New Town. Part 17.

Part 1, Part 16

The grey one grabbed the back of Doug’s chair and started to drag him until he couldn’t see the face of the girl anymore, the grey one smiled at Doug, “Don’t want her getting any funny ideas.” Then he reached out and Doug felt something wet over his lips, he tightened them to stop whatever it was getting inside, after a second the grey one removed his hand. The wetness was still there, but it was rapidly drying, Doug tried to open his mouth, but his lips were stuck together, “Don’t worry, it isn’t permanent.” With that the grey one turned and walked back around to the girl.
The grey one studied her face for a moment, then one large hand reached out and slapped her. There was no response.
“Huh. Must have hit her harder than I thought.”
He turned to the green one, “How long till she wakes up?”
“Shouldn’t be too long. It’s hard to tell though, I don’t know what damage you might have done.”
The grey one sighed, “Balls.”
It was another ten minutes before the girl started to regain consciousness, she seemed groggy and confused, already a deep bruise was forming around her eye. When she started to mumble the grey one picked up a bottle of water and emptied it over her head, seeming to wake up a little, she sat up a little straighter. Then she began struggling against her bonds.
“Don’t bother. You won’t get free. Let’s start with the easy stuff, just confirmation ya know? You work for Max?”
The girl said nothing.
“Ah c’mon don’t be like that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sighing again he reached out and grabbed a finger, he began to bend it back, slowly and steadily until there was a crack. It was lower than Doug had expected, but all too loud. The girl didn’t make a sound.
“Tough one eh?” he reached and did it again with her middle finger, again, silence.
He broke her baby finger before she made any noise, even then it was only a faint whimper.
“Oh good, we’re getting somewhere.” The green one was still sitting, he looked faintly queasy.
The grey one reached out and cupped her hand in his, then, he began to close it, slowly crushing her hand and forcing her broken fingers into new and fantastic shapes. She let out a roar of pain, the green one curled up his legs, closed his eyes and covered his ears.
The grey one stopped, “are you gonna talk?”
“Ok, well, let’s see how the other hand is doing then, shall we?”

Doug had stopped watching after the second finger, but occasionally he couldn’t help but steal glances, he couldn’t fathom how she could endure such pain with so little noise or reaction. Had he himself known anything he would have told them it to get the grey one to stop torturing the girl.

The grey one cracked his knuckles, then he punched her once in the stomach. He watched as she gasped for breath, then he stepped back from her.
“I think it’s time we took a little break, don’t you?” Her hair was stuck to her scalp and damp, her face was pale and had an unhealthy looking sheen, she panted in ragged gasps and still she hadn’t said a word. Doug hoped that meant someone knew where she was, that someone else was coming and they’d rescue them both. The green one jumped when the grey one touched his shoulder, the grey one leaned over and together they started to whisper.
After a moment the girl spoke, “So, where’d you stash him? He’s not going to go dying on you or anything, is he?” Doug struggled against his bonds, trying to make some noise to alert her that he was still there, but there was only a faint creaking. “We put him somewhere safe, somewhere you won’t be able to get at him. Don’t worry, we have it under control.”
“Hardly. I’m the first to find you, but how long do you think it will take the others?”
The grey one stood from the couch, smiling. “Well, now that it seems you’re in a chatty mood, how about answering some of my questions?”
“How about you fuck off?”
The grey one chuckled, “very mouth now, aren’t you?”
He slapped her once, across the face, blood splashed from her mouth and onto the carpet.
“So, you’re working for Max?”
“Well, I’m just going to take that as a yes, seeing as you clammed up the last time too. So, what was your mission? Capture him, kill him and blame us?”

The grey one reached out and grabbed her broken hand again and gave it a brief squeeze, “We don’t want to have to go back to that, do we?”
“It’d be more fun if I wasn’t tied up.”
“Yeah, I could finish the job I started on you.”
The grey one punched her in the stomach, “There is plenty of interesting things I could do to you, but unfortunately I’m a little low on supplies, so I’m going to have to get creative here. How do you feel about your eyes?”
The green one closed his eyes again as he began to huddle against himself, Doug closed his eyes too, but he couldn’t cover his ears. She lasted a long time, longer than he would have ever imagined but then the screams stared.
When the screams stopped the room was almost silent, the only noise was the steady dripping of blood onto the now wooden floor and her faint breathing.

The grey one was huddled with the green one, again they were whispering. Doug couldn’t stand to look at her mangled body, so instead he looked at them. Finally the green one nodded reluctantly and the grey one sauntered towards the girl, he spun her chair around so she was facing Doug.
“I want you to see this because I want you to understand that I’m a reasonable man, if she had answered my questions, none of this would have happened to her. I want you to see what happens to those who don’t obey me, just so you don’t go getting any funny ideas at some point.”

There was a glint of silver in his hand, a knife. He grabbed her hair, fingers winding through it, and he brought her head back forcefully, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Doug. The girls eyes opened slightly, she was awake. The grey one brought the knife to her neck and cut, quickly and deeply, blood spurted out, black and thick, landing on the floor, on the walls, on Doug. Doug shuddered and jerked in his bonds, trying to get away from the warm blood that was covering him. The grey one waited for a second longer after the blood had turned to a slow dribble and he let her head drop forwards. A moment later the blood stopped flowing. Her body seemed to be deflated, loosening in its bonds. Doug watched horrified as she began to slide down the chair, into a pool of blackness. The grey one looked at the pool and turned away, going back to the green one. The pool began to evaporate, the shadow fleeing the light, Doug shivered as the blood on him turned cold and disappeared too, when it was over there was no sign that someone had ever been in the chair and no evidence that anyone had been killed.
“I love it when they clean up after themselves.” The grey one elbowed the green one lightly at his joke, the green one nodded weakly. Doug felt nauseas, he closed his eyes and started to breathe slowly, he would be ok, someone would find him, he’d be fine. Suddenly the ropes around him loosened and fell, he opened his eyes, the girl moved past him and before the grey one could react, shoved the knife he had used to kill her, deep into his chest, she ripped it out and stabbed twice more, the grey one fell backwards, she turned and punched the green one in the face, he crumpled to the ground, she looked at Doug, “You’re still sitting? C’mon we gotta go.” With that she headed right for the door and, opening it, stepped outside.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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