Merciless

Two - Face to face

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I tailed her all the way to a row of dilapidated houses in the older part of town. We had been walking for about fifteen minutes. It was bloody cold for the beginning of November. White puffs of condensed water vapour rose before my face as my warm, exhaled breath dissipated into the cool, night air. There were no lamps on this street but a full moon bathed the land in an almost ethereal glow.

She went round the bend of the road and entered a ramshackle hole in the wall she must have called home. I remained outside the ungated compound, silently surveying the movements of her shadow behind the curtains of a window on the ground floor. 

Leaning against the black willow tree opposite the house, I could feel the rough ridges of its bark leaving a coarse imprint on my back. Its branches provided sufficient concealment, swaying gently despite the still night air, as if a phantom breeze was toying with them.

A while later, the light downstairs was extinguished and a room on the upper floor lit up soon after. I tottered across the road, nearly tripping over my retarded feet multiple times. Any ability of walking straight had fucked right off after the outrageous amount of alcohol I'd consumed. The booze was definitely catching up to me. 

I followed the cracked cobblestone path all the way up to her doorstep and slowly twisted the knob. I chuckled softly when the door swung open without a hint of protest to allow my entrance. Stupid girl. Should have locked your door tonight. Not like that would've stopped me, though.

Stepping into the dark hallway, I shut the door quietly behind me and locked the door with a barely audible 'click!'. A sole lamp at the end of the empty hall illuminated my path, like a shining beacon, leading me towards the rickety stairwell. 

Mounting the steps, I tried to be as cautious as possible but my arms and feet refused to cooperate. The squeaky floorboards did nothing to help matters either. Unsurprisingly, I made one heck of a ruckus and the woman would have had to be dead deaf or just plain dead to have not suspected something.

"Who's there?!" Came the guarded shout, right on cue.

Tripping on the last step, I fell flat on my face, sprawled out on the landing. I let out a spectacular string of curses and grabbed onto the crooked handrail to yank myself up. 

Plodding heavily towards the targeted room and flinging the flimsy door open, there was a god-awful screech as the rusty hinges made clear their protest, followed by an obnoxious "bang!" as it rebounded against the hollow-sounding wall behind it. The woman was thrown backwards by the sudden whiplash. Devil knows I was unstable on my feet so I damn well should have thought twice before barging in and proceeding to stumble then knock into the skank and bring her down with me as I once again embraced the floor.

Blondie looked up from beneath me, eyes the size of tennis balls, mouth agape. She was probably trying to see my eyes through the dark shades I had on which only mirrored her reflection. 

At last, we were face to face. I sneered.

"Hellooo..." I drawled, in no hurry to pick myself up.

"...Please...do you mind...I can't breathe," she murmured, unable to tear her gaze away from me.

I snickered and deliberately pressed the length of my toned torso onto her, squashing her slender body with my dead weight. Her breath was forced out in one sharp gust and she gasped for air, helplessly pinned to the ground, arms struggling to break free. I raised myself up a little, for one brief moment, then promptly landed heavily on her, not giving the bitch any time to fully recover. She squeaked, eyes widening even more, unable to breathe.

Barking out a laugh, I rolled off her what felt like hours later and somehow managed to get back on my own two darned, betraying feet. Though rather unsteady, some balance was regained. Blondie stayed curled up on the floor, coughing and choking, shallow breaths unable to completely inflate her oxygen deprived lungs. A low chuckle escaped my lips.

I held out a hand, as if to help her up. Still coughing lightly, she glanced at the extended hand then stared up at my expressionless mask of a face with fearful eyes, clearly questioning my motive. I raised an eyebrow, challenging her. Very slowly, she hesitantly raised her hand. Catching hold of her bony wrist, I hauled her up.

Her lips parted, about to utter something when I grabbed her by her neck, slammed her up against the filthy whitewashed wall and held her in a chokehold. She squawked like a helpless, pathetic Iittle bird. I brought my face close to hers, the tips of our noses practically touching.

"So when were you going to tell me that you had my baby?" I growled, gesturing at the baby's cot with my chin. She cringed at the bad beer-breath and was clawing feebly at my hand, trying to get me to release her.

"Oh yes...I know I'm the father...don't even bother trying to deny it..."

She shook her head vigorously, convulsing and craving for air. I tightened my fingers around her throat. Her eyeballs were bulging out of their sockets now.

"Why? Why did you have the darned baby? Even after I specifically warned you...right from the start..."

Her mouth open and shut like a goldfish but no words came out. I loosened my grip a little.

"H-h-how did you find m-"

"ANSWER ME!" I demanded harshly, shaking her.

Then, the baby woke up and began bawling his eyes out, wailing at the top of his itty lungs. The shrillness was bloody annoying and I could feel the beginnings fucking headache. 

I reluctantly removed my vice grip on her. She slid down the wall, landing in a pathetic heap, hugging her chest, wheezing.

Huh. Seemed like I had more control over my locomotion now.

"Shut him up," I commanded, aiming a kick at her side. "Before I do it for you."

She flinched at my tone and winced when my foot connected with her hip. With much difficulty, she pushed herself up, still short of breath. The woman then limped towards the cot and picked up the boy, cooing softly at him, nursing him, trying her best to keep the fear and shakiness out of her voice. The high-pitched keening soon dropped to a low whimper. She rocked him gently, back and forth.

As Blondie was about to lie him back down on the cot, I called out. 

"Make him sit."

She sneaked a peek at my unreadable face and quietly did as I'd requested. As soon as she set him down, I loped across the room and bent over the railing of the cot, giving the boy a good once over. Reaching out an index finger, I stroked him once, lightly across one silky soft cheek.

"Now, boy, you're gonna watch me have a little fun with your Mommy..."

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