My Pain Laughs in the Face of Yours

Chapter Six

I was now sitting tense on my dads couch as everyone looked at me expectantly. I was now out of the hospital and they all wanted me to tell them everything thats been happening these last few months.

I wasn't going to say anything. And that is why I was thankful when my phone started ringing.

I answer with the usual hello.

I smirk when I hear the voice of my boss. "Hey Mitch. I have an assignment for you. There is another threat. You should be getting a file."

On cue a file slips under the front door. I grab it and open it while holding the phone between my shoulder and ear.

The file was full which means this will be easy enough.

Stan's voice comes through the phone again. "Don't get yourself killed."

My smirk grows as I ignore everyone and I calmly say,"No promises."

"Get this done fast and easy."

In a dark tone I respond,"Yes sir."

He hung up and I put my phone on silent then put it in my back pocket.

Looking at everyone I say,"I have someone that needs killing. I will see you later."

Scott grabs my shoulder and sternly states,"I am coming with you."

I huff and scowl,"I can't bring you. You won't like my methods. I need information from him before he dies so I will have to resort to torture which is always fun. I have a feeling you will get in the way. So you need to stay here. Plus you don't know how risky this is. I wasn't able to go on a mission till I endured excruciating pain. This is a deadly mission. Each of them are. I only plan on one person being killed.

I will be back in a day or two. If I am not back by then, then repeat what I just said to yourself and everyone else."

Scott was about to say something but I pulled from his grasp and went to the couch and lifted a cushion. I pulled up the flap that I cut and I grab a bullet proof vest. Having that done I put my knives in there holders, than grab more guns.

I also put an ear piece in my ear and connect it. After that I strapped my arms with a knife on each.

Once I was ready I grab my keys and walk out to my jeep. I had repaired it myself and bought more parts so now it was good as new. The loss of duct tape made me sad though. That's what gave it, it's charm.

I hop in the jeep and before anyone could protest I sped off.

Two days later

I pulled into my dads driveway and wince when I hopped from the drivers seat. I had ended up breaking my arm and I had new cuts on my arms, chest, torso, and face.

When I walked in I was surprised to see everyone was still here. Gasps were heard at my appearance.

I roll my eyes and go to the fridge. I was glad I had found a beer and once I opened it I chugged half of it.

It distracted me from my broken arm.

Dad scowled and pulled the beer from my hand. I shrugged with one shoulder and pulled another from the fridge. Dad huffed and threw the one in his hand away.

After taking a big gulp I went over to the couch and sat down.

Elena stared at me and exclaimed,"What the hell happened!?"

Looking at her I answer,"He was working in a huge group so before I could get to him I had to steal a car and run over a couple guys, then I had to ram into another car to stop them from getting away. Gave myself a little bit of whip lash. Then I did my job. I tortured the information from him then I made his death fun. For me."