LaCroix any headaches, so the
doctor nodded after a moment�s hesitation. �I�ll be sending you the bill,� Dr. LaCroix said finally, turning on a heel and storming off to
what Emily assumed to be Sands� room, leaving the three CIA agents in mutual
silence and reflection.

WWW

It was quite a few hours before Jeffrey regained
consciousness, and as soon as he opened his eyes he sorely wished he hadn�t.

�Well look who decided to join us?� Roland drawled, his voice filled with venom. He rose from the rather
uncomfortable chair he had been sitting in while watching over Jeffrey, and
walked over to the side of the hospital bed. �Mr. Sands, a pleasure to see you
again. How are you feeling?� he asked with mocking sweetness.

Susannah and Emily exchanged a glance at Roland�s words and
quickly made their way over to his side.

�I feel like I got fucking shot in the stomach by a fucking
idiot flatfoot while I was trying to surrender. How about you? I didn�t manage
to catch you in the fucking crossfire did I? Pity. And
I�m Jeffrey, not Sands.�

Roland clenched his fists at Jeffrey�s words and shook his
head. �You must be insane if you think I�m going to buy that shit about you
being crazy and having another person inside of that twisted brain of yours.
You might be one sick son of a bitch, but you�re not crazy. You knew what you
were doing when you killed all of those people and you�ll burn for them. I
guarantee it,� Roland said coldly, a vision of Yvette�s laughing face flashing
before his eyes making him want to strangle the man before him with his bare
hands.

Jeffrey attempted to shrug with a wince. �I don�t give a
fuck if you don�t believe me. That�s not my problem.�
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