In the arms of evil

The weapon they made me

TRIGGER WARNING:
Violent scenes ahead.

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A doctor came out three hours later. She's bruised three ribs, has internal bleeding, and a broken finger. My body shook as I heard her read out Brooklyn's injuries. I had written myself down as her husband so I could know everything that's going on. When the doctor pulled me into a room to tell me she had been sexually assaulted and there's bruising down there, I fell to my knees. "I'm so sorry, sir. Be thankful you brought her in when you did. She's lucky to have survived." Lucky? Lucky?! This isn't luck. It isn't some random attack. They hurt my girl and I'm going to make them pay.

Walking into her room, I hear all these machines beeping. They've got her rigged up to all sorts. My heart tremors when I hear her whimper in her sleep like a puppy having a bad dream. Hearing commotion from behind closed doors, I see two police officers walking towards us. I'm sorry baby girl. But they can't know a thing. If they find out the truth, I'll never be able to avenge you.

I stop in front of them, holding my ground. "She's asleep. She doesn't know what happened and she doesn't remember. No point in you guys getting a statement. I think you should leave." The two officers give each other a glance, turn to me and nod, and leave the other way. I'm well known here. Got a certain respect from having a certain reputation from knowing Marcus. It comes in handy. But it's also my curse.

When I go back into the room, she's awake, holding out her hand for me. "I'm here doll, I'm right here" I rush to her side, taking her hand in mine. "Colton..." she cries, gripping my hand. "No one is going to hurt you. I'm not leaving your side." I try to calm her, but the monitor begins beeping as her heart rate grows. "Honey, you need to calm down. It's over. It's all over" she relaxes as I hold her shoulders, rubbing them gently. Her eyes are full of tears and pain. She hasn't mentioned what they did to her. And I won't say it to her. Not until she's ready to talk about it.

The doctor comes in upon hearing the commotion, and notices she's calmed down. "Okay Brooklyn, it's good to see you're awake" she pulls out a chart. "Would you like me to go over your injuries?" I glance the doctor a look, and am stunned as Brooklyn manages a weak "yes". "Very well" doc says, looking at me. Her eyes divert to the chart and she begins. "You have two  bruised ribs on your right and one on your left. A broken pinky,  and stopped the internal bleeding. The injuries from your sexual assault-"
"Stop" I command, eyes shutting. "It's okay Colton. I want to know. I want to know what they did to me" she says it with strength. Yet there's a hint of hate in her voice. Hate that she couldn't stop it. The doctor continues. "The assailant didn't rupture anything. There is heavy bruising however and I don't recommend any sexual activity till the bruising subsides" she put the chart down. "I'm truly sorry" she says before leaving.

We don't say a thing. Her hand let's go of mine and she turns her head from me. "Hey... talk to me baby. Please, let me help you." She keeps her head facing away from me, tears falling down her face. "After Troy" she begins, "I never thought I'd go through something like this again." I hold my head down, every ounce of guilt overflowing throughout me. "He hurt me. He took away my family. My child. But he never... forced himself on me. Not once. I slept with him willingly. Now I have a new thing to add to my broken soul." She wept, fist clenching onto the sheets. "I'm so sorry Brook. I did this to us. To you. I never should have gotten you involved with all of this. Please forgive me" I begged, holding her hand. Her head turns to me slowly. "I'm tainted Colton. Why would you ever want me now?" Her voice shakes. I'm stunned at her words. How could she think so little of herself? "Brook, I told you. I love you. Scars and all. We'll get though this. Together." She gives me a weak smile, holding my hand, tears running down her cheek. "You consume me, baby. Mind, body and soul. I'm yours. Nothing is ever going to stop me from loving you. Not a damn thing."

But I need to know. I need to know who is responsible. "Baby, the police can't know. I have to do this myself" I say, holding her gaze. She looks down and nods after a few seconds. "I know. You're the only one who can end this." She looks back up at me and tells me one name. "Marcus." That was all I needed. I nod at her strength to tell me the truth before she falls asleep peacefully.

