Phantoms Among Justice

III - Live By Steel, Die By It As Well

Vic's thoughts kept revolving around Edward's words to him through the night. You people are expendable... Even though Edward had said that Vic and Santiago were not, more or less, He kept thinking that they were. Santiago was thinking about Joanna, until he could no longer keep his thoughts within his own mind. "Eddie? You threatened Joanna" Edward nodded. "You said to Vic, that you had her at the warehouse. When we got there, she wasn't there. And now, Vic's on his way to her place." Edward shook his head at that statement. "Vic...is driving to Dallas' house at the moment." Dallas Rooker was a member of a motorcycle club, and one of Edwards benefactors. He didn't necessarily work for Edward, he just came with him from time to time.

Vic looked in the rearview mirror, and nodded at Edward. "What the Hell we need with Dallas?" Santiago liked very few people, but Dallas was one that he could accept. He was more upset that he wasn't going to De'Addison's. "We need to recuperate." Edward said, and Santiago laughed. "At Dallas'?! Fuck that Eddie! Hell, probably ain't even home." Edward was frustrated by that point. He had been in a very fatal, vicious firefight amongst them, and he'd just lost his driver. "You will do what I tell you to, that's what I pay your for." Santiago reached behind him and snapped in Edward's face. "Speak of the Devil!" Edward latched Santiago's hand, and violently twisted it. "I needed you! Don't you ever fucking forget it!" He released his hold. Santiago retracted his hand, and massaged it. "Dallas' it is." He sarcastically said.

They drove to Jesicah, Texas, where Dallas Rooker resided. Jesicah was very close to a project management suburb, but it was more of a tri-state. A motorcycle club named The Sons of Lucifer operating on the south side. A rather large gang, made up of primarily hispanic-orientation, named the Queens operating the north, and a syndicate of the Queens, named the Reds, running the small west side. They all fought terribly with each other, which is why Vic drove through Jesicah, instead of Santiago. He stopped alongside Dallas' house. He had moved up in the hierarchy of his group, being vice president now. Pety stayed in the car, while Edward, Vic, and Santiago walked to the house.

The door was partially open, so they walked in. They saw a man, unconscious in a chair. Blood, trailing the floor, leading to the bathroom. "Eddie, Vic? Grab a smoke. I know how to talk to this guy." He heard the fleeting sound of water, violently gurgling. It grew, until he opened the bathroom door. He saw a man with his head being forced into the toilet, the hand, gripping his head, growing into a tattoo-clad forearm, and into the face of hulking man, with a scar going across his neck. "What the fuck do you want?" He calmly asked. Santiago stood against the doorway. "To know what your doin', for one." He pulled the man's head out of the toilet, and he gasped. He threw the man's head off of the commode, until the commode cracked. The man grasped his head, and he shoved his head back into the toilet, breaking his hand. He refrained his hand, and fell into the toilet. "Just poppin' a blood blister." He meant a member of The Reds, whom he and his crew most commonly associated with anemic diseases.

Santiago laughed, and pulled out a large folding knife. "Mind if I take a whack?" Santiago smiled. Dallas threw his hands up. "I've been almost drownin' this nasty fuck for almost two hours now. Can't get a Goddamned word out of him! Oh, by the way, don't worry about what I'm tryin' to squeeze outta him." Santiago nodded, and flicked open his knife. Dallas grabbed the man and threw him upon the wall, and he fell. Santiago dragged a chair and a table beside the man, put him onto the chair and forced his hand onto the table. He put the knife up to his index finger. "F-Fuck... you" the man said. Santiago laughed. "I don't remember askin' you a fucking thing!" He pressed down on the knife, and his index finger was no longer attached to his hand. The man screamed, as blood gathered around his hand. "Keep on cryin', ain't gonna do you a Goddamned bit of good. Your thumbs next." The man was shouting through gritted teeth. "Suck my dick!" Santiago looked at Dallas and they shared a laugh. "Well well well, you just gave me a brilliant idea." He cut open his pants, and pointed the knife at the man's penis.