eye. Next he strode over and
quickly grabbed him by the arm and twisted it behind his back. The
old man screamed and grimaced in pain, but Jorge didn’t care. He
just pulled at the other arm and secured both wrists together.
Reiner made a pained and pathetic noise as he was dragged by his
shirt collar down the stairs into the basement.
It was a dark
yet strangely homely space filled with Reiner’s various hobby
crafts and old photographs. It wasn’t the usual dungeon that Jorge
was used to but it would do. He placed his captive in the corner
and tied the rope to a water pipe. He looked down to check that it
was tight enough and he saw that Reiner’s hands were quickly
turning purple.
“ Good job,” he muttered to himself. “Soon the pain will be
unbearable,”
And for good
measure he kicked his prisoner in the groin. He yelped in agony but
again Jorge didn’t care. He liked to watch the struggling. It was
times like this he wished he was prepared, and he thought it would
have been nice to have some snacks to hand. He’d sit in front of
the old guy and kick back, relax and watch the torture. All he had
though was cigarettes. He lit one and blew the smoke into Reiner’s
face who immediately began to cough.
“ Why are you doing this?” his voice was becoming increasingly
desperate.
“ I won’t have to do anything if you tell me where Carl
is,”
“ But I don’t know! I mean I wish I knew… I miss my
son,”
“ Urgh…. You’re a real sorry son of a bitch you know that?”
Jorge spat on the ground.
He looked down
at the pitiful state of Reiner Snr and compared him to the young
hitman that he knew.
“ How did that man even come outta you?” he asked mockingly.
“He’s twice the man you’ll ever be,” and he watched the old man
begin to cry.
This was
getting nowhere. Old Reiner obviously knew nothing and was only
likely to piss himself rather than give up any useful
information.
“ When was the last time you saw him?” Jorge prodded one last
time.
“ About 4 years ago. We had a big argument. He’s never been
back,” and he looked genuinely sorry.
“ Hmmmm…..” Something about his expression made Jorge believe
him.
But he wasn’t
the sort of guy that just let people go. Instead he left him there
in the corner and turned the light off as he walked up the
stairs.
CHAPTER 9
Carl and Anna
were running headlong into nowhere with nothing but what they
carried.
“ We’ve got to stick to the back roads and away from the motels.
They’ll be checking every single one in the state,”
“ But how can they have that many men on the ground? They can’t
really have eyes everywhere!”
“ Believe me girl they do… more than you could know,” he blurted
out angrily as he dipped into an alley way.
“ What are we to do?” Anna was frantic. “Where do we
go?”
“ Shut up a minute, I’m thinking,” he winced in pain as his back
ached.
He leaned
against the wall for support and looked to the sky. Something
caught his eye and he placed his hand over his brows to block the
sun.
“ Hey… I think I see something” and he jogged up the alleyway
slowly with a slight limp.
“ Fuck! Don’t leave me,” she ran after him.
Carl stopped
halfway down the alley and looked up the side of the building. He
was eyeing up an apartment that looked abandoned.
“ Wait here,”
“ No! Don’t leave me!”
“ I’ll be two seconds,” and he disappeared out the
alley.
He came back a
few moments later with a look of optimism.
“ There a sign on the front. It’s been foreclosed,”
“ So?”
“ It means it’s empty dummy,” he laughed. “Come on,”
Carl led Anna
up the fire escape taking two steps at a time.
“ Now what?” Anna was both confused and exhilarated at the
top.
“ Now we get in…. believe me I know what I’m doing,”
“ I don’t wanna know how!” she looked away as Carl pulled out a
pen knife and expertly opened the window.
He slid it up
with a smile. “Home sweet
quickly grabbed him by the arm and twisted it behind his back. The
old man screamed and grimaced in pain, but Jorge didn’t care. He
just pulled at the other arm and secured both wrists together.
Reiner made a pained and pathetic noise as he was dragged by his
shirt collar down the stairs into the basement.
It was a dark
yet strangely homely space filled with Reiner’s various hobby
crafts and old photographs. It wasn’t the usual dungeon that Jorge
was used to but it would do. He placed his captive in the corner
and tied the rope to a water pipe. He looked down to check that it
was tight enough and he saw that Reiner’s hands were quickly
turning purple.
“ Good job,” he muttered to himself. “Soon the pain will be
unbearable,”
And for good
measure he kicked his prisoner in the groin. He yelped in agony but
again Jorge didn’t care. He liked to watch the struggling. It was
times like this he wished he was prepared, and he thought it would
have been nice to have some snacks to hand. He’d sit in front of
the old guy and kick back, relax and watch the torture. All he had
though was cigarettes. He lit one and blew the smoke into Reiner’s
face who immediately began to cough.
“ Why are you doing this?” his voice was becoming increasingly
desperate.
“ I won’t have to do anything if you tell me where Carl
is,”
“ But I don’t know! I mean I wish I knew… I miss my
son,”
“ Urgh…. You’re a real sorry son of a bitch you know that?”
Jorge spat on the ground.
He looked down
at the pitiful state of Reiner Snr and compared him to the young
hitman that he knew.
“ How did that man even come outta you?” he asked mockingly.
“He’s twice the man you’ll ever be,” and he watched the old man
begin to cry.
This was
getting nowhere. Old Reiner obviously knew nothing and was only
likely to piss himself rather than give up any useful
information.
“ When was the last time you saw him?” Jorge prodded one last
time.
“ About 4 years ago. We had a big argument. He’s never been
back,” and he looked genuinely sorry.
“ Hmmmm…..” Something about his expression made Jorge believe
him.
But he wasn’t
the sort of guy that just let people go. Instead he left him there
in the corner and turned the light off as he walked up the
stairs.
CHAPTER 9
Carl and Anna
were running headlong into nowhere with nothing but what they
carried.
“ We’ve got to stick to the back roads and away from the motels.
They’ll be checking every single one in the state,”
“ But how can they have that many men on the ground? They can’t
really have eyes everywhere!”
“ Believe me girl they do… more than you could know,” he blurted
out angrily as he dipped into an alley way.
“ What are we to do?” Anna was frantic. “Where do we
go?”
“ Shut up a minute, I’m thinking,” he winced in pain as his back
ached.
He leaned
against the wall for support and looked to the sky. Something
caught his eye and he placed his hand over his brows to block the
sun.
“ Hey… I think I see something” and he jogged up the alleyway
slowly with a slight limp.
“ Fuck! Don’t leave me,” she ran after him.
Carl stopped
halfway down the alley and looked up the side of the building. He
was eyeing up an apartment that looked abandoned.
“ Wait here,”
“ No! Don’t leave me!”
“ I’ll be two seconds,” and he disappeared out the
alley.
He came back a
few moments later with a look of optimism.
“ There a sign on the front. It’s been foreclosed,”
“ So?”
“ It means it’s empty dummy,” he laughed. “Come on,”
Carl led Anna
up the fire escape taking two steps at a time.
“ Now what?” Anna was both confused and exhilarated at the
top.
“ Now we get in…. believe me I know what I’m doing,”
“ I don’t wanna know how!” she looked away as Carl pulled out a
pen knife and expertly opened the window.
He slid it up
with a smile. “Home sweet
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