Behind A Pair Of Cold Dark Eyes

Disclaimer: Don’t own OUATIM or Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, so, PLEASE DON’T SUE ME ‘CAUSE I’M BROKE!!!!! A/N: I’ve always wondered about Sands’ childhood and why the hell he never genuinely smiles happily. Warnings: violence and, duh, cursing is gonna be in here (well, duh, it’s Sands), so, you no like, you no read; Simple as that. Savvy? Rating: T (see warnings above) Genre: Tragedy/Hurt/Angst

I’m 16 years old. I can drive now and I’ve got my whole life ahead of me. It’s been 5 years since I killed that motherfucker of a dad of mine. So, why do I still have these feelings of depression, sadness, and worthlessness? Why do I still have thoughts about committing suicide? Oh, yeah, I remember why. I’m all alone, I have no friends-not that I had any to begin with-and my dark childhood memories won’t leave me the hell alone. I really wanna drop out of school because my peers are still teasing me. The only thing that’s keeping me here is the prospect of a job with the CIA because of my excellent grades. Sheldon’s thoughts are interrupted by a dumb jock yelling in a singsong voice, “Hey, Sheldon!!!” Sheldon rolls his eyes and replies, “What do you want, Dickhead?” The jock, Oscar, then backhands Sheldon in the face, hard. Sheldon flies out of his seat from the force of the blow, his cheek turning red and burning. “Shut up, you worthless piece of shit!” Oscar yells at the top of his lungs. Memories of his fucked up childhood come flooding back to him as Sheldon hears those words that his father has said as he was beaten. Sheldon lifts his head up from the floor; his dark coffee brown eyes alight with fiery anger. He jumps up and starts pummeling Oscar. A crowd forms around the two. “I’M NOT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, YOU DUMBASS FUCKMOOK!!” Sheldon screams as he beats the hell out of Oscar.