Black Rose Revenge

Chapter 4

UNKNOWN POV

“This guy is such a pain in the ASS!” Johnny said angrily. “Why couldn’t the boss man take care of this guy himself? I am not getting paid enough to deal with my bones getting broken and my ass getting kicked!” He paced about the room. “Do either of you two have a cigarette?”

The two guys sitting at the nearby table looked at each other. “I thought you quit?” The man on the right of the table asked as he handed a cigarette to Johnny. Johnny was 6’2” with a linebacker build. He was bald with dark gray eyes and a black, neatly trimmed goatee. He reminded a lot of people of evil Mr. Clean. “Yeah, but apparently it was a bad time to quit.” He lit the cigarette and breathed deeply. “God, I needed that.” After a couple minutes of silence Johnny finally asked. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well in a couple of minutes Bubba and I are going to drive down to the diner on Route 9 and wait for the boss to call.” Frank and Bubba were both well built. Bubba was about 6’5”, blond hair, green eyes, no facial hair and biceps that were as big as watermelons! He didn’t speak much so Frank did all the talking. Frank had medium length, shaggy black hair, brown eyes and mocha colored skin. He is a former pro football player. He was at the peak of his career when he was involved in an accident that blew his left knee out, ending his career! He has been a mercenary for hire since then.

“So, what you’re telling me is that I have to stay here with crazy, shape-shifting, Vampire-man?!” It looked as though Johnny was about to have an aneurism.

“Whoa there buddy! The subject is detained and can’t hurt you. As long as you stay away from him you should be fine until we get back.” Frank and Bubba both stood up and headed toward the door while Johnny was freaking out. “Oh, by the way, Johnny; if anything goes awry YOU will have to deal with the consequences!” When Frank knew that Johnny understood completely before heading out the door.

Johnny continued to pace about the room with the new information. “Just f*****g great! This is all I needed, it’s no wonder I have an ulcer!” He stopped pacing when he heard a crackling noise. He stood still while trying to place where the noise. He stood still while trying to place where the noise was coming from. All of a sudden he couldn’t move it was as if he and his body were two different pilots in the same body!

Before he knew what was happening his body was moving towards the bolted door located in the back of the warehouse. Johnny tried to fight the movements but it was to no avail. It had only taken him five minutes to reach the door. He unlocked the door, entered the room and found himself untying the prisoner. He felt trapped in his own mind, not being able to stop himself. When he let the prisoner go he just stood still.

“You are probably wondering why you can’t control your body, aren’t you?” The prisoner stood and proceeded to bind Johnny. “I will tell you it’s because I have complete control of you motor skills. You can fight it all you want but it’s of no use. Now I will start to slow your breathing down to the point that your heart completely stops and it would appear as though you had a heart attack. Oh, course you will be fully aware of your surroundings but will be unable to do anything about it.” The prisoner placed Johnny up against the wall nearest the door and continued to explain what he was doing.

“The reason I am doing this is because you put my daughter in danger and that is something that I will NOT tolerate. It’s one thing to harm me, but it’s an entirely different thing to involve my daughter! I don’t know who you are working for but I will find out. I am leaving now so we won’t be seeing each other again because you will be dead. Ta-ta, you should be on your last breath so good day!” All I could do was watch his fading figure as I indeed took my last breath. My last thoughts where that I knew I should never have taken this job!

Garrison POV

It was nice to be back in the saddle after such a long break. He had learned about so many new ways to torture someone! I had spent months abroad in Europe, under an alias of course. At present I was going by the name of Earl Nathan Von Tessar. The one thing that I missed the most about being bad was the rush that I get when I feel someone’s life leaves their body! I wanted to ease back into it but when I came across Vivian Helmsley, I couldn’t resist. She was just so enticing, the way she moved, laughed, smiled. She completely overwhelmed his senses. She looked so fragile and it was easy to overpower her.

She was walking to her car when he came up behind her. She tried to fight against him but she quickly gave up. She didn’t even beg or plead when he wrapped his left hand around her neck. She just stared at me, even as I applied more pressure to her larynx. Her eyes grew wide as her breath became labored. Just before she lost consciousness he stabbed her about a dozen times in her abdomen. She crumpled to the ground but was still alive. He dragged her to his pickup and place her in the back then snapped the cover in place.

He drove for about forty miles and then came to a stop in the parking lot of the South Side Market. I wasn’t prepared for a kill so I had to improvise and double check his clean up. After making sure that she was dead, I went into the market for some supplies. I picked up some bleach, lighter fluid, matches, and a couple other necessities I pulled the truck around to the back of the building, where I made sure there were no cameras or prying eyes. I parked far enough away so that my truck wouldn’t be noticed and waited for the store to close. When I was absolutely sure that there was no one around, I opened the cover and placed Vivian in a nearby pit, I then covered her with lighter fluid.

I then poured bleach in the back of my truck to cover up the blood. I used a couple of towels to soak up any remaining blood spots. Once I was done with that I stripped off all my clothes and tossed them in a pile on top of the body along with the towels and doused them with lighter fluid. I then lit the match and tossed it on top of the evidence. I felt the heat against my skin as everything lit up in flames. I loved the way the heat covered my entire body, just like the rush from ending a life heats his soul, well that is if he had a soul. When the fire died down I got back into the truck and drove away. I drove until I came upon a hobo laying on the side of the road. As much as I hated wearing dirty clothes I couldn’t just go around naked so I robbed the drunk of his clothes. I continued down the road until I ran out of gas. I then dumped the truck and hoofed it to the nearest motel. I was feeling invincible, god, it felt good to be back!