Curiosity Rewritten

Chapter 3; He Has Curiosity For Some Minor Car 'Malfunctions'

"Explain, quickly," Cameira said, grabbing a nearby chain and managing to get his arms behind his back and wrapping the chain tightly around his wrists. She was careful to avoid the arrow in his back.

"I just needed a part for my bike, that was it! I met that guy and he said he knew a place, I wrongly trusted him."

She backed off to let him sit up, "Give me a name and a reason to believe you."

"F-Farris. But I don't have a reason for you to believe me."

"Tell me about the kind of tall grey haired woman who was sleeping on her couch. Is she alive?"

"I-I don't think so. That guy, Antonio, told me to look around up here and I don't know what he did. I-I'm sorry."

"Uh.. I-It's uh fine. He'll see what happens when you piss me off."

"Are you gonna shoot an arrow in his back and chain up his wrists too?"

Cameira moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his body and moving her mouth to his ear again, "No, I'll do much, much worse to him."

She pulled away and he instinctively moved his arms to find she had tied a piece of rope from the bed leg to the chains around his wrists. She picked up the knife and stood up, walking around him to pick up her bow from the floor on the other side of the bed.

"Wait, hold on. Don't leave me, please."

"Stay puppy," she then put a finger to her lip and shushed him. She then turned and left the bleeding 'puppy' on the ground.

She decided to check on Joana later, her focus was on the man, Antonio, tied up in her garage.

She quickly traded her bow and arrow for a silenced handgun from her bag and made her way to a stirring Antonio. He moved his head back, lightly hitting the car door. He tugged on his restraints and moved a foot to lightly kick the tool box that had help knock him out.

His eyes opened and his mouth widened to yell out, only to be met with a greasy towel being shoved in his mouth and a slap landing on his cheek. He turned his head back towards her to glare at her and try to spit the towel out.

"Tastes disgusting, right? Well maybe if I didn't believe that you killed my aunt, then I'd get you a clean rag. Unfortunately, I do, so let me tie this," she smiled and tied the towel tightly around his head, "So is anyone else with you? Other than the stereotypical blonde idiot."

He just glared at her, most likely thinking she wouldn't do anything to him.

She took her knife, opened his restrained hand and sliced off a finger as though she was cutting vegetables for a salad.

"Answer me with a motion and stop thinking that because I'm a girl I won't hurt you," she leaned close and practically growled her statement. She placed her knife against his neck and pressed lightly, causing a small trickle of blood to trail down his throat.

His eyes went wide as he stretched his neck in an attempt to avoid the blade. Blood from his missing finger trailed down the car door before tangling with what little hair he had left.

He shook his head, gesturing there was no one accompanying he and Farris.

"Did you kill Joana? The old lady upstairs?"

He nodded his head.

Without thinking, Cameira took her knife and grabbed his ear before she began slicing.

"Y-you evil.. How could you? You motherfu-... You're a monster," she nearly roared as loud as she could as if she could force her voice into his soon-to-be-earless side of his head.

His eyes went wider than Cameira thought possible and he began kicking his legs wildly while his breathing picked up tremendously. She dropped his ear to the ground.

With a few more cuts to his chest and arms she threw the knife at the farthest visible wall. She left him to grab her weapons and set them in the hall. She turned on the only working car in the garage and turned toward the door that lead upstairs.

Just before she closed the door to leave him to suffocate to death she peered back in and shouted, "Have fun, Van Gogh. Paint me a picture for when I see you in Hell, okay? Okay, bye!"

She turned to fully close the door, fondly leaving him to his death. She left the hall she stood in after hearing him attempting to cough, the greasy towel in his mouth refusing to allow this.

She cautiously walked towards the living room, knowing what she would find but not knowing how she would find it. She ruled out gun shot, she would have heard it unless he had a silenced gun.

She eventually approached the scene and felt as though she was the one stabbed through the heart.

Not her aunt.

Joana lay looking peaceful in her usual rocking chair with her frizzy grey hair all over the place. Her head was titled to the side with her eyes closed, her arms resting on the arms of the chair and her legs were sprawled out in front of her. The one thing that differentiated her still body from being asleep was the gaping hole in her chest where a knife had obviously passed through.

Cameira stared at the body of her aunt a short while longer before she retreated to get a shovel.

She went out back to an open area in the yard inbetween 3 cars. 2 cars on the left and right and one in the middle pushed back so that its hood was near the trunks of the other 2. This was where Cameira began digging until her skin was tainted with dirt and sweat. She dug and dug until she had struggle to lift dirt out of the grave she was digging.

When she finally dropped the shovel into the pile of dirt, she looked down at the hole in the earth she had dug. She pushed her emotions far back until she would struggle to find them later. She felt empty, numb. Her hot skin drastically contradicted how she felt inside.

She walked back into the house and picked up her dead aunt that she has previously called a friend. She made her way outside once more as the sun struggled to break through the trees surrounding the house. She, then, not so gently dropped the still warm body into the 4 foot deep grave. She looked down at her aunts heap of a body one last time before she began throwing the dirt back into the hole.

Once the grave was filled once again, Cameira leveled the dirt out and pushed a fourth car in front of the grave so that Joana could rest in peace surrounded by what she loved. She felt it was what her dear aunt would have wanted.