Calling Sammy, I ask him to come and watch her while I take care of something. He's here in minutes. "Thank you. Don't leave her side. I'll be back here before she even wakes up" I say, looking at her sleeping face, anger fuelling me for what I need to do.

My bike skids up to Marcus's hideout. Everyone stops and stares at me and the rage I have lingering around myself. "Here he is" Marcus taunts, knowing full well why I'm here. I pull out a gun and face it towards him. The whole room goes quiet in an instant. Marcus's face drops, his black eyes growing cold. "Think before you make a big mistake son" he warns. "I'm not your son. You sent your men to teach me a lesson and they hurt the one piece of leverage you had. Now tell me who you sent Marcus. Tell me and I'll do the job you want." He laughs "you're going to do it either way. Or I'll kill her where she lays in that hospital room right now."

"They raped her Marcus. Did you tell them to do that?" His eyes grow wide and his mouth slightly drops. He didn't know. "Let me guess? They were supposed to beat her up and leave her as a message? Is that it? Well I got the message. If you don't tell me who did that to her, I'll go to the police and we can all go down together. How's that sound?" His body grows stiff. He knows my threat is real. If the only way I can protect her is to go down with the rest of them, I'd gladly do so. "Terrell! Jordan! Mike! Bryan! Get here now!" All four stand in a line. "You do this and you finish the job" Marcus instructs, eyes burning through me. He leaves the room when I give him a nod.
They're all mine.  I smile as they stand before me in a line.

"Who did it?" They know what I'm asking but stay silent, laughing. "You're all going to die here today. But the one who tells me will go quickly. The rest? I'm going to make it as slow and painful as possible" i say through gritted teeth. "Will you let the rest go?" I give Terrell a look, gun pointed at him. "If I tell you who raped her, will you let the rest of us go?" He's the youngest out of the group. Probably around 18. He looks scared. Because he knows Marcus isn't here to save him and he's mine to do what I want with.

"Sure. Tell me who did that to her and I'll let the rest go" I put my gun down to my side. "Shut the fuck up" Jordan seethes at Terrell who's now trembling beside them. I shoot Jordan right through his knee cap. Blood curdling screams leave him. "Anyone else?" I ask through Jordan's screams. They don't say a thing. They all shut up and glare at me. "Now Terrell, what was you saying?" My attention is on him again. "Guys, I don't wanna die" he stutters as all their eyes fall on him. "It's Mike, Colton. We were only sent to beat her up. Mike was the one who" my eyes narrow in on Mike.
"You little shit!" Mike lunges for Terrell but I put two in his rib cage, eyes growing black with hate as he falls to the floor, gripping his wounds. As for Bryan who is still standing, I shoot him in the head along with Jordan. Terrell looks up at me in shock, hands up trembling. "You...you said you'd let us go!" Fear becomes him. "Yeah. I did. I'm letting you all go straight to hell. I'll see you there kid" I point my gun to him and shoot. Quick kill, no pain.

My eyes fall on Mike again. "You really shouldn't have done what you did, Mike. I'm the best hit man Marcus has ever had. You should've known he would've given you up to me to get me back in the game" I crouch down beside him. Pulling out a knife from my waistband, he shivers as I run it past his neck. "Enjoy hell Mike. Because I'm going to enjoy this."
"No-" I slit his throat as he gurgles his own blood. Rising up, I look down on all their bodies and smile.

I walk past Marcus and the rest and they dare not say a word. Getting back on my bike, I head back to the hospital.

"Thanks for watching her, man. I've got it from here" I pat Sammy on the back as he rises from the chair and leaves. "Colton?" She asks, Stirling awake. "Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here baby. I'm right here" she falls back asleep as I rub her cheek, soothingly. "No one will ever touch you again" I promise her.