Brandy Creek (Book Two Completed)

Part 15

Natalie

My fist fly's through the air to land solidly, making a satisfying crunch and smack sound. The man under me bucks as he try's to get me off of him, one of his arms lays on the ground uselessly blood slowly pooling under his bicep. His good arm is grabbing at me, my shoulder, my hair. I grab his hand and pull back harshly hearing a snap of his fingers. He lets out a scream that is higher pitched then the last one. His friend near us is trying to crawl away, its kind of hard to move when both of your Achilles tendons have been sliced.

"Stupid mother fuckers." I spit out, a bit of blood spraying along his face. Sure one of them had gotten a elbow into my face, I'd feel it later. The adrenaline and hate flowing through me numbs any pain. The one crawling is every so slowly heading towards the rifle on the ground a few yards away. I grab the knife at my side, grabbing the guys broken hand I pin it to the ground using my knife. The scream is ear splitting now, he seems to go up a octave every time I hurt him.

Moving off of him I go to the other man and press my foot to the base of his neck. My weight stops his crawling and he hits the ground completely. I hear leaves crunching, my gun is in my hand and pointed to my left just as I register the beautiful dark skin. Anthony, who slows at the sight of my gun and I holster it. He gives me a raised brow and I shake my head. "Habit. Sorry."

"Just make sure to see who your shooting before you pull the trigger." Lex says, humor in his voice lightens my mood a little.

There's a little crying noise coming from the one with the unusable hands. "Help us! This bitch is crazy!"

"Shut the fuck up." I tell him walking over to grab the handle of my knife. I rip it out of the ground eliciting another screech of pain. My lips curl up at it.

"You two sent in a hoard to our base, we aren't helping you." Micah says round around the two men so they could see him. "I'm going to let her play." He looks up to me. "Just make sure they talk before you kill them."

"No-no-noo." The one that had been crawling try's to start up again, I think he's crying. He is the younger one, clearly new to the gang life. He probably never thought that torture and death was in the cards for him. But here we are.

I look to the older one, his vest is older, patches fraying at the edges and then I look to the younger one. His vest is pretty new, can't be more then a year old, so I turn my attention to him. There's a whimper from him as I walk to him, a scream when I grab his leg just above the ankle and I drag him back. He's placed right next to his friend and I flip him over to his back. I'd make him scream, make him experience a gruesome torture, not to get him to talk. To get his friend to talk. The older guy is already beat up and bleeding, he wouldn't be able to handle much more. So torture one of his buddy's just a foot away.

Anthony

For the second time I standby and watch her torture someone. This time I don't feel any guilt for it. The first man she had tortured was a asshole, did some horrible things, but he had a reason. He was addicted to a substance, he had a disease that couldn't be controlled, just temporarily sated. They were doing horrible things to sate that disease. These men, they might have had addictions at least some of them. Not all of them. These two don't look like addicts and only one that we had took was showing signs of withdraws. They did this for money, for their bigoted ideals, and just because they could. They drew a hoard of zombies, knowing well enough that there were civilians in our compound.