Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 21 : Bleed out

The Investigator 

"Little Flame, it's time." My eyes flutter open at the sound of Owens voice. Waking up wasn't on my to do list but, guess for the answers I will.

"He's awake?" I ask, forgetting what happened a few hours earlier as I push myself up, sending waves of pain up my arms. 

"Would you be careful?" His voice is harsh but, I won't hold it against him.

"Oh, I'm sorry is my injury a problem for you?" I shoot him a glare, while heading to the room. Where the man is thrashing against the restraints. 

"Looks like he doesn't like being tied up. That makes one of us." My comment causes Owen to snicker and the man thrash even harder. 

"Rip the tape off." With his demand, I walk closer and slowly take the tape off before the last second when I yank it the rest of the way off. Pain is a beautiful tool. 

"Listen here you stupid fuckers, you won't get anything out of me." He spats at us. Looking over at Owen, he's sitting on the edge of the bed with his gun resting on his leg. His eyes are dark, I've only seen that look in certain situations. Is it weird that I'm kinda turned on right now? 

"I don't give a shit. I would love nothing more than to put you down like a dog but, I want you to know the options, because I'm feeling remorseful. Either talk and live or don't and die. Simple." His voice is low, he stands, looming over him and pushing the barrel into the man's leg. 

"Listen dude, I'm dead no matter what a choose." He states, attempting to push himself back into the chair. 

Hearing Owen phone ring, I answer while Owen works his magic.

"Hey, it's Brandon. I'll keep this short. The man works close to David, his main job for David is to escort the people they capture but, we knew that by the way he said Myia, when they shouldn't have known that you figured it out. Unless we have a mole. Maybe her grandparents." 

"Or my own mother. Owen will fill you in with what happened there later but, look into that would you?" 

"Yes, ma'am and his name is Mitch Sanders, age 47. Knowing his work I'm sad to say he does have a wife named Lisa Sanders, age 31 and three children Sarah age 4, Luke age 7, and Jordan age 10. Cover occupation is a law firm. He's a lawyer." 

"Anything on when Mitch and Lisa started their relationship?" I add.

"She was 19 and he was 35. Yes, I know, gross." I hear him do a shiver sound. I do agree. Gross.

"Thank you Bray. Either I will update you or Owen will. Be safe." With that I hang up.

Walking back into the room I slowly slap the phone in my hand "Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, not a good start here buddy." 

"Oh, seems like my lady here found some information on you. Go ahead, you can lead." I smile towards Owen, only to go back to a glare. 

"So, Mitch, would you say you're good in bed?" I pick up a knife from the end of the bed, before placing myself between his legs. Placing the tip of the knife right between them as well.

"How is th-" I push the knife down ever so slightly "I- I would say I am. Yes." 

"That's good news. Next question. Could you satisfy me?" I place my hands on his knees, spreading them a bit more.

"Why would you want to know that? You want to try?'' He asks, giving me a wink.

"How would Lisa feel about that? That her husband wouldn't give a damn to cheat on her. Oh, wait, I forgot you've cheated before. Am I right?" I push the knife down slightly. Making him squirm. "I thought you would like this, considering it's your weapon of choice."

"Wa-wait just listen. I-I didn't have a choice." He yelped.

"Seems like you never have a choice in any decision making process." I remove the knife from between his legs, placing it on top of his right thigh. His whole body's shaking. He has no idea that I have zero remorse for him. I'm going to be marked by him for the rest of my life. Why not return the favor? 

"What did your kids think about you?" I question, raking the knife in circles.

"YOU BITCH! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY CHILDREN!" He screams, yanking violently in the chair.

"I don't have to. You beat me to that. Didn't you?" Before he could say another word, I pull the knife back lodging it into his leg. A scream leaves him before Owen slaps his hand over Mitch's mouth. "whoops. I bet that stings." I add, twisting the knife side to side.

"Remove your hand." Owen listens, letting go of his mouth. 

"I could name those kids but, they're not an issue. They're just babies. This is about you. Who gave you the order to threaten me?" I stop twisting the knife, waiting for his answer.

"I know you know who David and Myia are. What you want to know is where they are. Ask." He's speech is shaky. Come on, just break. Yanking the knife out of his leg, I move to his left, 

"Fine, I'll play your game. Where are they?" This man is oblivious that as soon as he gives me a smart ass remark. He's going to have two injured legs.

I hear him huff a few times before he finally starts to speak. "Up your ass, sweetheart." 

"You're fucking hilarious. Do you know that?" I let out a small laugh before slowly sliding the knife into place. "I will run this down your leg, till you have three. Now, where are they?"

"You're the funny one, because I don't have A DAMN CLUE WHERE THEY ARE!" He throws his head back, letting out a deranged laugh. 

Without saying another word, I start pulling the knife down his leg. My hands and bandages now covered in blood. 

"Little Flame. Stop." Looking up to Owen and then down to the floor. I realize I'm kneeling in a mans blood, a humans blood. I stop what I'm doing, getting up and stumbling backwards, looking at the scene that remains in front of me.

"I-I did that?" I stutter out.

"Yes, you did a good job. I also need to speak with him. Just to see if I can get anything out of him. First I need to fix his leg up. He will die anyways but, for now he will remain alive. Leave if you wish." I would like to stay and see how Owen interrogates someone but, without a thought in my mind, I walk out. Plopping myself on the couch.