take on me, e.williams

nineteen

—a violent
heart—

———like the idiots these men were, her gun was still there. she picked it up and reloaded it, sneaking back to the house. odessa peered from behind a tree at the man out front, he was pacing the length of the front of the house.

           odessa climbed back in through the window, and gave a nod to joel. she handed him the rifle, and they slowly went up the stairs. joel snuck up on the man knocking him out, he stayed hidden while he waited for the other man to come looking for him then knocked him out.

            together joel and odessa tied the men onto chairs. joel was torturing one by the name of timothy for the location of ellie and david. odessa stood back and watched, ready to jump in if joel got too tired.

               "please..." one man begged. the other one, by the name of marco, had finally awoken.

                  "you're next." odessa remarked, pointing at him with her knife.

                 "please, i don't know any girl." timothy begged joel, who in response took out his own knife and stabbed him in the thigh. "marco!" he called out.

                 "he can't help you. you focus right here." joel told him sharply, grabbing him by the hair. "or i'll pop your fuckin' knee cap off."

"i know you're fuckin' lyin' to us. you know who were talking about." odessa warned the man, shaking her head.

                    "she's alive." timothy breathed out helplessly.

                     "i fuckin' hope so." odessa quipped from her place in the corner. "where is she?" she asked him, flipping the knife in her hands like ellie had taught her. joel dragged the knife in timothy's knee forward and he screamed.

"ah, fuck! the fucking town!" timothy cried out in agony.

                     "what fuckin' town!" joel screamed right back into his face, his other free hand gripping the front of the man's hair.

                      "silver lake." timothy panted out. odessa handed joel a map, he unfolded with shaky hands. "it's not a real town name, it's a resort." he informed the duo.

"a resort?" joel repeated, scoffing. joel removed the knife from timothy's knee and shoved the handle in his mouth. "you're going to point to where we are... and where your resort is." joel told him, odessa leaned in closer to watch.

"and it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to." odessa chimed in, timothy nodded. he used the bloody knife to draw a short line, then spit the knife out.

"that's where we are. i swear." timothy pleaded with joel. "go ask him. he'll tell you. i'm not lying." he cried out, begging for his life. joel took the knife and stabbed him straight through his chest, marco shouted in protest.

"why the fuck would you do that? he told you what you wanted!" marco screamed at joel, who was limping over to him now. odessa shuffled along behind him. joel picked up a metal pipe. "fuck you, man! i ain't telling you shit." marco shook his head.