Naitee
Alessios blade digs into the line of Ross's collarbone. It rips the skin apart with a sloppy sound and lines of blood pours from it. I've never seen anyone get tortured before and it's a confusing sight. Every inch of my body still hurts from that hell hole and now I'm watching, the man who ruined my life and saved it at the same time, being punished for his crimes.
Ross groans in pain but I want to hear his screams. I want to see his eyes bug out of his head because the pain is so unbearable.
That's what I want for my revenge and Alessio obliges. He swiftly cuts Ross out of his shirt and it falls to the floor in tatters.
Alessio runs the tip of the knifeunder the flayed skin and I watch in fascination as he starts to peel Ross's white skin of his bones. Ross groans and screams but it doesn't deterr Alessio in the least.
I stand up slowly and walk forward so I'm standing right next to Alessio.
"Can I try?" I ask and Alessio turns his dark eyes to me. His pupils widen as he hands the blood slippery knife to me slowly.
"Are you sure Piccolina?" His cold face controrts into one of worry.
"Yes. I need to get my revenge. Make him ache as I do." A beautiful smile dances over Alessio's red lips.
"Do what you want mia vita." I grip the knife and turn to Ross. It's like I can feel my soul slipping away. That's probably for the best though because I don't want it dirtied with what I'm about to do.
I look into Ross's pain glazed eyes and say, "This is for my parents." Before I bring the knife to Ross's mouth and bring it down. Straight through his upper lip. Blood burts and hits me in the face but I don't notice it. Instead I focus on carving Ross's lips of as good as I can but the way he struggles and screams really messes up my lines.
I wrap my left hand around his bloody throat at the same time I connect the lines and with a nasty thud his lips falls off. He screams in pain but it looks weird on his carved face. His eyes are blown wide from fear and pain, his cheeks stained with tears and I don't feel an ounce of regret.
I turn around to Alessio and hold out my hand. He almost looks-- turned on.
"Gun please." I say and move my hand. For what I'm planning to do I don't want to touch him. In fact I never want to touch him again after this. Alessio licks his lips and grabs a gun from under his arm.
"And this--" I take it and screw the silencer off. "is for my parents."
I turn back around. Take the safety off, aim and loosen four consecutive shots. Into his crotch.
Alessio
Naitee is sleeping in the passenger seat of the car. Her cupids bow lips are a little open and her she is still only wearing my jacket she looks like a runway model.
It is late, way past midnight and we are both bloody.I washed my hands but my white shirt and slacks are ruined. After Naitee had her fun I took my sweet time finishing Ross of in a way my father would have been proud of. Then we set the cabin on fire and made sure it was burning properly before we left.
I am in the usual dip that I get after torturing and killing someone but having Naitee here is helping. Her presence is calming the raging cold in my chest.
The way she looked when I lifted that hatch is inprinted in my mind. Her body was curled up in a uncomfortable position, her eyes wide with fear. There was marks on both of her ankles. One from the crude metal clutch and one from the electrical tazer that that bastard put around her. She had thought that she was dead. That I was dead. My hands clench around the steering wheel from the anger that rises in me again at the mental picture. It only took him two days to do that. Two days. I should have flayed him for two days but I am sure a paranoid sociopath like that has somekind of a security in place and it would be stupid to stay to long. So after I carved his heart out with my knife and shoved it into his slack mouth we left swiftly.
The gas is already running low again in the car and I am thankful for the dark. Anyone seeing me in my bloody, ruined clothes would probably call the police. I will have to risk it by walking into the store but if the cashier calls the cops we will probably be long gone before they show up. I will make sure of it.
I pull off the road when I spot the neon "Shell" sign and drive up next to one of the tanking stations. I pull out my phone as I step out and dial Dean.
"Brother? " Dean answers.
"I got him. I got him good. Me and Naitee are heading back as soon as the plane is ready. Will you call them and tell them to find the closest airport to--" I look around for a sign. "Albany?"
"You got him ?" Deans asks and I hesitate. My little brother is no stranger to violence but for some reason I do not want to tell him all the details. I put the gas into the tanking hole and the burr of the pump kicks up.
"Yes. He made some new experiences." Deans chuckles over the line but I can hear the pain behind it.
"Good, well then I will call the pilot. Get home safely brother."
I wait one beat. "I will see you soon." Deans hangs up and the line goes quiet. I take the gas out and hang it up again. I give Naitee one more glance before walking into the shop. I do not want to leave her right now or ever again.
I walk into the store and a bell tingles loudly.
"Good eve--ning." The lanky guy behind the counter stutters as he takes me in.
"I am paying for number 3-- please." The guy just keeps staring at me and I sigh, impatient.
"Costume party, number 3 now." The teenager-- I think-- jumps into action and rings me up.
"Anything else?" His voice cracks in the middle and I have to hold back a laugh. He almost reminds me of Dean when he was younger.
"No." I leave the guy a tip because apparently all americans do that and because he looks like he needs to buy new pants. Since he wet the ones he is wearing.
