A hard life

Chapter Five: Denial

Four hours later...

A sharp pain shot through the male's body as a boot slammed into his chest roughly, his eye's shooting open as he cried out in pain. Only to catch the glimpse of Haytham glaring down at him. "Yes, he's alive. Now.." She trailed off, roughly picking him up by his throat as she shoved him against a wall. Her arm raised as she dispatched her own hidden blade, slowly digging it into his cheek, dragging down wards.

Red screamed in pain as more wounds were inflicted upon his body. His hand grasping a hold of Haytham's wrist, pushing it back as he slammed his forehead into the bridge of her nose. He only grinned, covering his new wound with the cloth from his attire. "I will not... and I repeat. Will. Not. Tell you two anything. So you might as well kill me. Because believe me buddy... I will kill you." He spat out in an threatening tone, before screaming in agonizing pain as another kick from Haytham impacted on his chest, shattering two ribs.

He gasped when his throat was grabbed by her, his head jarring to the side each time she hit him with her fist, a small stream of blood escaping from her nose. "You WILL show me and everyone here respect or I will take everything you hold dear away. Do you understand?" She hissed only earning a chuckle from Red. "Y..Y..You cannot take something away from a man who already has nothing." He whispered weakly as he laughed, suddenly beginning to laugh like a maniac.

The reason behind such behavior was his lack of blood from his wounds, he suddenly began to feel cold. His shoulders shuddering in pain as he let out a shaky breath. "Why the fuck is it so damn cold?" He muttered out as he winced, being punched by Haytham once more before noticing a new figure enter the room.

He watched the traitor who killed everyone he knew enter the room. Shay noticed Red was bleeding out rather quickly before managing to pry Haytham away from him. "What use is this boy if he's dead. Think." She spoke, her Irish accent made Red laugh crazily again. "Irish freak show.." He muttered out as Haytham left the room. Shay turned grabbing some clean cloth and a needle. She sat down beside him placing all of the objects on the floor.

Red shot her a glare as he felt her grip his chin, forcefully tilting his head before a pricking sensation formed on his flesh as the needle tore into his skin while she ran the thread through his wound on his cheek to stitch it up. "Look, you need to talk. If you need to be anything it has to be useful, but Haytham will kill you if you refuse to comply." She spoke, tugging the left side of his coat off his body.

She gripped his shirt, lifting it upwards as she took the needle, stitching up a large gash on his chest before dispatching her Hidden blade and digging it into his shoulder before pulling out the musket ball that was lodged in his shoulder. "There, that should stop you from dying. Get rested, because tomorrow you are going to talk." She spoke, wrapping his shoulder with the cloth as she stood, exiting the cabin.