Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.12

~ Maxine's POV ~

"She better not be dead the boss will kill us!" Someone yells in a panicking tone.

My body is in so much pain, my eye lids feel too heavy to open, and my head feels like knife is piercing through my skull and brain.

I try moving my hand, but the only movement I manage to make is my finger twitching.

What the hell happened to me? Where am I?

"Shut up! Don't say that and try waking her up! That little bitch better not have died on us!" yells a different voice.

Gee, I am the one who is dying here because you morons tried to kill me and I'm the selfish bitch?! How does that work exactly?

If my eyes were opened, I would have rolled my eyes.

Ow! Did someone just kick me?! I want to scream ow and cuss them out but my brain, mouth, and vocals don't seem to want to.

Ouch! Whoever is kicking me has to stop! They have a f*cking pointy shoe or stick or whatever the hell they are kicking me with!

That's it I'm going to force myself to scream.

"You better stop kicking me you mother-efer!" I yell at whoever is kicking me.

"She's alive!" the moron yells.

"Well, no duh Sherlock! I ain't Frankenstein." I say as I force my eyes to open.

I grunt as the pain surges through my whole body. I lift my head up slightly and see my body covered in blood. My head begins hurting even more and I begin to feel dizzy. I rest my head back down on the cold cement floor and roll my head carefully around to speculate my surroundings.

I'm in some sort of abandoned warehouse. There is rust everywhere and old machines and tool that I'm 100% sure they haven't worked or been used since before Betty White was born. There was a blood pool surrounding me and there were two buffoons standing in front of me staring me down.

One of the guys is short and fat; probably as fat as Fat Albert, and the second one is scrawny and is as tall as a giraffe. I could take them down both if it wasn't for the fact that I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH! AND NO ONE IS HELPING ME!

"Dudes! I'm bleeding to death here are you buffoons going to help or stand there looking like lost rats?" I ask them a bit irritated with them.

"Oh right, here let me stop the bleeding." The giraffe dude says; he kind of sounds like that dude Lennie from 'Of Mice and Men' not that I've read the book, but I watched the movie with Wes and half-way through I was dead asleep.

Before giraffe Lennie could get too close to me, Fat Albert stopped him.

"Are you stupid, why should we help her?" Fat Albert yells at Giraffe Lennie and then he smacks the back of his head.

"Why? Because if you don't I'll die and your boss will be pissed and you guys will say that I'm a bitch for dying. That's why!" I yell at Fat Albert. Man these two really are buffoons.

"Well what are you waiting for Larry? Go help the damn girl before her death causes ours!" Fat Albert yells to giraffe Lennie who apparently is named Larry.

"Sorry George. I'll get right on it, George." Larry tells Fat Albert who's name is George. I think George was the name of that other dude in 'Of Mice and Men' and he treated Lennie the same way George treats Larry. Weird!

Larry stitched me up a little, which I gritted my teeth the whole time he was doing so because that hurt like a mother-efing b*tch! Pardon my french, but it was too painful! He then wrapped me up in bandages and gave me some water.

Larry seems too nice to be in this business. I bet the only reason he is, is because he is so stupid and depends way too much on George and George is looking for good money. Although this job is the devil's job, it pays  pretty good for poor bastards like us. Even though I never asked to be in this kind of business; I just wanted to be a normal girl with a normal life, but no! First my brother leaves, then I live worse than horse shit, then I'm at the wrong place wrong time, and now look at me bleeding to death in an abandoned warehouse while the NSA thinks I murdered someone that I didn't murder.

Isn't my life just every barbie's dream?

Suddenly the iron doors slam open causing a horrible screeching sound... and yes worse than Gordon's wooden chairs...

"Well, well, well. Look who we've got here. If it isn't my dear little Maxine." A tall, slender man with pepper colored hair says as he walks closer to me... Away from the shadows so his evil smirk won't be hidden this time. Doesn't that sound a little familiar...

"Look who the devil sprung from hell." I say with hatred clear in my tone.

I shouldn't really be sarcastic with the devil that owns my soul. Yes, I know I didn't sell him my soul he more like stole it from a 14 year old girl, but he still owns it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Maxine have you yet to learn that I am your master. You shall not speak to me in such manner. What stops me from killing thee right here right now? Gordon is not present is he? No, so it's just you and me." His voice is filled with silent venom, like when a snake silently slithers through the ground preparing itself to pounce on its prey and kill it quietly with poison running through their blood.

"What do you want?" I get straight to the point. I want to know why he tried to kill me, why I'm here, and what he knows.

"I think you know why, but if you must play dumb then I shall play too. I heard that the NSA was looking for thee. Is that true or false?" He asks me with a wicked grin, one that is much too familiar.

"That's true, but I haven't said anything. I swear!" I tell him.

"But you are now a danger to me. How do I know you won't go off and tell them eventually?"

"I won't. We had a deal remember? And they wouldn't believe a seventeen year old girl anyway."

"True, that's very true, but deals can be broken. We didn't sign anything and the witnesses work for me so they won't contradict me."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask with worry beginning to rise in me. He can't break our deal!

"What I am trying to say here is if I get bored with you or you mess up in any way the deal is off." He says as if he were talking about the weather. Our deal doesn't involve the weather it involves people's lives; people I love... or loved.

"You sick bastard! You can't just play with people's lives! We made a deal and I haven't done anything to break it!" I yell at him with anger spewing through every word.

"Ah ah ah. No name calling. You don't want anything bad to happen to those who you love. I know you love them because if you didn't you wouldn't have made this deal with me."

I say nothing and look away from his knowing eyes. His a psycho. I blame my brother for everything that is happening to me. He caused this because he didn't love me. I can't live like this anymore.

"Kill me then." I say looking at him dead in the eyes now.

"Pardon me?"

"Kill me if you want. I don't care. I'm sick of dealing with you, I'm sick of dealing with my life. I don't have anyone to go home to, or anything to live for, because you took it all away. You can kill me if you want, but just leave the others alone."

He looks at me with intensity, pacing back and forth as if thinking over what I had just said. His expensive black dress shoes scuffing the dirty concrete floor. The buffoons have a look of confusion in their stupid faces. Then he turns to me.

"Very well." He says.

Then he pulls out a Taurus 1911 stainless pistol. He takes the safety off causing a clicking sound and  points it directly at me... my heart to be exact. I just close my eyes and wait to hear the shot...