Drowning Lessons

Ch.26- Thirteen On The First Day

"Come here, Frankie.  I have a treat for you." Frank heard the voice of the man, or the boy, whatever, call for him.  He looked up from the knife he was cleaning and saw Thomas beckoning him over.  Frank smiled gleefully and dropped the knife, walking to Thomas. 

"What is it, Thomas?" He asked, excitedly.  He always loved getting his treats.  Sometimes it would be candy, sometimes it would be drugs, or even sexual favors.  Frank didn't mind.  He liked them. 

He wouldn't have liked them so much if it weren't for the pills, though.

Thomas opened a box, revealing a shining black pistol.  "It's yours now, Frankie.  But you can only use it if they disrespect you.  And Bob is allowed to use it, too. But it belongs to you, now." Frank's eyes widen as he carefully lifts the gun from the box.

"Thank you, Thomas! I'll be careful, I promise!" Frank skips away happily, returning to the knife he had been cleaning.  The mixture of rubbing alcohol and peroxide was working away at the blood stained blade, slowly removing any evidence that any throat or wrist had been slashed.

"Frank, we have a new one." Bob announces.  Frank stops what he's doing and slowly walks to his Captain.  He hated when they got a new one.  That always meant he had to prepare them.

He made sure the small knife was tucked in his boot, careful not to slash his ankle.  He took his Captain's hand and walked to the room for the New One.

"His name is Jeremy.  He's number 22. Jeremy, this is Frank.  He's gonna take good care of you.  I'll be back in a hour." Bob turned on his heel and slammed the door shut.

"I'm sorry for what you're about to go through, but it must be done." Frank stated before drawing his knife out and quickly slashing the exposed skin of Jeremy's wrist.  Jeremy screamed and Frank went to get the rag used to silence the screamers.  He also tied Jeremy's hands and ankles to the uncomfortable chair, turning on the bright light.

Frank slashed the other wrist as well, getting enough blood to put in the container, then carefully bandaging them.  He wasn't going to let Jeremy die. At least not yet.

Jeremy was crying, Frank knew that much.  The rag muffled the sounds, but they were still audible.  Frank stuck the knife back in his boot, fishing the pills from the cabinet above him.  He put his hand over Jeremy's mouth.  "Scream, or say anything at all, I will not hesitate to kill you." Frank said coldly before removing the rag.  Jeremy had a look of pure terror on his face.  Frank knew he wanted to scream.  Was he going to? That's what Frank wanted to know.  "Open your mouth."

Jeremy declined and stared at Frank.  "I said open your mouth." Frank glanced down at the gun, tucked nicely in the waistband of his jeans. 

"Open your fucking mouth!" Jeremy refused yet again, causing Frank to attempt to pry his mouth open.  Frank could feel the high wearing off of him, and he didn't like it.  He was gonna need another dose soon.

Jeremy had his jaw clenched and Frank could not get the stubborn ass to open it, no matter what.  Frank drew the gun from his jeans and quickly pulled the trigger.

"You should've opened your damn mouth." He spat before walking away, leaving the lifeless, bleeding body on the ground.

Frank walked out, going back into the previous room to continue cleaning knives.  "Where's the newbie?" Captain asked.

"He disobeyed.  He wouldn't let me give him the pills.  I shot him." Frank simply stated, cocking his head to see the shining metal more clearly.