Alessio
I turned the car to neutral and let it roll the last way up to the house so it would not make a sound. I close the cardoor quietly and grip the gun in my left hand. I have been able to use both of my hands equally well since my fathe beat it into me and now it is useful once again.
It is barely even a house. It is a wooden cabin. The big flat area before it about a hundred meters and it is totally empty except for a single car. A black SUV. It tells me enough.
My fathers killer is inside this cabin. Just fifty meters away is sweet, sweet revenge and for some reason I hesitate. But then I pull myself together and walk toward the backside of the cabin. I sweep the entire cabin from the outside first and realise it has very few windows. Tactical.
There is no extra entry just a window to the kitchen that I narrowly avoided and the front door.
The cabin is dark, only a lonesome candle on in the kitchen.
I have to take my chances on the points of entry. Either brake the window, risk going in blind and hurting myself or trying to open the door but that would be very loud. No chance of suprise.
I think for only one more second before making my choice. I slam the butt of my gun into the hinges. Mangeling them just enough to make ripping the door of its hinges easier. I take a deep breathe, back up, and slam my body into the door. It creaks and, not thinking about the pain in my shoulder, grab the edges of the door and walk it infront of me into the cabin. It is quiet. Too quiet. I stop and wait for him to pounce because instinctually know that he is waiting for me to show weakness.
I pretend to lower the door and as soon as it starts to tip the first shots smatter into it. The recoil hits me in my wrists and I grit my teeth walking forward to indentify where he is.
"Don't hide behind that door coward!" He calls out and it is a mistake because I now know exactly where he is. The muscles in my arms strain as I grip the door tighter before launching it in his direction. My guns are up again the second the door leaves my hand and I don't hesitate to fire when I see his dark form standing in the hallway.
The four shots I loosen all find their marks. In both of his knees and his right arm. The dominant one that he was holding the gun with.
He screams from the pain and it is like music to my ears. The gun he was holding drops to the ground with a clatter and I advance on the fucker.
He tries to back away but his bloody legs give out from under him.
"I have waited for this." I growl out as I hover over his crumpled form.
"You're supposed to be dead." He gets out from his clenched jaw and I smile at his pain.
"It is harder to kill the devil than one would think. Now where is she?" A slow grin spreads the nasty fuckers mouth and I feel a sinking feeling.
"She's long gone. She left the minute we landed, rambling about escaping some monster." He looks so smug. Almost to smug.
"Really?" I ask and my voice is filled with distrust.
"Yes. She should be somewhere in Minnesota right now." Something about that just does not sound right.
"Then you will not mind me looking around for a second before I strip the skin of your flesh?" There is more than a hint fear in his eyes and I relish it. Just as I will relish bathing in his blood later.
I fire a shot into each of his feet for good measure before walking through the house. Most of the doors are locked and I rip all of them off. The first one was a single bedroom, the second one a bathroom and the third one was a locked bedroom. I tore the door off and inside I found something that just made me even more worried for my Piccolina. It's a torture cellar basically. Different medival devices to strap a body up on. I think I know who I would use them one. A certain murderer in the hallway.
No Naitte though so I keep moving. Another open door at the end of the hallway revealed a bunch of photos of Naitee and some other girl and a chest. It held a disgustingly smelling skeleton. Disturbing but not Naitee.
That was the last room. I walk back through the corridoor and find Ross moaning on the floor. It is obvious that he has tried to crawl but failed miserably.
"One more minute." I say as if we were good friends at a restuarant. The living room and kitchen are equally empty and I start to wonder if I was wrong. Maybe she really left. I walk back to Ross and wrap a hand around his throat. I use the excellent grip to drag him back to his creepy ass bedroom.
"See I normally do not need devices but since I have not had time to prepare I will use what I have." I pull him up and the old mans struggles are useless. I hold him up with one hand while strapping him into the cross with the other. In the end he is handing from his wrists with his legs spread eagle.
Just then I notice something. A bandage around his left hand.
"Now where did you get that?" I pull a knife from the holster at my ankle and use it to cut the bandage off. There is a ragged cut under that goes straight through his hand. The angle of it shows that is was made from beneath him.
"Cut myself earlier." He bites out and I feel spit hit my neck.
"Really because this looks like a wound made from self defense." Ross clenches his jaw and maybe it is the pain from the several gunshots but he seems like a awefully bad liar.
"Hmm. See I think Naitee realised just what a disgusting sniffeling pig you are and brought you some of the pain you deserved." It is a shot in the dark but the way his eyelids flutter just a little shows me that I am spot on.
Naitee is here. Somewhere. She has to be.
"You're too late. She tried to leave so I killed her." Ross blurts out and his haste in saying that just makes me even more suspicious.
