Broken

Searching

"Yes Mrs. Blackheart, you're daughter will be found soon enough." Eric said, holding the blackberry to his ear. "What is that you say? You want her gone, I can do that for sure. How much are you willing to pay?" Eric nods as he listens to his clients voice. "Yes eight hundred will be just fine, and add her to our first priority. Photographic evidence as well?.. You are such a hard women to please, consider it done, we will not fail. " Eric ends the call and shoves the blackberry in his pocket.
"Hey boss how are we gonna find this girl?" John asks and looks over the file that was just faxed to him.
"We will find her like we find all of our clients."
"But there is no photo of her."
"There are other ways to find someone. All you need is her description" He takes the file and reads it over. "This description is very precise indeed. We are looking for one Jasper Black heart, age seventeen, thin, long scarlet hair and blue eyes, a pink circle around the pupil, and a dog collar around her neck. She possibly left towards Manhattan."
"Any specific way she wants her daughter to die?"
"Torture seems to be her favorite word."
"Eric you must not be serious!"
"Quit your whining, she is a paying customer after all. We don't want to disappoint."
"But sir, don't you remember the last time we did something like that for her?"
"I am aware, but the contract has been made and I won't step down from another job. Plus we need this money to pay for our rent."
"Fine I'll do this but I have one question."
"And what is that?"
" How on this earth did you, a former F. B. I agent turn into a hit man?"
"Its simple, I didn't want to catch criminals, I wanted to be one." Eric tosses the vanilla folder down onto the coffee table as he flops down on the sofa. "That part of my life doesn't matter anymore, what matters now is that we have a job to do."
"What's so important about this girl anyway?"
"All we know is that an angry mother wants her kin dead in the worst possible way. And we as hit men were hired to do the dirty work." Eric sighs and stretches his body out on the sofa. "We'll go to Manhattan tomorrow to begin our search, hopefully she hasn't left or else we would have nothing."
John sits on the chair across from the sofa. He had no idea how many victims that Eric had killed on this very spot for the Blackheart family and he no longer wanted to know. All he could think about now is the girl he was about to assassinate, all of a sudden his lips stretched as if smiling and a hard chuckle escaped his vocal chords.
"What's got you in a good mood? " Eric questioned.
"Torture is her favorite word. How much should we inflict? "
Eric stared finally happy to see his old friend back again.
"Any type of torture, as much as you want to until her very last breath. "
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"So doc is she okay?" Alexander asked as soon as the man walked out his apartment door where he had been waiting.
"I assure you she's fine. She has a major amount of scarring on her body but none of them has been deep enough to damage her internally. Whoever did this has been doing this for many years, some of these scars go back from five, maybe six at the least. She's probably had mental scaring as well, with her kind of trauma its highly likely. I've given her some medicine to help with the pain."
"Is there anything else?"
"There is one other thing. Has she spoken to you at all these last twenty four hours?"
"No why?" Alexander looked at the doctor confused, his mind ran a thousand miles a minute. She had always been silent, even as a kid she had never really spoken, only simple phrases. When she did it was always quiet, not loud enough to be heard, but it was a beautiful voice just the same. Why couldn't she speak now?
"Oh it's nothing really, it's just that she hasn't said a word to me. I offered to let her write on a of paper but she shook her head. But I should be going soon, just remember what I told you and don't do anything that could possibly scare her. "
"I won't. "
"If there's anymore questions you should call me. You take care Alex. " He said one last time and patted on Alex's shoulder before walking out, closing the door behind him.
Alex sighed, he loved this girl. Why couldn't he call her name or get her to respond? He walked into his room and found her sleeping, a blanket only on her halfway up. Her wounds were clean and her back was wrapped in bandages. The thought of her like this made him sad. Why couldn't he help? A tear fell from his eye, it's the first one he had shed since his grandfather's funeral. He didn't like to see her like this, his heart clenched in his chest and got closer to her sleeping body, pulling the blanket and comforter above her shoulders.
He watched as she rolled over in the bed in discomfort as she lay on her stomach. She was grunting and shaking as if reliving a bad memory, he could only imagine what she could have gone through.