THE TAINTED ONES

HIM He moves swiftly and orderly. Steps arranged. Around the man who is fiercely shaking. A punch straight to his jaw. Blood splattered across the room adding to a mess in the already messy room. He is still not satisfied. He walks to the table that lay all his precious and most treasured tools that can be used for the man who lay limply on the chair. Fingers run across every tool. Thinking of the best tool to be given to that human. His fingers stopped at a brass knuckle that was custom made just for him. Unique and fit just for him. Coated with gold and silver and platted with ruby on the knuckle, just the way he likes it. The colour of ruby is his symbol. Red like the blood of his victim. Without wasting time, he wears it and slowly makes his way to the human on the chair. Step by step. Rousing fear and panic. He signed to his men to loosen the rope that is binding the human. They obey quickly. The loose rope makes it easier for that human to breath. That human breath greedily. As if that was his last breath. Little did he know. " You know, all of this can be simple if you just give me what I want. There is no need for us to be like this. If you just give me what I want, you will not be in this position. What I gave to you is just a tiny bit of what more than I can do." He paused for a moment to reach his jacket pocket and bring out a white handkerchief. " But we don't have to go all the way. You just have to whisper to me a name. Just that name. Whisper it to me and only me. I promise you no one will hear it, except you and me." He finished that sentence as he wipes the blood from his face. But that human just sat on that chair without moving an inch. No matter what happens, this is a secret bound by your own blood. Remember that. Another voice rang in his head. Which voice should he listen? The voice inside him or the voice in front of him? Dush... A punch straight to his stomach with the brass knuckle. blood spurted out of his mouth. Trails to his white shirt. Adding more red colour to his shirt. "So?" That human shook his head. He made a tsk sound from his mouth. He knows now that the human in front of him is determined. If someone does not want you hanging around them anymore, don't bother to be there at all. He signals his men to finish the human. His men nodded vigorously. He walks away and put on his dark brown leather jacket and black glove. He walks outside of the cabin and swings his leg to his beloved Ducati monster. Engines on and he's off away from that place.