Chapter 15: “God of Anger” Droid
The entire way into the building there’s, blood, bullet casings and bodies everywhere. I can’t tell where they end and begin. The air is heavy with the stench of copper and sulfur. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to have been here while it was all going on.
All around us our men are pulling out the wounded to be questioned and handled as we pass by heading downstairs to a room in the basement. It takes my eyes a minute to adjust as we head into the dark space. Ky holding my hand helps me off the last step that has a good foot drop to the basement floor. Clearly they were starting renovations to have their clubhouse more like ours.
I look up to see a light ahead with Stryker and Mercy standing by a man tied to a metal pipe in almost the same fashion I had been. The events from earlier in my mind gone, replaced only by rage and something else I couldn’t quite place. Calm maybe?
All the men that normally sit around the same table in church enter the room behind me. Ky at my side as we approach Dante. He looks up from his spot on the pole.
“You let your bitch come with you and call the shots now Sadist? You're weak.” I show him the same treatment he gave me as I elbow him in the face feeling his nose crack under the blow.
“Is that anyway to treat to a lady?” I ask as he holds his ground. The men behind me are silent as they take in the scene before them.
“Fucking cunt! When I get free I’m going to fucking kill you!” I smile and look down at him, from my position he’s looking up at me
“Well you can try. Even if you did somehow make it through me do you really think you’d make it through them?” I nod my head at the men behind me. When he glances at them, I take the opportunity to stab a small knife into his spinal column making his arms and legs useless. But still able to feel pain. “Pity, I just don’t think that's going to work out for you.” His eyes look at me in horror. “You see Sadist and I are a lot more alike than you think. We both like pain, we both have a passion for knives and we both enjoy hurting other people.” I look up to see Ky’s silver eyes completely black as he looks at me lust written across his face. Dante finds his voice again
“What are you going to do?” I nod at him tsking, waving the knife back and forth in a disciplinary movement his blood dripping off the blade
“All your men are dead, your fortress has crumbled, and now the king has been dethroned and must pay for his evil ways.” His face begins to pale considerably. “Sadist.” I can’t see him but I feel him by my side. I look Dante in the eye “Let's put him on display for all the others who think they can top the King and Queen of Malicious Intent.” Ky moves to hold Dante’s head steady and I begin carve our initials into the flesh of Dante's chest his color drains completely.
I start to heat up one of Ky’s knives with a butane lighter waiting for their edges to glow orange. “I need him on that table on his stomach please.” Ky and Pinky set to work on moving Dante from the pole.
“Let me go! I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t even fucking move!” He's laid on his stomach on the table body limp other than his constant head movements and talking. Pinky and Ky stand on either side of the table next to us. With their help I step on to the table and straddle Dante's back immediately taking the orange glowing knives to the top inside of his shoulder then down to just under his shoulder blade, pulling slightly outwards creating two flaps.
I set to work on severing the muscle holding the bone in place. The hot blades cauterizing as the cut is made to hold off bleeding. I ignore Dante’s screams and open the skin on his back laying it to the sides.” His screams growing louder causing me to lose focus in my work.
“SHHHH!” I bring the same blood covered knives to his lips, he stares back at me silently “Did you know when the Vikings created this punishment, they believed that if you sat silently without screaming through this your soul would be allowed to enter the gates to Valhalla, aka their Heaven. If you screamed your soul would not be allowed passage, and then you would be lost left to wander for all eternity. If you believe in any sort of God now maybe the time to reflect on these words.”
Going back to work I notice Ky’s eyes are wide as he watches. I try to stay focused cutting into the muscle and beginning to lift the first of Dante's wings from his back before setting to work on the other one. One slice at a time.
Childhood memories of Ky teaching us how to gut and clean a deer flash through my head. I learned my lessons well becoming one of his best students. Reaching into the second gaping wound in his back I pull out his remaining shoulder blade and the flesh on top of it to look like the wings of an eagle.
“Dante? Are you still with me?” I get a wheezing sound in response. Pinky splashes salt water in Dante’s face warranting a grunt and Dante coming to “This is the price you pay. For the torture you bestowed upon others. For the women and men you burned your markings into and the beatings and rape they took.” I come to the table eye to eye with the man who tortured me, making sure my face is the last he sees during his final moments. “String him up boys.”
Ky:
I have never been harder in my life. Watching my four foot ten inch tall woman do a blood eagle on some someone who wronged her in the worst ways. At her request the guys move forward to string the president of The Devils Posse up displaying his new wings for all to see. Pinky steps up beside me his eyes on Lexi her face still determined.
“Damn man, what the fuck are you teaching that girl?” I smile.
“Not a damn thing she came up with that one on her own. I was in the dark as much as you were.” He looks me over. No point in hiding the fact I’m hard as a rock.
“Well everyone's said it for years but I think they were right to say that y’all were made for each other. She’s a tiny little demon lady forged in the fires of Hell for the Devil himself.