The Craziest Of Them All

XI

Demon's POV

I swiftly step out of the car and slam the door behind me. The sun had set a couple of hours ago, and sky was blackened cascading darkness upon the earth. There wasn't even a moon out tonight, meaning it was completely dark. The only light seem to be coming from the bulb above the steal door leading to what appeared to the public as an abandoned warehouse.

The zip up my jacket to protect myself from the cold and walk up to the door, before swinging it open. Stepping into a narrow hallway with grimy walls, I follow the bend until I enter the well lit room where a couple of the guys were standing around in a semi circle covering a man that is roped to a wooden chair. A black mask is covering his face, and the only movement coming from him is the rapid up and down motion of his chest as he takes deep breathes in to try and calm himself down. I can practically smell the fear oozing out of his pores, and that’s just the way I like it.

I walk closer to the semi circle of five men. I dap Jay, Ronin, Alex, Ryker and Max. It's been a while since I've seen my boys but I can't even rejoice because of the eerie atmosphere hanging above us all as we know what is about to go down.

I turn to Ronin who was the one that called me here, “How did we find him?”

“He thought he was being slick by getting a new passport and shit, but he ain't know that we had guys posted at every bus deport and airport in the city.”

I walk up to Mike, the dead man walking, or should I say sitting? I crouch so that I am level with him, I place my hand on his head and shake it around a bit, “Thought you were being smart, hey Mikey?” I sneer out sarcastically. I am only met with a stifled whimper, that has all the guys cracking up.

I straighten myself out and walk over to the metal table that has a whole array of toys lined up for me to use. Beautiful shiny and sharp toys that no parent would want their child to even look at. Well it's a good thing I'm the devil’s child, cause he make sure I always got the latest ones.

I eye the vast options laid out before me before settling on the small yet exceptionally sharp knife positioned at the center of the table. Grabbing the knife, I head back to Mike and rip his mask off his face.

His pale face has red blotches around the eyes as if he had been crying and there was a string of mucus that he was violently trying to sniff back into his nose. Nasty motherfucker.

I crouch once more so that I can look at him in the eyes. They are alert and are filled with unadulterated fear. Just the way I like it, I love the look on my victim’s faces when they see that they are looking into the eyes of a motherfucking Demon.

“So this is how it's gonna work Mikey Mike,” I run the smooth knife along his pale cheek, making sure not to cut the flesh, “I am gonna ask you some questions and if I don't like the answer your blood will start dripping…you got that?”

Mike nods his head frantically as his answer. “Use your words Mike.” I say calmly, the knife still exploring his cheek. “Yes, I understand!”

“Good.” I stand up from the crouched position and look down at the top of Mike’s head. The fucker had a bald spot right in the middle of his head, the sides still had hair but the center was naked. I don't understand why people don't just shave all their hair when it looks like that.

“Who were you pushing information to?” I begin my interrogation. I twirl the knife between my finger unconsciously while I wait for Mike’s answer. This better be good.

“I wasn't pushing any information!” Mike squeals out. “I swear!”

I scoff out at Mike’s answer. I purse my lips while I look at him, as if I'm contemplating what to do with him. I feel like a parent who is looking at their child who just told them blatantly. Good think I'm not a parent cause I would be in jail for what I'm about to do. In a blink of an eye, I bring the knife down and watch as it sinks into Mike’s meaty thigh.