“I still think I should go it with you.”
“Nah, this is something I have to do on my own.”
“Zane.” My brother calls my name to me and I pause. He hasn’t called me Zane since we were kids, causing me to look over more confused. “I’ve got your back.”
“I know you do.” I nod before I open the door, stepping out of the SUV. “It’s all set. If I’m not back in 30 mins come in.”
The door opens as I jog up to it and the man nods at me as he lets the door open. I slip in before he shuts it again.
“Here.” Casey presses the items into my hands as I pull the hat low on my head and slip my arms into the shirt. “Stay away from anyone else,” He reminds me. “Cameras will update until midnight. That’s all you got.”
“That’s all I need.” I feel the weight of the blade swinging against my chest underneath my hoodie.
He hands me the key before pointing in one direction. “Don’t forget the way you came in. Oh, and Z…” He trails, forcing me to look back over at him. “This makes us even.”
“Not even fucking close.” I shake my head, moving over to him. “It just means that when I kill your friends, I won’t kill you.”
I nod to him before I walk down the hallway, calmly. Finding my way to the right door and I slip the key inside.
I feel like a goddamn kid going to Disney, knowing that there’s no way in hell this could be any kind of letdown.
He looks at me as the door opens. The shocked expression comes over his face just as fast. He jumps up from the bed, coming towards me, but I move faster at him.
He swings on me once, but I’m faster, striking him once in the face while I take the brief second as he recalculates to swing the first knife on him, driving it through his hand and into the cement wall behind him.
“What the fuck!” Darren screams as I drive the machete into the second hand, securing him to the wall.
Laughing, I produce an additional pocketknife, my carry knife, and look down at him.
“What the fuck, Z?” He shouts as I grin, flipping open the pocket knife.
“You know, I don’t think I ever really told you the threat I made.” I laugh, as I can feel him trembling underneath me.
I look at the knife as I grin. “Wanna know the real be-ute of the whole thing? This blade is what I carved my initial into her with. She got revenge and branded me with it as well.” I can’t help but lick my lips as I think about it. “But I also fucked her with it. She came all over the handle. Fuck.” I groan out just thinking about it.
Bringing the blade up to his face, I laugh as he tries to pull his face away while I reach for his lids.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I made a promise to her a while back.” I laugh as he flinches away from me, but I still pull his eyelid back just enough to press the blade against it and it opens up easily; however, his scream echoes through the cell. Moving the blade over to the opposite eye and do the same.
He screams again.
“See, the promise that I made was I was going to slit the prick’s eyelids so he couldn’t look away when I cut his hands off.” I can’t help but laugh again.
It takes a slight bit of effort to pull the blade out of the wall, but once the machete is free, I hold it out in front of his face. I made sure that the blade was sharp enough that it would take the hand off, no problem.
“You see this, Darren?” I laugh, holding his arm out. He’s not even fighting me anymore. I can only assume because he’s not sure exactly what’s happening right now.
As he closes his eyes to help relieve the pain, I can still see the irises peeking through the slits.
“I’m glad that actually worked.” I laugh out as I bring the blade up, slashing the blade down until it connects with his wrist.
I’m pretty sure that there should feel like more resistance going through the bones and nerves like that, but I’m not sure I’ve ever actually cut someone’s hands off, thinking about it until the screams echoes through the cell again, bringing me back to reality.
Blood squirts from the wound, covering the surrounding walls. He holds his arm up, just looking down at the stump, and I’m certain I hear him sobbing.
I don’t even remove the knife from his other palm, I just swing the blade, connecting with his right wrist this time.
