Thick Blood

Chapter 4= The Noose Tightens

After Di'Ciablo had rather generously payed for my lemonade, I managed to lure him outside and round the back towards an alleyway.

"You're so kind to walk me home!" I said as I lead him through a tight backalley. The sun had set, and it was cooler.

Di'Ciablo shrugged. "It's dark." Was all he said.

When I was perfectly sure we were alone, I stopped. Di'Ciablo did too, facing me. "What's up?" He asked. I smirked as my hand wriggled down into my boot. I revealed a concealable dagger.

Face dropping, Di'Ciablo backed away. I kicked him in the shin, flipping him to the ground. Catching his wrist, I pressed the blade against it harshly. My beady eyes stuck to him like glue. "What... Why... How... What..." He couldn't settle on the right question.

Ignoring him, I pressed on. "Did you know that one of the weakest parts of your body is the wrist? If I slice it open in a particular way, I can leave you choking on your own blood." I drew thin a line of crimson liquid from him. Cowardly, his body trembled, and he couldn't even acknowledge the sight of blood without nearly fainting.

" What do you want to know?" He whimpered, whining like a vulnerable puppy. "I'll tell you anything!" He added hopefully. A slight smile stretched my lips.

"Good." I purred.

Still holding my dagger on its lethal position on Di'Ciablo's wrist, I maliciously grinned at him. "First of all: What do Carter Laboratories do?" Watching his face fall as he realised the doom in front of him was probably the best part of my day. I savoured the glorious vengeance in my mind.

Stammering, Di'Ciablo disappointed me. "I... I... Already told you!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, but what does it actually do? Come on, we both know that the cell organism farm is just a cover to illegal experiments."

Di'Ciablo blushed at me, before muttering something about the weather. Clutching my dagger fiercely, I buried to blade into the palm of his hand. It was set at a diagonal angle to appear as though he cut himself accidentally with a kitchen knife.
That way, he had a cover. If I was going to let him to survive, that was.

As the blade was swallowed within his flesh, the man cried out. His face turned scarlet and his eyes bunched up with tears.

He wailed out loud. "STOP!" I followed his command, slowly lifting up the dagger and raising an eyebrow. "You're right it is a cover, but I don't know what for! I don't have anything to do with Carter Laboratories, I'm just a cover for the cover!"

Sighing, I let out a frustrated groan. I already knew that part. It had been why he wasn't exactly a business man, or why he didn't know much about his own company. "Yes I know, that's why it's Carter not Di'Ciablo's laboratories. And you seriously don't know anything?" At that point, I forced the flat surface of the blade against his neck, gently twisting it to show how sharp and deadly it was.

"I don't know anything!" He repeated, and sadly, I believed him.

I attempted a new subject. "Do you know the name Camila Delgado?"

The man twitched in confusion. "Who? You mean the little girl who disappeared a few years ago? Gee, I haven't heard that name in a long time."

Sucking my bottom lip, I asked him. "Whose really the C. E. O for the labs?"

Di'Ciablo's pupils shrank into the shadows, as his body melted into his clothes nervously. Shaking his head over and over again, the man whispered. "I can't tell you that. She'll kill me." She. It's a woman.

Allowing the dagger to slip under his chin, I hissed into his ear. "Perhaps, but if you don't tell me, then I'll kill you right here, right now. And don't you have a wife and daughter?"