The Arrangement

Siyaxola

It's the last one, I promise...I think, anywhossss...how was your day? I forgot what I wanted to say. Yeah, I'm just gonna...(shrugs and smiles awkwardly), yeah...

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SIYABONGA'S POV
BUTCHER

"Are you going to talk?" That was Siyaxola. Sabelo ran out after he watched me drill nails into this useless piece of shit's knees. I mean, it's not like he could talk, even if he wanted to. I gave him free dental work. Permanently. "Mmmmm" the thing moaned on the chair. It's a miracle he managed to stay awake for so long it makes me wa t to torture him more.

Look into his eyes as he watches me dismember him. "Okay, since you wk t speak. I'll just..." I grabbed the bloody drill and began installing the makeshift scalpel on. I turned it on and watched in amazement as the feer pooled right all over the things body. I could even smell it.

"Maybe if you loose your sight completely, you'll tell us what we need to know Hmm?" I held his head with my one hand while the other brought the machine closer and closer to his eye. He kept trying to move his head back and the tears mixed with blood really sold his act. If I wasn't me, well I think I'd feel sorry for him but fortunately, I have no feelings.

The sound of knife meeting eye made me grin happily. Feeling this thing's body shake from shock and fear as I drilled the knife deeper into its eye made me laugh in glee. I continued drilling it in until its body went limp.

I thre it away from me and stood up straight. I walked to the side where I knew the wall had a secret glass where agents could watch from the others side. "Well he's dead. And this just proves my point. Italians are useless motherfuckers!" I grabbed the cloth and wiped my hands and face of the blood of that insect.

I walked out the room and was met with Siyaxola and Sabelo who just puked again when he saw my magnificent art spewed onto my skin. "I'm going to take a shower. I know how weak you get around blood. Tsk!" I walked up to the room I, well Siyabonga, use. I hoped in to the shower...

Siyaxola

"Bhuti...?"

"I know Sabelo, but this is the only way-"

"The on....the...what....how do you mean that! That, that...that thing is not my brother. I don't know who or what that is but I hate it."

"Do not whine at or around me. What's done is done. And it's not like we've lost Siyabonga. He's still there, somewhere." I said looking at the retreating figure.

"Any thing yet?" I turned to the direction of my uncle's voice. "No sir."

"Shit!" He punched the wall along side. "We will fi d who did this malume." He looked at me, "I hope we do."

I saw Sabelo move, "How's dad?" He asked.

"He's a wreck. I left him in the gym." I sighed looking downwards. "How did this happen vele?" We began moving up to the main floor. "Someone must have trailed your father and found the perfect opportunity."

"But no one knows our real identities." That was Sabelo. "Apparently the Italians don't fall under no one." Malume Mandla said. "So,what do we do now?"

"Now, we find the person who made the mistake of killing Sinokuhle's mother. God be with that idiot." Malume walked into the command office. "Bhuti..."

"Yeah?" I turned to my baby brother. As much as we are all grown up now and some of us have wives, I will always see the children version of my siblings. "D'you really think dad's gonna be fine e? I mean. It seems like...he loved Sis'Nokuthula more than he loves mama"