"If you just tell me where she is I will kill you ten minutes earlier." Ross for some reason does not seem to take my offer seriously. Maybe he does not understand just how much pain I can inflict in ten minutes?
"Really? No? Okay then." I spun around the room once to look for anything to help me prolong his pain. Maybe I would shove on of the legs from the bed up his ass? I walked toward the bed and inspected the legs when I noticed something. There is scrapes on the wooden floor in a halfmoon.
"Even if you find her, she hates you. It doesn't matter what you'll do." I stiffen. His outburst just reeks of trying to do a misdirection.
"Hmm." I lean down and push the bed in the same direction of the scrapes. It screeches as I move it and when it is fully moved something is obvious. There is a hatch in the middle of the floor that was once covered by the bed. I just know that I am going to find what her under that hatch. Fear engulfs me for a second when I think about what I could find. What if she actually was dead?
I ignore the sweat on my palms as I pull on the metal ring and what I find almost makes me blind with homicidal rage.
Naitee
*Five minutes earlier*
I try not to scratch my skin off. I still can't go to sleep. Something about the small space and constantly feeling like the air is running out is keeping me from even trying to sleep. The cold doesn't help either.
It's like Ross has deposited me in a costum made hell.
"Bang!" Something brakes and I jump as much as I can in my hole. It's quiet for a few second before I hear three gunshots being fired. What the hell is going on?
It's quiet again and then hell breaks loose. Another bang and then four more shots. Voices and two more shots. Someone is here and there's atleast two shooters.
A body slams to the floor and there's more voices.
A bang, closer this time echoes through the room and footsteps trail over the floor. I don't know if it is Ross or the intruder and I don't dare to call out. If it's Ross he might punish me and I'm not sure I could handle that.
The footsteps dissapear and it's silence before a weird dragging sound starts it comes into whatever is over me and there's more voices. One is Ross's and the other I almost recognise. It eats at the edge of my consience.
"See... deviced but since..." I can't make out anything but it is the intruder that's speaking. There's more groaning and then something scrapes above me. I stiffen, if Ross's coming to get me I'm going to panic. I can't handle it. Not anymore.
More silence.
The rood of my box is ripped open and suddenly I'm blind.
Someone is standing over me, their entire body halooed by the light. The lightly bearded face slowly comes into view and I'm hit with a new fact.
I'm dead.
Because over me, standing, is Alessio Spaglia. In the flesh. But he's dead so that can only mean one thing, I'm dead too.
"No..." I groan and this time my eyes fill with moisture.
"No I don't want to die. Please-- I--" My voice decend into something I can't even decipher and Alessio moves over me. He speaks in italian and I still don't understand anything. His entire being glows as he reaches down to me and wraps his strong arms around me.
He's about to take me to heaven. I hope I'm going to heaven anyway, although that is doubtfull considering it is Alessio getting me.
"I missed you." I mumble against his neck as he pulls me up. He feels so real but maybe that is only so because we're both dead.
"Mia vita." He says and I revel in the sound of his voice. "You are going to be fine. I just have something to do and then I will bring you home." Home, home to heaven. It sounded very nice.
"You nasty, double crossing bitch!" A voice screams and it breaks through the calm of my death.
"I will kill you in just a second." Alessio says and his chest rumbles. "Are you okay Piccolina? Can you stand?" For some reason Alessio puts me down on the cold floor and as the clarity of the world slowly returns I realise where I am.
I'm in Ross's creepy bedroom and Alessio is holding me tight in his arms. Strapped to the cross is Ross and he's a bloody mess. I stiffen in Alessio's arm. Are we all dead? Did my knife kill Ross?
"Take me to heaven." I say looking up into Alessio's angelic face, I don' t want to stay here any longer. Alessio's perfect eyebrows furrow.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're dead so take me to heaven." For some reason Alessio smiles down at me.
"I am not dead mia vita, and neither are you. He will be dead soon though." Ross points with his thumb over his shoulder at Ross.
"No. No he killed you. You're dead!" I point with my finger into Alessio's very real chest.
"No mia vita." Alessio pulls his jacket off and drapes it around me. "Now watch as I torture this pig slowly as revenge for both you and me." And for Hannah. I add in my own head as I take in the fact that Alessio is alive and that he found me.
He found me.
"Okay." I say weakly and Alessio pulls up the zipper of the jacket. The shaking I didn't even notice stopped. Alessio turned to Ross and his entire body transforms into a deadly, cold weapon. I almost felt sorry for Ross in that moment, almost. Because he deserves every single bit of sweet torture that Alessio is about to give him.
He has earned every single second of pain.
Alessios blade glints in his hand and the first scream tears out of Ross's throat.