Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 4: Adventures With A Bra

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Chapter 4

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            "I want a search party out to find the debris of the plane," the smoker declared as he stood in the dim, humid warehouse. Clad in a cigar jacket and pants, it was a surprise the murderous heat didn't affect him. Those around him, were drenched in sweat however, and eager to escape hellish heat. Several hands shot up to volunteer if only to get out of it. They were prodded into a group at the front, and faced the imposing leader who reeked of wealth and power, and also smoke.

            "Good," the smoker grinned as he stared at the thirty who'd sealed their fates. "Thank you for  help." A few smiled obligingly, while others looked on skeptically. What did the smoker truly want? That was answered as two men dragged Eric into the room and dumped him on the stone floor. He was a revolting sight, covered in bruises and blood. Several of the volunteers recoiled in horror.

          The barely recognizable human could scarely manage to lift his head and bore a hate-filled stare into the smoker's face. An almost imperceptible frown flicked across the smoker's face as he walked towards the beaten, but not defeated, man and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach. An agonized howl filled the room and an especially weak volunteer bent over to vomit.

            "Please follow my instructions to the T," the smoker gave a bored chuckle and turned back to the volunteers, "as we can all see insubordination isn't tolerated." Without glancing away from the volunteers, he motioned for the two guards to leave. "Get him out of here." The disgust in his voice was evident. The retreating sound of scuffling feet and a few low moans announced that the trio had left. A smile spread across the smoker's face as he folded his hands and stared benevolently at the group.

            "Any volunteers to be the leader of the search party," he asked, his smile looking more like a smirk. The whistling of machines was the only thing that broke the tense silence.

            "Now, now," he flashed white teeth, "don't be so eager." His eyes grazed over the group until they landed on a easily swayed face. A face, that if persuaded gently could become a strong force for the smoker's purpose. Dark brown eyes stared back, a hint of sadistic in their depths mingled with obvious fear. 

            "You,"  he pointed to the man, "you're the leader. Clear out now and bring me the debris of the plane by tomorrow or you'll end up like our special friend Eric." The man's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. He was too shocked to move.

            "You've only got twenty-three hours left." The smoker carefully selected a Havana cigar from his coat and brought it to his lips. Lighting it leisurely, he focused cold blue eyes onto the selected leader.

            "Yes sir," he sputtered, suddenly coming to life. Everyone quickly left, heading for the docks in search of a boat. As a woman passed the smoker, he reached out and grabbed her arm. Her gasp revealed her terror as she fearfully looked at the hand on her arm. 

            "Go check on the planes passengers. Make sure they aren't planning anything," the smoker commanded under his breath. She nodded dutifully and raced off to complete her task. Licking his lips in satisfaction, the smoker took a drag of the cigar. The plan was working perfectly.

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            A yawn escapes my lips as I sit up to stretch. Surprisingly, my bed of leaves was remarkably comfortable and I slept well. I had a pleasant dream that a plane found us, and took me home but left Mitch behind. Combing my hair with my fingers, I stare at the ocean that tickles my bare feet. Wait a minute, how did I end up directly at the water's edge? I shift, realizing that I am soaking wet. Looking behind me, I surmise that I've been dragged here, well if the obvious fat line in the sand is anything to go by. There is only one person who could have done this.