-Just fucking do it already!-the man in front of me yelled hysterically as I crouched beside him.
It's been 5 days since the last time I saw the kid. Initially, I thought that she just escaped or something, but after seeing her stuff lying by my side, I knew something was wrong.
I spent all this time searching for her whereabouts, and I finally think I have a clue on where she might be.
-Where is she?!-I asked the man while stabbing his leg with my right hand.
-Her? You mean that woman?!-he grunted as he tried to get away from him.
-Woman? -I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and then slammed him on the floor- I'm talking about the kid!
I grabbed the knife I inserted in his leg before and started to twist it. The man writhed in pain as the clean cut I made became a now harsh wound.
-We don't have a kid! We only bring adults!
My face shifted from angry to one of disinterest. I let go of the man and took out my knife, cleaning it with his clothes and returning it to its place.
-So you don't capture kids?
-No… We might be sick, but not that sick…-the man said while holding his thigh in pain.
I took out the knife I put away earlier and brought it to my right hand. Then, I elongated my right hand to him and helped him up. The man struggled to stand up with one leg, but he "appreciated" my gesture.
-What are you doing?-he asked in confusion.
-Chill out man.-I scoffed-I'm just congratulating you for not being a total creep.
-Huh?
-Yeah! You don't kidnap kids, so you have my respect.
I stretched his hand and hugged him as if he was a friend of mine.
-Oh… Ummm… Thanks?-he said while reciprocating the gesture.
-Don't worry mate.-I said while palming his back with my left hand-Just a little piece of advice…
I quickly stabbed him through the ribs, penetrating his lung with my knife. The man coughed up blood and looked at me with tears in his eyes as he fell to the ground.
-You wanna know that piece of advice? Don't kidnap people in general.-I said with a smile as I stepped on his crotch- You want my opinion? You kinda had it coming.
My body leaned down and my arms reached for his shirt, using the fabric to clean the knife before putting it away again. With his last ounce of strength, he held my arm and looked at me with anger before dropping dead on the floor.
I took his hand off of me and stood up, looking at him with disgust. I spat on him and then turned around, ready to leave that place.
I looked at my hands and my clothes, both coated in blood and sighed.
-I fucking hate you all-I said while looking at the pile of dead bodies behind me.
I could've burned them, but that felt too human for a bunch of sick people like them. Instead, I decided to release the women that they captured and let them do whatever they wanted with them.
Guided by their crying and moans of pain, I located them in the prison cells close to the outer yard.
Oh! I almost forgot to mention it.
Yes, I am currently in a prison. The reason? I killed one man who was trying to kidnap someone, and before he died, I got him to tell me where his partners were.
And that led me here, to this prison.
Let's just say that with the help of my knives (and a few dirty tricks), I managed to take out 10 fully grown men all by myself.
Anyways, back to what I was saying before, by following the female voices in the prison, I found out where they were being held captive. It was a block of cells not too far away from the yard where all the corpses were, so it wasn't too difficult to get there.
-Please! No more…-said the first woman that spotted me getting close to the cells.
-No more what?-I said while looking at the gate's keyhole-Hey, you have any idea on how to break these?
The woman, who was tucked in a corner of the room, looked at me with fear.
-Hello! You there?-I put my hand inside of her cell and snapped my fingers.
-Haven't you done enough?-she yelled from her place.
-I mean, I wouldn't consider trying to pry this shit open with my knives enough, but whatever you say.
She stared at me and approached curiously.
-Where are the keys?
-What keys?-I asked while panting, tired of trying to pry open the gate.
At that moment, a skinny woman peeked with her head from the cell to our left.
-The keys, you dumbass-she insulted me with a smirk.
-Shh… Layla! Be careful! What if he goes there to punish you like last week?!-the woman in front of me yelled.
-Can't you see he's a kid? Why should I fear a kid?-she said with a daring smile on her face.
At the sound of her words, my pride felt hurt. So just because I'm not an adult I don't look menacing?
-Look, kid, -the woman named "Layla" spoke to me- I don't know what you came here to do, but if you want to open these gates then you must have the keys.
-So you're saying I have to go all the way outside, inspect some dead people's corpses and then come back here?
-Yup-she answered with a smile.
I threw myself to the floor, complaining like I was a little kid.
-I no no wanna…-I said in an exhausted tone-Isn't there another way to do this?
-Well, you can always use sheer force to do what you came here to do.
-I'm not opening this with my bare hands.
-Don't worry, I know you can't.-she said while pointing at my body with her hands-That body of yours only works for agility and nothing else.
She retrieved her hand and put it back in her cell, only leaving her head out of it.
-I once knew a really, really hot guy.-she said in a nostalgic tone-I bet he would've opened this already with those big arms of his.
I leapt up once she finished talking, focusing all my attention on her.
-Hot guy?! Chisme?!
-Yes, my boy. Chisme…-she answered me energetically.
The woman that I was trying to free before approached the gate of her cell and put her arm out.
-Ummm, excuse me? What is "chisme"?-she asked, confused.
-Something that you gringos wouldn't understand-I responded.
Layla moved her hand, trying to capture my head to pull my hair before saying.
-You little shit. I'm a gringa and I do know what "chisme" is.
-That's different, you look like the type of person that would know what that is-I answered while moving away from her hand.
-What do you mean I look like it? You've only seen my face!
-I don't know! Dying your hair red makes me believe that your outfit is something sick and cool.
-Yeah, yeah, whatever…
She rested her head against the bars. Then, she smiled and told us to get closer if we wanted to hear about the guy she met.
-Okay, so this happened like 3 months before they got me here. I was walking out of a mall after an unsuccessful scavenging session, and that's where I saw him approaching me. For some reason, he was completely soaked when he got close to me.
-And what happened next?-we asked, excited to know the rest.
-Well, I of course told him to get away or I'd be forced to use violence with him.
-And?!-the woman and I hugged through the iron bars.
-And he just dropped his backpack and his axes to the floor while putting his arms up.
-I don't get it,-I interrupted Layla-why did you say he was hot? He just sounds like a nobody from what you're telling us.
-Can you be patient and allow me to finish?-she threatened to hit me-*Ehem* Do you remember that I told you that he was completely soaked? Well, imagine this: A young man, around his early 20s, with his white shirt sticked to his body because of the water…
-Ooohhh… Now I get what you're talking about! -I claimed.
-Stop interrupting for fuck's sake! Let her finish!-said the woman that was hugging me before pulling my ear.
-Thank you Jenny.-Layla said before resuming her story-But that wasn't the best about him! His clothes were transparenting because of how wet they were, so you could see clearly how his abs and boobs were printed on them. If it wasn't enough, since his arms were up in surrender, you could also get a proper view of his biceps and triceps.
Me and Jenny giggled like little kids talking about their crushes. Just the description of him sent bumps on our skin.
-And did something happen after that?-we asked in unison.
-Yes! After that, he asked me to give him my sledgehammer.
-I don't get it. Is that a weird metaphor that adults use to say that they hooked up with someone?
-No, little man. I'm talking about a sledgehammer. Literally.-Layla answered-He said something about how my hammer shone in a special way, and I told him "Duh, it was made by Master Young".
I gasped when I heard her. Master Young? That's what people used to call my dad.
Wait, did that mean that she knew him?