AXEL

Business or Personal

Kit wiped the stray stain of vomit away from the side of her mouth with one finger and she flicked a chunk to the floor, squashing it under her boot. The back of her throat felt like she'd swallowed a razor but to her that would probably be two times better than being cuffed to a table where a dead body laid. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes each time she heaved and her body trembled with disgust.

She'd been standing beside the dead body for two hours and she couldn't help but notice he no longer had any teeth or fingernails. Axel had moved on from clinking a set of teeth into a glass jar, to pulling back a saw along the lifeless wrist. Kit could hear the friction of metal gnawing away at the bone, blood trickling lightly onto the metal table.

Axel stopped, glancing to the side to catch Kit's gaze and he let go of the saw, the blade still jammed into the bone unmoving. He peeled his gloves off and threw them in the bin as he walked off to the filing cabinet. Kit kept her eyes on him as he flicked through a folder and she flinched when he slammed the drawer shut. Everything seemed to echo in this place and she had not seen any natural light in days, not even a small window.

He placed the file on the chest of the corpse and took out a page, holding it up in front of kit.

"Fredrick Meller. Trafficker, killed twenty six people. Used to own the largest traffick ring in Europe before he was killed by Will Skein," he said putting the piece of paper back in the file, he took out two pictures tapping one man...Will Skein and Meller.

"So, is that supposed to make me feel better about you hacking him to pieces?" She said and she looked away from the bone cutting saw, a shiver running down her spine as she imagined the jagged blade running through her own bones.

"No, I thought maybe if you knew what a scumbag the guy was... you'd stop heaving. It's distracting me from my work," he snapped and he pushed the folder away, the contents scattering all over the floor.

"Oh forgive me! I didn't realise removing teeth and cutting off someone's hand with a saw was normal," she snapped and she gestured to the corpse, her wrist yanking back to the table as she pulled on the handcuff.

In one swift movement he took the handle of the saw and slid the blade clean out of the wrist. A flick of the tar like blood dripping from it and she jumped, a stray drop hitting her upper lip. He pointed the end of the saw at Kit and her chest lurched as she tried to hold back another dry heave.

"Will you shut up! Do you think before you speak or is there nothing up there?" He said tapping the side of the saw against her forehead and she jerked away from him.

Did no one ever tell him not to play with dead things? She couldn't help but think he was nothing but a corpse inside, maybe that's why he dealt with them but she didn't have much life in her to judge him.

"Are you the vessel for Satan?" she replied and she brought a shaky hand up to wipe the gunk off her forehead, pushing the saw away from him.

Axel released a deep breath and he dropped the saw, the blade clinking on the metal table. The familiar tick in his jaw pulsed as he stared at Kit, he was beginning to hear her voice drilling away in his head like the constant round of ammo shooting from a machine gun and it was giving him a headache. Her constant need to have the last word was getting on his last nerve.

She seemed to have a lot of nerve and her tongue was her greatest weapon, her lips laced with venom every time she spoke.