A Sibling's Love

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

January 21, 2014

          “God Dammit,” the man mumbled as the cold breeze seemed to slap his face as he stepped from the typical black pickup truck. Extreme heat or extreme cold always left him with excruciating pain, because his skin has been very sensitive since the incident.

          The boss watched the man as his interest peaked in him. What had happened to him to make him the way that he was? What had Laura done to scorn him and incur his wrath? He could tell by the look on the man’s face that he was thinking of Laura again. The man always had heat to his eyes, but when he thought of Laura they blazed with a fury much like an uncontrollable wildfire. He knew being this close to Laura would set his employee on edge. He just hoped that the man’s rage didn’t cloud his judgment. The boss had actually, over the pastfew years, had grown fond of the cold man that shared his burning desire to be rid of Laura, but if his emotions were to get out of control then he would have to kill him.

          “Hey,” The boss snapped as the man yanked his luggage from the back of his truck haphazardly, “be careful with that. There are things in there that are single items in there that are more expensive than everything you own added up. I know that you are dying to visit our friend, no pun intended, but we must be patient.”

          “I don’t want to be patient!” The man barked, “I’ve already waited too damn long. Why the hell can’t we just go and kill the bitch now? I want to feel her blood on my hands. I want her…”

The boss pushed the man against the car and held the switchblade, which he carried in his pocket everywhere he went, against the man’s throat as he narrowed his cold and calculating eyes as he made his point quite clear, “She is being guarded by that ex-cop, Jake. If it wouldn’t have been for the dumb sonofabitch Daniel, we wouldn’t have to wait. We have been planning this for too damn long to let our emotions get in the way and ruin what we have tried so hard to accomplish. Now, I kinda like you. I respect your creative ways and the way you get the dirtiest jobs done with no questions asked. That is why I hired you. I would hate to kill you, but believe me I will if I think you are a loose cannon and could spoil what I have spent the last twenty years trying to do. Do you understand me?”

          The man hadn’t even flinched. He knew that the boss would keep his promise. Yet that didn’t scare him, because death didn’t scare him. He knew that when he died, he would go straight to hell. Perhaps this was his hell. Maybe the only hell that existed was life. He had already been scorched by the flames of it. He had already been through the tortures of this hell, if there was another it wouldn’t be any different.

          “Do you understand me?” the boss whispered sinisterly as he applied more pressure, causing a thin trickle of blood to run down the man’s neck.

          “I understand you just fine,” the man said coolly as he kept his eyes locked on the boss’, “but you need to understand that I feel the same way. If I think you are getting in my way, I will kill you.”

          The two men glared menacingly at each other for a while, neither budging nor advancing. It was if the world was still, all was silent, except for their heart beats. They beat and pounded against the inside of their rib cages in a primal rhythm; a rhythm that was caused by a mixture of fear, anger, and yet a sort of admiration.

          The boss knew what one split second of lost control could do to a man. He knew the consequences that came if one followed a few brief overly strong sensations. He knew what an outburst of passion could do to a man. It could ruin everything; it could scathe a man’s reputation.

It had been a long time since the boss had felt blood on his hands. The smell of the man’s blood filled his nostrils, making him want to smell more. His blood trickled from his neck and onto his hands, making him want to feel more. He wanted to feel a lot more. He wanted to feel it slide between his fingertips.  Oh the desire to kill again was so strong. It was hard to control. He wanted it so bad it physically hurt; it caused his belly to ache and his skin to burn. He needed to control his emotion. He knew what it could do. He knew it wouldn’t be smart to kill the man that he had hired to help him make Laura suffer.

The boss sighed as he removed the knife from the man’s neck, but he kept his stare locked on him and his horrendous face. He always wondered what had happened to the man’s face. It was a hellish pink color since all of it had been scarred. It looked as if the man’s face had been held in the flames of hell and pulled back right before it burnt enough of his flesh to kill him.

“You are lucky that I find your services required,” the boss mumbled, “and that we both have that one main thread in common; we both want Laura to suffer.”

“You know,” the boss backed away while still looking at the man’s face, “I could get that fixed up for you. I know that I made that offer before, and you declined it, but is there a chance that you may have changed your mind?”

“Nope,” the man said eerily calmly as the last image of Laura flashed through his head. Then he imagined all the things he wanted to do to her. For once in a long time he smiled, “I kinda like it. It reminds me of her. I want her to remember how I remember her.”

          The boss just stared blankly at the man as he turned his back to him. He wondered just what the hell had happened between Laura and the man. It didn’t matter. He was almost ready to take revenge on Laura. The boss smiled as he lifted his head to the sky and watched the snowflakes fall. Soon, Laura would fall just like the snowflakes did.