Pulling up to the rathouse, I can hear the woodchipper going. That sound gets my blood pumping. I can feel my veins beginning to bulge up. The blood flowing through it like an old shot of whiskey through your throat. I feel like a junkie, taking his first hit after years without it. Opening the door, I can hear the grunts and moans of the two shooters. I see one tied to the chair, gag in his mouth, the chair hopping up and down as he tries to say something. The other is hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping down his chest. “You started without me I see.” I say to Ramone.
“Unc and the boys couldn’t find Ransom or Tripp. I tried to ask this one where they were, but he refused, so…”
“I see. Did we find them yet?” I look to the one tied in the chair and address my question.
“We have a lead but nothing concrete.” Well that just won’t do. Walking over to the tray table, I look through the instruments I have at my disposal. I notice that my brother and Manny are covered in the jumpsuits, looking like guys from the CDC. I chuckle. I am not going to bother putting one on. I sort of like being covered in my enemies blood. On the way over here, I had already decided how I was going to play this out. Turning to the one in the chair, I smile.
“Tell me the plan.” I say to him taking the cloth out of his mouth.
“Fuck you.” Ah. So, he is going to be brave is he. Ok. Grabbing the dental gag, I grip his mouth and pry it open against his struggling. Sticking it into his mouth, I turn the knob, making sure it holds open. But not so much that I can’t understand his words.
“I will ask you again, what was the plan?” He continues to move about his chair, attempting to get loose. This doesn’t worry me. As a matter of fact, it makes me feel excited thinking about getting to take him down with my bare hands.
“I am not telling you anything. When Ransom gets ahold of you, you can kiss ...Ahhhhhh!!!” I roll my eyes not interested in his dry threats. I simply take the forceps and remove one of his teeth. Not hard, since they are rotten. He continues to scream as the blood from his gums run down his chin. Grinding my teeth, I try to remind myself that I need one of them alive to tell us what we need to know. But the rage is building.
“I am going to ask you again. What was the plan? Huh? Was it to kill everyone? Just me? Lexi?” I yell the questions in his face as I punch him over and over. The adrenaline growing, pulsing through me like a power surge. He begins to cough, his own blood choking him. When he spit his blood mixed saliva out of his mouth, he sneers at me.
“Is that all you got?” I take a moment to admire his tenacity. Too bad it means nothing to me. I need to speed this up. Turning to Manny, I smirk.
“Is it ready?” I ask him referring to the machine.
“Yes.” he says a bit sheepishly. Manny is a bit squeamish about the machine.
“Awesome. Why don’t we dunk our hanging friend inside? Let’s make it a show, shall we? Give our friend right here front row seats.” I turn the fucker’s chair around so he can see what he is in for if he keeps fucking with me. Ramone moves the machine lift, which our hanging friend is on, over the woodchipper. His eyes follow where he is going, and they become big. His legs begin to kick around as he realizes what his fate is going to be. The thing is, it’s not going to be quick. The button is pressed, and the lift begins to lower him into the mouth of the machine. As his feet come in contact first, the scream he releases can, I am sure, can be heard six blocks over. His blood squirts out, splattering all over the walls and my chest, evidence not to fuck with me. I look down at his partner in the chair and his chest heaves up and down as it begins to dawn on him that he is not dealing with a little boy.
“AHHHHH!!!” His partner continues to scream. Nodding my head, Manny turns off the machine and pulls him up. His body, covered in blood, his legs shredded and basically gone. His hangs there, limply, not saying anything but the occasional moan. Turning to his partner, I lean in his face.
“You’re next. I am only going to ask one more time. What was the plan?” When it looks like he is not going to answer, I nod for my brother and Manny to come over and he relents.