"Jason I'm leaving you in charge of my wife I need you to stay here and make sure she's okay; can you do that?" His chest puffed up just a bit and I saw a little of the cocky kid I'd met only a short while ago. "I can do that."
"Good I think there was talk of junk food in your future get to it. By the way you went hunting deer to work off some steam." He smirked at me before getting up to leave. His shoulders were slumped again by the time he reached the door. With my head in my hand I gave myself a minute to get my shit together. "Let's go end this."
I sat in the back of the limo almost dead inside, I'd turned off my emotions. Blossom had been a little less withdrawn by the time we left mostly because she had Jason to fuss over, but I'd essentially left two wounded kids to look after each other. Fuck me.
We pulled up to yet another out of the way warehouse, this time one of my own. It was dark out as the car drew to a stop and I got out. Gage and the others got out of their ride and came to join me. "Let's go." There was no point in standing around rehashing shit we all knew why we were here.
Inside the building I came up short at what I saw. The two men were sitting side by side strapped to chairs with their mouths taped shut. It wasn't that that had stopped me in my tracks but the way they were strapped from chest to ankles in what looked like yards of chain. What the fuck?
Without preamble I ripped the tape off of first one then the other. "Hello senator, I'm sure you know who I am." He glared around the room like a mad dog while the doctor looked like he was scared as fuck.
"Do you know who I am boy?"
"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.
"I'm not afraid of you, you can't touch me; what I am is bigger than you and the idiot masses."
"Oh really, I've been wondering about that. Tell me senator, if you have the power to turn Starks into an animal of the night why are you and your sidekick trussed up like two old bitches in my warehouse? What, you ran out of powers?"
"I'm not a fucking dog, you think I did all this so I could run around in the woods smelling my own ass?"
"Actually I have no idea what it is that you were trying to do. Why don't you fill me in since you've got nothing more pressing at the moment? If you didn't want to turn yourself into an animal exactly what is it that you were after?"
"I wanted eternal life." His eyes moved around the room like a feral cat ready to pounce. Maybe that's why the guys had used so many chains to bind these two. They were both bat shit crazy.
"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God."
"I am a god."
"Oh yeah, which one?"
"The one." He all but bellowed.
"Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries."
"You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.
"So tell me oh great one; how was it so easy for my men to get the drop on you and bring you here? Doesn't your power protect you from mere mortals? And why didn't your powers help you find what you were looking for in my house you fuck?" He glared at my men again.
"Uh boss, we uh … after reading that shit we found in Starks' diary we thought it best to take certain measures." Gage looked embarrassed by his admission.
"Like what Gage?" This shit is fucked I'm surrounded by crazy fuck people.
"We silvered them."
"You what?"
"We tranqued them with some shit that's supposed to combat whatever the fuck they're on. The cuffs and chains are pure silver." I just looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language.
"It only worked because I'm not at my full power yet, had I been you fools could never have touched me." Well he's fucking nuts, plain and simple. I'll deal with my men's fuckery at a later date. Fucking werewolves and silver and shit what the fuck? But wait. "Why weren't you at full power?"
"That's what that little bitch was for, she was supposed to be my entrée into the inner realm. Just a few more months that's all the time I needed. Eighteen years I spent cultivating her … " He got an ugly look on his face as he sneered his next words at me. "Did she tell you I finger fucked her since she was twelve?" He laughed the demented old fuck. I walked around behind him and pulled his head back so our eyes met.
"Let's see just how powerful you are you fuck." I doubt he even felt the sharp blade of my stiletto as it sliced across his throat. The doctor pissed himself and tried to run in his chair as blood sprayed every which way. I walked around in front of him so I could look him in the eye. This motherfucker was the one to touch her. He followed me with eyes of fear. His body shook like he was in a gale storm, perfect. "Good you're scared. I hope you're more afraid than she must've been each time you entered her room you perverted fuck. Did you enjoy tormenting her?"
"I … I was just following orders, it wasn't my idea."
"You think that shit absolves you of guilt? That you were just following orders? Since you like following him so much you can follow him into hell." He tried scooting back in his chair to get away from my advances. I walked around behind him out of view. "Are you a righty or a lefty? Never mind it doesn't matter." I sawed into his wrist with the bloody knife. He screamed long and hard before passing out.
"Wake this piece of shit up." Stefan was only too happy to step forward and smack him in the face a couple times. Shit this shit didn't take so long in the damn movies.
He finally came to when Maurice passed some shit under his nose. I guess it took a second or two for the pain of his severed limb to set in but it couldn't have helped that I held the shit up for him to see. Then the screaming started up again. I was through, all I wanted was to get back home to my woman and be done with this shit. I walked up close and held his eyes as I plunged the blade through his black heart.
No one had made a sound as I stepped back to take in my handy work. "Okay you superstitious fucks how do we get rid of these assholes so they don't show up in my fucking bedroom in the middle of the night?" I was only slightly joking because I didn't know anymore. People believe in some serious shit. I guess it was easier to believe in that shit than to accept that some human beings could really be that fucking evil.
"We're going to burn the bodies then crush the bones into powder and take that shit out to see." I looked at Maurice who sounded like he was having way too much fun looking forward to that shit. "How long does something like that take? Somebody is bound to notice the asshole senator missing before too long and when they do we don't want his carcass laying around."
"Not to worry boss we've got a date with a crematorium only they don't know it."
"Fine I'll leave you to it then, I have to find an all night bookstore my wife wants decorating magazines or some shit." I walked away and out into the night air.
Epilogue
We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That's when we found out we'd only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we'd scraped the bottom of the barrel we'd unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We're talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would've read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line. Only this shit wasn't a story, this was real. Pages upon pages of documented records of the atrocities one class had perpetrated on another for almost two hundred years. At least that's as far back as we were able to go.
After the initial rescue when I'd finally been able to go visit the children and see what kind of state they were in, we'd said fuck it and just went ahead and got the others out immediately. Seeing that shit firsthand shed a whole new light on the situation and my team assured me they could get in and out without loss of life to any of the children we were rescuing. Blossom had wanted to come but again I held firm on that. There was no way I was letting her get anywhere near this shit. Some of the young girls had atrocious injuries. Wounds that because of their placing you knew right away what had caused them. Like the one child who'd been tied up like a dog since her captivity, her poor little wrists were rubbed raw almost to the bone. I couldn't bear the stories that the psychiatrist dad had brought in had to share. Things she'd recorded because it was all going to be used in the media and the courts when I got through exposing these assholes. I'd had to put that off for a minute as well. Couldn't very well do it so soon after having their blood on my hands, that might raise all types of suspicions.