Most people get warning bells when things are about to get worse. Nope not Maxine. Instead she gets a blaring tv and a stranger sweet talking about her dead mother.
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"Finch! My man, how ya doin'! Now, my man," Colt said seriously with an open palm on Finch's broad shoulder. "All fun and games aside you killed one of my TG's and it's time to pay up.
Colt's hands gripped the stained metallic armrests and leaned over his victim. "I'm going to do one wittle thang then Kali here is going to commence her first torture session with my guidance." He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket as Finch struggled to free himself. Maxine drifts forward despite wanting to run the other way. Her footsteps light and echoing on the smoothed stone.
Colt played with the knife under hard boiled looking eyes.Veins of fear slithered all around the orbs, ones that knows death is about to barge through the door. "Kali, I'm going to carve out a teardrop on his right eye. In this gang that symbol on the iris is a warning to his gang and all other gangs out there. Don't mess with my footmen," He snarled and plunged the knife in.
The sharp blade squished into the mushy organ almost effortlessly. It wrenched unearthly screams out of FInch's throat. Finch's left eye moved and twitched in all sorts of ways. The right laid still as Colt went to work on carving into the terrified orb.
Even through all of it, Colt continued carving with the smile of a maniac. Maxine was frozen. She didn't know what to feel a part of her wanted to join in but, she also wanted to run as far away as possible. Blood gushed out, splattering everything in reaching distance.
Once done, Colt stood there admiring his *masterpiece* almost forgetting that a stunned Maxine is also in the room. "You know if you put your ear close enough you could hear veins... pop pop poppity pop! Anywho, the little bitch is all yours Kali, do your worst and then some." Colt strut to the far right wall and turned on a blue light.
A wall of torture devices, weapons, and oddly mundane things are revealed along with a very lavish couch that Colt drapes himself along. Maxine ogled the wall unsure where to start.
With one last hard look at Finch, she goes for her first item. A small fancy dagger. Silently, Maxine pushed the sharpened tip of the dagger under his nails. Slowly and painfully taking them off. His wails were of no use, Maxine might as well have been deaf because they didn't reach her. COuldn't. A never-ceasing flow streamed out of the poor man's eyes. Wimp, I'm itching to kill the fool already, Colt thought.
Feeling the rush of adrenaline, Maxine flaunts the knife around Finch's crotch. A deep sigh of relief filled the room when Maxine put the dagger back.
Seeing Maxine's next weapon of choice, Colt smirks proud of her. He gets up to help her with the contraption. Metal shoes with heatable nail soles within. Seeing as they were too heavy for Maxine, Colt performed this torture.
By the time Colt was done adjusting the contraption which was too small for Finch's feet increasing the intensity of the pain, Finch was shaking like a vibrator on valentines day.
"You know this is the first time I've ever tortured someone? My head is just brimming with things I want to do to you." Colt shakes his head and tips his pointed chin to the couch he lounged across earlier.
"Kali, you've done well but it's time you let the grandmaster takes the reins. Sit back, have some popcorn. Now, Finch my dear boy," Colt leaned over a terrified Finch in the background a door heavily closing catches Maxine's attention. Four burly men brought in blue barrels and a glass looking coffin.
"I heard that you like bugs so, as your host I took the courtesy to bring plenty as your lunch." Colt talked pleasantly as if it was just another day in the office.
Maxine squirmed at the icky sight of Colt grabbing a fistful of bugs and cramming them down the guy's throat. He convulsed strongly, pulling the chair a few inches off the floor, all in an attempt to puke it back up. As the men pour the variety of bugs into the coffin a shiver rackets down Maxine's spine.
She no longer wanted to be involved. Don't get me wrong. Maxine loves bugs but the thought of living things being crammed down her throat is enough to scare her ironclad stomach away.
She quickly left with a bloodied hand pressed to her mouth. "You watched as I carved into a man's eyeball yet, a few bugs make you queasy. Interesting."
He turned his dark eyes away from her green-tinged face and stalked off. Maxine chased after him not wanting to be left defenseless.
This time when she walked through the musky bar, they looked at her differently.
Their eyes held surprise and better yet fear.
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"Been going to church lately, Maxine?" Britianna snickered with mild disgust. Maxine's grip tightened on her locker door finding it hard to not put Britianna's nose off-kilter. "I don't think she has. I haven't seen dead priests on the news lately," Christine, Brit's lackey annoyingly drawled through her nose. "Look I don't have time for any of your bullshit Britianna and you know what go ahead, tell the whole fucking school about my past. I'm done taking orders from you."
Maxine is in eighth grade here at Angelwood Middle and figures that she has nothing to lose. Everyone is parting ways after all.
Brit smirks down at the empowered Maxine. Flicking her cruel eyes towards Christine and sauntered off, heels clicking in the distance. By the end of third period, the truth has been regurgitated into gossip. If people weren't scared of Maxine before they definitely are now.
She stomped down the hallway head held high as tense stares burn into her from every direction. Whispers carried bitter gossip across the drafty breeze from a quietly humming air conditioner overhead. I'm going to fucking kill that snobby bitch. Kali thought, completely enraged.
"Colt, I need a favor." Colt's head snaps up in slight shock.
