Ruined

Chapter 2

Damien…

“Damien, wait!” Tony called out while I was headed towards the Diner’s front door.                                                                                                                                                      “Ready to go then, I assume”.                                                                                                         “Yeah” He mumbled, as the rest of the men joined us.                                                                                                           “Showtime”.

Joaquin, Tony and I sat in one booth. While Lars and Maddox sat in another closer to main entrance. The waitress noticed us as we came in, and as soon as we sat down, placed some menu’s on our table.                                                                     “Hi sexy” Joaquin flirted.                                                                                                                 “Hi” she answered and bent over the table to set down two bottles of ketchup right in the middle of the table, making her boobs nearly explode out of her small top, and all the time not taking her eyes of Joaquin. I rolled my eyes. “Where’s Mr Rousseau?” I asked impatiently.                                                                        “Mr Rousseau’s out back” She answered with a seductive smile.                                                                                                         “Tell him…there’s someone that wants to meet with him” I said and smiled to myself. She murmured an ‘ok’ and went through the kitchen.                                         

I turned around and looked at Maddox, who watched me intently waiting for my signal. I nudged my head in the direction of the teenage couples making out in a nearby booth.                                                                                                                He nodded his head and smiled as he took out his knives. Moan, groans, the sound of flesh being sliced and muffled screams of pain followed shortly with an artistic display of sprays of blood. I sat back, relaxed as I watched Maddox kill the four kids with such splendour. 


Seconds later Mr Rousseau emerged, looking completely shocked to see me and what had happened in his Diner.                                                                                               “Mr Rousseau, finally you decide to show face”.                                               “What….What did you….” He began.                                                                                   “Thought I’d paint the walls for you Mr Rousseau. Red really is such a beautiful colour” Maddox smirked.                                                                                                       “Yeah, but we’re not done redecorating, are we Maddox? This place could still do with a whole lot of red. It’s way too dull in here”.                                                          “Maybe we should call his staff, boss” Maddox suggested.                                            “Excellent idea, Maddox”.                                                                                                             “No, p-p-please….don’t h-hurt them…” He pleaded. Just then the slutty waitress returned and immediately screamed.                                                                “Joaquin, hold her” I instructed.                                                                                              “Love to” He said with a smile. He held her with her back to his chest and his gun in her mouth.                                                                                                                                          “It would be a pity to shoot her, wouldn’t it? So pretty. And what would you have to say to that old girlfriend of yours? Oh, she will definitely blame you for the death of her only grandchild”.                                                                                   The old man gave me a surprised look.                                                                                 “Oh, yes. I know all about your extracurricular activities at the lawn bowl club with that granny. I know anything and everything about the people that owe me”.                                                                                                                                             “Please…Leave her out of this. Wh-what do you want?” Tears started welling up in the old-timer’s eyes.                                                                                                                          “What I want is my fucking money!” I yelled and pointed a gun to his head as Tony kicked him at his knees, making him kneel down.