For some reason my heart jumps when I see that the car is still there, that she is still there. Because my mind is now sure that she is going to be gone everytime I take my eyes off her. But this time she is still there. Waiting for me.
I open the door and close it as softly as I can, as to not wake her but I seem to fail miserably because she startles in her seat. One of her hands slap over her heart and the fearful expression she has makes me furious all over again.
She is like that because of him.
"It is only me Piccolina." I say and try to make my voice as soothing as possible.
"Yeah." She says and turns her head to stare out at the windsheild. I feel what I have been fearing coming on.
"What did he do to you Piccolina... ?" I can see her throat move up and down.
"He didn't do anything. Basically." I turn so I am facing her fully.
"Piccolina..." I urge but she stays quiet, her breaths shaky in a way that is not like her. She was not like this before. Before him. I am about to ask her again when she drags in a deep breathe.
"I found out his daughter was my roommate back in college. She dropped out after our sophomore year and I never saw her again..." She takes another shaky breath and something in her throat rattles. "Because she died and I-- I... found her body in that room. The one with the chest. Her skeleton and her things." Naitee gasps as if there is no air in her lungs and I reach out to wrap my arm around her frail shoulders. "He kept her body Alessio." She gasps again, her chest expanding rapidly and I start to get worried.
"Deep breaths Piccolina, it is alright now. It is going to be fine." She turns to me and her eyes are flared and red.
"We didn't even give her a burial. She was sent of in that disgusting chest Alessio!! We burned her!" I do not tell Naitee that her friend was already dead. It would not help.
"She died a warriors death." I say and hope it will calm her some. Naitee bites her lip and I see the moment her teeth break the skin. I am so focused on that, that I do not even see the water filling up in her eyes.
"He destroyed my entire life and yet I wouldn't be here today without him." Her voice is low. She wipes her hands with the backs of her hands covered my the jacket and I watch the fabric catch the unfallen tears.
"You would have become whatever you wanted anyway Piccolina." I try to comfort her but this has never been my best side.
"I would've been a doctor, in Switzerland." Naitee huffs and it sounds right. Her being a doctor that is. "But he killed them. My parents I mean and I fell right into his hands." Her voice is broken and full of self-loathing even though none of this is her fault.
"He made that choice, you were a victim Piccolina. A victim of a obsessive, paranoid sociopath." I stare into her eyes and this part of her is new to me. The one that is so hurt.
"Where did I go wrong I mean, there's so many times I could have made a different choice and this would've never happened. My parents would be alive and--" I cut in. "We would maybe never have met." Naitee blinks.
"Maybe that would be for the best, your father would've been alive." She says and there is a tiny pang in my heart.
"And I would have still been stuck in a loveless marriage and miserable." Naitee's eyes widen and she sucks in a breathe between her straight, white teeth.
"But there wouldn't be any pain then." Her eyes are pleading as if she wants me to say that I wished that I never met her. I will not say any such thing.
"I would not be who I am if not for pain. I am simply greatful to be alive... and to have you." Her eyes well up again and tears fall. She starts to shake her head as if trying to rid herself of my words. I grip her face with my hands to keep her in place.
"I am grateful for meeting you Piccolina and I know you are for me too." I force her to look at me and see the emotions in my eyes. Emotions I never would have been able to express a year ago, that is how vividly she has changed me.
"I--" Her words trail off and she rolls her blood stained lips. "I am grateful but I just don't know if-- If I should be." Her admittance warms something in me. Melting some of the ice from earlier.
"Who says you should not?" I ask, genuinly curious.
"The law." She deadpanns and somehow manages a broken chuckle.
"The law is no person." I say back, hoping to distract her further from her pain. She has been through enough.
"I'd say the law is valid Rich boy." She smiles a little and a drop of blood dribbles from her cracked and split lips. I know just how to deal with it. I lean forward and press my lips against her in a fiery kiss. I engulf her with all the feverish energy I have left in me and after a second hesitation she responds in kind.
It is amazing. She is a great kisser from the few experiences with kissing girls I have and I relax into her lips. They are the pillows I forever want to rest on.
She pulls back to breathe and my phone pings with a message from Dean.
Plane is landing at Albany Int. Airport in 15 minutes.
I am about to pull out of the gas station when blue lights light up the night.
"You should really hit that gas or I'm going to have to explain us out of this and I don't have my badge." I turn on the car and it hums to life. It is not a muscle car but it will do.
"Hold tight Piccolina." I slam my foot down on the gas and the car skids out and onto the main road. The two police cars stupidly only blocked one entrance. Deadly mistake. The car roars as I make it go faster and faster until the police cars are a single blue dot in the distance.
"It's a miracle that you haven't died in a car crash." I look over to Naitee to see her gripping the car and seat like her life is dependant on it. I chuckle.
"Relax. When we get home to Italia I will show you speed." She looks horrified and I can hear her swear quietly during the entire chase.