Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
“Oh, there should be a spoon in there.” She says.
I look in the bag and find the beige colored plastic spoon. I walk back to the living room where our hostage sits tied up to a chair. I open my yogurt and just as I’m about to take a bite of my snack Victor stirs.
“Hey bitch.” I greet him.
His eyes are still closed but he moves his head from side to side as he lets out a few muffled groans. Snapping my fingers in his face I ask,
“Hey man, you alright?”
His eyes finally open and he looks directly in my eyes. Frani and Fritzi enter the living room.
“Oh good, he’s awake.” Frani says.
“Yes, he is.” I say, slapping his cheek a few times.
He growls at me as he looks at me with a frown of disgust and annoyance on his face. He looks at Frani.
“You lying viper!” he exclaims. “You know these two assholes! I should kill you.”
“You need to be alive to do something you should.” Flit says.
He has a Bowie Pocketknife in his hand and he flicks it open and close repeatedly, slowly. Victor’s eyes advert to Flits before returning to Neon.
“So, tell me bitch, why did you really call me?” he asks.
Frani walks up to him and punches the shit out of him. His head flies to the side and blood begins to pool out of his lips. He spits the blood out of his mouth along with a tooth. He gives her a bloody smile.
“Nice swing.” He says. “I dig it.”
Neon grabs his face by his angle of his mandible and squats so she’s eye level with him.
“Call me a bitch one more time and I’ll show you that I’m far more than a fucking bitch, you got me you son of a bitch?” she growls in his face.
She then shoves his face back and steps away from him.
“Also, you wouldn’t be able to handle my pussy.” She adds.
“Damn.” Flit whistles, a grin appearing on his face.
Victor just smirks. “Okay, so why did you call me?”
“To get you right where I wanted you.” she responds.
“And where is that, tied up to a chair with a sore pit?” He asks.
“Oh no, this is all just a step to take to get you where I want you and so was the phone call.” Neon replies.
“And where’s my final destination?” Victor asks.
Neon chuckles dryly. “Oh, don’t you worry your big head about that... you’ll get there soon.”
“You recall being recruited by a man named Jamie?” I ask.
He looks at me.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.” He mutters. “Jamie who?”
“Jaime Herrara, asshat!” Flit says.
“Ah, Mister Herrara.” Victor smiles. “That name rings a bell.”
“It fucking should, you just completed a job for him than a week ago.” Flit states.
I continue to eat my yogurt, hoping the taste will soothe the building anger inside me. My blood is currently bubbling with fire underneath my skin, my patience running thin.
“Oh yeah, I know, I know now, he called me to execute a hacker or some nitwit.” Victor smiles proudly.
I lose my patience and sit my yogurt down before going over to Victor and punch him.
More blood gushes from his face, making his mouth bloodier.
I feel moisture on my fist and look down to see a medium sized smudge of blood on my hand.
I snarl in disgust before reaching for his shirt to wipe his blood off my hand.
“Ooh, you guys have tremendous strength.” Victor says. He then looks at Neon. “Especially you since you’re a girl.”
Neon huffs as she smiles and rolls her eyes.
She walks to where she discarded her backpack earlier.
Unzipping it she reaches in and grabs her whip.
A temporary whip she made just for Victor.
It’s a standard whip but at the end of the whip is a giant fishhook, the teeth of the hook really sharp.
If wielded correctly it could rip chunks of meat out of one’s body, including the wielders.
She places a hand on my stomach and pushes me back.
She then gestures for Flit to stand back. He grins and does as she says.
“Well dumbass, you’re here because you killed a dear friend of my family and then framed the murder on my father.” Neon explains. “So, you will be writing a confession letter before you make all your life confessions in the afterlife.”
“Uh-huh.” Victor says, eyeing the whip. “What’s that for?”
“Oh this?” Neon asks, smiling. “This is just a new toy I made... just for you and this...”
Neon whirls the whip around, slicing the air with a deafening whooshing sound, and hits Victor right in his stomach.
His shirt rips immediately and blood gushes from his stomach and lands on the floor with a heavy thud.
Victor screams in pain. I continue to eat my yogurt like I’m casually watching my favorite movie.
“Oh shit!” Flit whispers under his breath.
“For insulting me and being a fucking sexist man.” Neon continues.
She looks at Flit.
“Untie him.”
“I’ll go get the pencil and paper.” I say, exiting the living room.
When I return Neon has Victor sitting on the couch with barbwire wraped around his neck like a choker.
She safety has the ends of the barbwire in her hands and all she has to do is pull on it hard enough to kill him.
I hand him the pencil and paper and he sits it down on the coffee table frantically.
His stomach is still bleeding, his shirt soaked in the body fluid.
“What do you want me to write?”
“A sincere apology to my father while also confessing that you were behind the murder of Julian.” Neon says. “And for each letter I don’t like is a lick of my whip to your flesh, understood?”
Victor swallows which pushes his neck against the barbwire, a single dot of blood becoming visible.
“So, get to writing.” Neon continues.
As the jerk begins to write I finish my yogurt.
