SOA Short Stories

Vengence **R**

***WARNING: VIOLENCE AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.******

Happy walked into the room of the warehouse that was lined with plastic. His excitement for what was about to happen couldn't be hidden. He had waited too long for this. He looked over the man that was bound to the hook that was hanging from the ceiling, he made a plan as to where to start first. 
He went into his bag of tricks and pulled out a fillet knife and dragged it along the man's chest, being careful not to cut him yet. 
He wanted the man to feel fear. He smiled wickedly as he watched the man's eyes widen and start to scream through his gag. Happy found a spot he fancied and began to carve into the man's flesh, leaving behind a slice just below his skin. Once satisfied with his work, he moved to his bag and pulled out his pliers, looking them over before turning to the man. 
Happy lifted the man's gag for a second, 'Who sent you?' he growled. After the man refused to speak, Happy grabbed at the gash he had made in the man's side and began to pull the skin away. 
The man let out a blood curdling scream writhing in pain. “I-It was Lowen.” he cried out. 
Happy sneered at the tortured man. “This isn't over.” he said as he walked towards the door. “You helping with this?” he asked Juice, walking out into the hallway. Juice nodded and kicked off the wall. “Let them know it was Lowen.” he said as he turned on his heel and headed back into the room. 
Juice sent the text to the others and headed inside the small room where Happy had just entered seconds before. He looked the man over and his eyes were immediately drawn to the now hanging skin on his side. His smile went wide as he pulled on a pair of gloves and headed for the bag in the corner of the room. He pulled out a box of salt, smirking as Happy's smile mirrored his own. 
Pouring the salt into his gloved hand, he looked the man in the eye as he  began to rub the salt into the gash in their victim's side. Satisfaction ran through his veins as their victim cried out.
While Juice was carrying out his duty, Happy had found some sick satisfaction of running his blade along the man’s other side, mirroring the gash he had made just minutes earlier. His eyes sparkled as the man’s cries filled the room. His mind running to Tashs and all the sick shit this piece of shit and his now dead friend had done to her. 
Neither Juice nor Happy had said a word as they tortured the man. They had their information, they didn't need to say anything else. After an hour the man was hanging on by a thread. His pulse was weak and he was now unconscious. Happy was in the middle of carving the man's back when they heard the familiar sound of motorcycles pulling up to the warehouse. 
Juice nodded to Happy and walked out of the room, being greeted by Tig, Tasha and Quinn. Taking in the sight of his best friend he felt the work he had just done was justified. Leaning down he laid a kiss to the top of her head as he wrapped her into a tight hug. One they pulled away, she searched his face, and nodding as she pulled the gun she had tucked into the back of her jeans and headed for the small room.  
Happy had just removed his gloves when she made her presence known. He looked her over feeling his heart sink. He moved to her and gently touched her cheek taking in the swollen eyelid and purple bruises that littered her face. “You good with this?” he asked, looking into her eyes. 
She sighed heavily closing her eyes as she nodded, the tears staining her cheeks. “I need this.” she almost whispered. 
He pressed a light kiss to her lips and moved out of her way as she raised the gun and aimed at the man's almost lifeless body and emptied the clip. Tears falling down her face, Happy grabbed the gun from her shaking hand and pulled her into him. “It's over.” he said softly. 
She held onto him as if he may disappear any second. She was forever thankful for this man. The one that had saved her from the hell she had lived for the last three months. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Juice standing there, his eyes raking her over to make sure she was alright. 
Letting go of Happy she threw her arms around Juice. “Thank you.” she whispered as he held her tight.
Happy looked to Juice and nodded, his words didn’t need to be expressed. Juice carefully lead her out of the room, sending Tig in to help Happy with disposal. The silence in the room was heavy as they rolled the plastic around the now dead man. Once the room was clean, they loaded the body into the back of the van and headed towards Chiggar Woods, while Juice and Quinn made sure Tasha made it back to Charming in one piece.