Through words

Chapter 10

Her car was nice. A black mustang, with deep red leather seats, I felt like I was sitting in a pool of blood.

"You can't see," I stated, eyeing my black bag of toys in the backseat. "I know," She hummed, fiddling with that fucking pouch again.

"Then why did you have a car?" Her lips perched and she turned squinted eyes in my direction. "I haven't always been blind you know? If you're bothered to ask you'd already know this," It seemed I had struck a chord and she was now sulking, a glazed look on her other wise blank face.

"Im guessing it has something to do with this guy," I held up the picture of daddy dearest between my fingers. She didn't answer. This girl had a way of untangling my patience and wrappingit around her own neck. It was obvious she was seeking curiosity, she wanted me to askwhat had happened, why her dad had done these things, why she was seeking out a killer and why she was so fucked up.

She wanted me to tangle my fingers in hers and to tell her I would carve out her father's heart and hang it on my wall, that I would kill anyone else who dared hurt her. It was obvious, she was delusional and I was not going to fuel her imagination.

"Whatever," I turned the key and the engine thrummed to life, killing her and taking the car was starting to seem like a really good idea. No one would suspect someone to be hiding a body in a car as nice as this. In the corner of my eye I could see her glancing at me, eyebrows pulled together in frustration. I smirked, I had annoyed her. Pulling onto the road, images of everything I could do to Jalem began running through my head, like a school of whispers.

Carve him up, break his limbs, rip them off, drag a blunt knife against his skin, light him on fire. I could barely contain my excitement, it was hard to focus on the road since my eyes kept being dragged back to my bag. I was so distracted I hadn't even noticed Ximena pulling a set of cards from the purple pouch. The drive was short and I was very thankful, the sooner I get in that house, the sooner I can brutally murder this chick's dad.

"Pick a card," disinterested, I glanced at said chick, cards spread out in her hand. "Why?" She rolled her eyes letting out a huf. "Just do it," Glancing from her to the house my victimn was residing in, I reluctantly decided it would be best to do what she asked, more chance of future obedience. Snatching a card from her, I watched with pride as she flinched back and quietly grouped the rest of the cards together.

Flipping it over I couldn't help the furrowing of my brows as I took in the fading art printed on it. A man laying on his stomach, rich garments covered in blood adorning his corpse with ten, long swords jutting out of his torso, "Ten of Swords," I read out, looking to her for some out of answer. She was pale, her white hair sticking up from running a hand through it.

"Pick another please," she whispered, shoving the deck in my face. "Look this is a." "Just do it! Please," My hand shot out to injure her in some way but she dodged it, her milky eyes fxated on the cards she held out to me. "Please..." she repeated, pressing them forward slightly. Sick of this game I drew another, flipping it over and once again studying its design.

"The Lovers," Her lip quivered and she looked like she was about to faint. "I..see," She spoke, retrieving the two cards. "There is no chance.." I was about to press for answers but a light flicked off in the house I had been surveying.

"Let's go," She nodded weakly, following after me, my bag tossed over her shoulder. The door was unlocked andI  wanted to kill him more for making this easy for us. Murder is always more fun if it's a challenge. I looked to Ximena for a guide as to where he would be.

"The bedroom, he'll still be awake, he likes to 'relieve' himself before sleeping," I knew exactly what she meant by relieve. We could hear him half way up the stairs, disgusting grunts and moans a rabid dog would make we're leaving his mouth along with a string of names I was not familiar with.

All until one. "Ximena." Red. Blood. Rage. I couldn't see, I couldn't see the rest of the stairs as I clambered them my knife already in my hand. I couldn't see the bed as I launched at him. What I could see though, was his throat. His dirty turkey neck that reminded me of a gizzard. It bounced up and down as he swallowed, the tip of my knife pressing into his Adam's apple.

"Hello father dearest, who's it tonight? The little girl from down the street? No. How about you own daughter?" I was going to do it, I was going to slash his throat, watch asa waterfall of crimson fell onto his stained sheets, watch as the blood gathers in his mouth, pleas and prayers gurgling away in the flood of gore. I was, I swear I was, but I was stopped. An arm flung out to squeeze mine.

"Don't tell me you've gone cold," I said looking back to her. She shook her head, silver eyes and hair seeming to glow in the dark. In this moment I allowed my self to admit she was beautiful, in a ghostly half dead way of course, she was extremely beautiful.

"Why so quick?" Was all she said, processing her words, a sly smirk grew across my face and I could hear the grumbled protests of the man my knife was to. "You're right," I removed my knife, but quickly slammed my fist into his face.

"Scream and I'l tell everyone about that little ballerina," what? Ximena likes to talk. This seemed to work as he watched me in complete silence. Patting his cheek harder than necessary I smiled at him, a murderous cold smile that filled his eyes with dread and fear. I was on cloud nine.

"What do you want?" She asked, head a little behind mine, "Surprise me," I smirked, eyes set on Jarem's. He began to squirm and protest when she handed me an old pair ofrusted hedge clippers, "Now Jarem, can I call you Jarem? I'll take that as a yes, remember the ballerina," He went silent again but was still squirmig.

"Fight all you want, it just makes this more fun," I sung, clamping the clippers down on his ring finger where an old gold band still sat. "Won't be needing that anymore," Ximena hurriedly pocked the finger up, slipping the the ring of it and pocketing it, before throwing the finger in some unknown direction. I continued, snapping of random fingers and toes, listening to the satisfying crunch and watching the spurts of blood that would splatter the room.

"You're doing great Jarem," I praised, taking another finger, the noise of the bone breaking muted by his loud groans. "Next," I handed the clippers back to Ximena, pleased when she handed me a thick needle. "I know what this would be great for," Moving the sheets, I was about to stab the pin into his urethra when a hand yet again stopped me.

"What?" I snapped just about ready to turn my murderous rageon her. "Let me... please," She looked from the needle to his flaccid cock and almost threw her out the window. "I told you. I am doing it," "Just this please," as much as I hate the thought of her taking my fun for herself, I understood. This is the man who has tormented her her entire life, what greater revenge than to destroy the thing that destroyed her? I do love revenge.

"Fine," I sighed, handing her the needle, making sure it got stuck in her skin. "Thank you," she mumbled out. Taking her pouch in her hand, she pulled out her lighter. "Remember when you said I was useless, weak, that I couldn't do anything about it?" He shook his head. "Well I do," Her thumb flicked at the lighter. The beautiful flame returning in all its glory. Slowly, yet thoroughly, she dragged the flame over the needle untl smoke was dancing of its tip.

"For all the times you hurt me," Still extremely slowly, she dug the searing hot needle across the flesh of his cock, I watched as he cried, blubbered, andwailed. Empty apologies left him as well as small screams but she didn't stop. About ten minutes went my before she lifted the needle, a large grin on her face, "now everyone will know,"

Pedophile...daughter fucker...drunk...abusive...wife murderer We're words she had carved into his skin, "for extra measure," she once again lit the lighter but instead of heating up the needle she brought it straight down on his cock. He couldn't help it this time, a blood curdling scream tore threw his throat alerting the whole neighbourhood to what wah happening. I didn't care though we were done.

Telling her to leave the blackened mutilated limb alone, I sent Jarem one last smile before finally slashing his throat and getting us the hell out of there. The car ride was sat in silence, but she was glowing the entire time. Maybe because she had finally gotten revenge on her dad, or maybe because she knew I was proud of her.