I’m itching to go home and snuggle up with my guy but I can’t at the moment and let me just say it’s killing me.
Not in a good way either! Minutes pass by and I begin to get antsy, the sound of the pencil on the paper annoying the living shit out of me!
“Uh, I’d advise you to erase those words.” Neon says, looking over Victor’s shoulder.
She squeezes the barbwire around his neck tighter, droplets of blood from all around his neck glisten in the lighting. Victor winces slightly before he erases whatever it is Neon told him to erase.
“Fucking bitch.” Victor mumbles.
I freeze and look at him. I know he didn’t just say what I think he said.
“Come again?” I ask, an eyebrow arched.
Neon chuckles a little before holding her hand up. The smile on her face small yet deadly looking.
“No, I got this.” She reassures me.
She yanks Victor back with just the barbwire around his neck, the steel slicing into his flesh. Victor gasps as his eyes widen in pure shock. Neon hops over the back of the couch, twisting the barbwire around his neck, and straddles his lap.
“Hello pretty boy.” She bops his nose with a single finger.
Her smile anything but pleasant.
“Would you mind repeating what you just said?” she presses on. “Because I may be a bitch, but I can be the bitchiest bitch a bitch can ever be, regular bitches would be calling me a classy bitch.”
“You best be glad you haven’t met her yet.” Flit comments.
Reaching for the whip Neon stands, the barbwire so deep in his flesh it no longer needs to be handheld. Stepping back Neon does some tricks with her weapon.
“You see bitch has five letters in it and since you’re supposed to be writing a letter and not talking along with seeming comfortable calling a woman it I want you to spell out the word with me.”
Neon gestures for me and Flit to hold him down. We walk to the back of the couch and hold each of his arms, pulling them back, making his torso pop out.
Whip!
The hook lands in Victors stomach but Neon doesn’t move to take it out. Victor shouts, bucking against me and Flit.
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, huh?” Neon asks, cupping her ear.
“Spell it out, asshole.” I say through gritted teeth.
Victor takes a few deep breaths before speaking.
“B!” he cries.
Neon yanks the whip, pulling it back towards her. A chunk of his flesh flies out, attached to the hook. He yells some more.
Whip!
This time the hook lands on the side of his ribs, deep too.
“I!” he shouts.
Whip!
“T!”
Whip!
“C!”
Whip!
“H!”
Each time she pulls the hook out of his body she pulls a chunk of meat or flesh out with it. Blood is now covering the couch as Victor whimpers in pain.
“Motherfucker.” Neon says. “Now get back to writing or your back is next.”
Frantically, yet shakily Victor reaches for the pencil and starts writing again. Flit and I walk back to our respective spots and Neon takes her place back behind him, holding the barbwire against his neck, even though she doesn’t need to. More time goes by and I’m growing agitated.
“Are you almost done you bastard?” I ask in a low growl, scrubbing my hand down my face impatiently.
Neon snatches the letter from Victor and reads what he wrote so far. She tightens the barbwire around his neck, her eyes scanning the paper. She looks down at him before looking at me.
“It’s alright.” She says. “Better than what he was writing earlier.”
She hands me the paper and I read it.
Hello, my name is Victor Esquivel, and I am a professional assassin.
I was hired by Jamie Herrera with the objective to kill a man named Julian.
My instructions were to kill the man and place the murder on a man named Guildford Nacar, which is why you currently have him locked up.
I confess to the crime and hope to be forgiven by both whomever reads this message and by Guildford Nacar.
It’s nothing personal, I was just doing business.
“It took you this fucking long to write these measly little words?” I ask. “It’s not the best but it’ll do... I guess.”
I hand the paper to Flit to let him read it. He chuckles once he’s finished with it.
“I don’t think Prez will forgive you for ample amount of reasons but okay.” Flit says. “Not that you were searching for forgiveness in the first place.”
Neon smiles before crouching down in Victors face. “Now it’s time to put you right where I want you.”
Walking to her backpack I pull out her gun and hand it to her.
“Thank you.” She says, taking the weapon from me.
She removes the barbwire from his neck and steps away from Victor.
He looks around at all three of us with frantic eyes, the sense of fear projecting from his body like steam from a nice hot meal fresh from the oven.
The Dark Angel in me sniffs the air like it’s the newest, sexiest cologne known to man.
“Wait, no.” Victor fidgets.
“I advise you not to do anything stupid.” Flit says.
Neon readies her gun before aiming it at Victors head.
“Wait!” Victor shouts. “You can’t kill me; I did what you asked.”
“Exactly and now I’m doing what I want.” Neon says. “And I always get what I want.”
“No, no, no, no, no, wait!” Victor pleads. “Please wait, I don’t want to di—”
Bang!
And just like that he’s gone. Frani removes some strands of her neon-colored hair out of her face as she effectively cleans her gun. She even blows the tip as if smoke is coming out of it.
“Fucking hell man.” Fritzi says, looking at the mess.
Victors body is now limp and lifeless as it rests on the couch, the wound in his forehead making a waterfall of blood.
“Welp, it’s time to clean up our mess.” I shrug indifferently.