Page 4 of Rhodie
“You interrogate him. We clean up. “
I nod at August.
“Shit, I don’t have my things!”
“No worries, Dayz, I’ve got your backup kit right here” Jules throws my bright floral duffel on the ground at my feet and once again I do a little wiggle dance. What can I say? It’s an involuntary thing like a dog’s tail wag, I guess. I clap my hands a couple of times, pick up my bag, and head toward a stainless steel bench table that is handily pushed up against the wall.
This whole time I haven’t looked once at the man who killed my parents, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not totally aware of him. He smells like old cigarettes and the inside of a taxi - musty and a little pukey. I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye and I can see he has a trickle of blood running from his nose, but other than that, he looks perfectly healthy. Which is good for me. More time for me to play with him. I pull the items out of my bag and lay them on the table one by one.
“Holy fuck, is that a mini saw?” I hear a rough voice breathe out. I smile to myself as I can hear the murmurs of the MC crew. They are starting to sound intrigued. I turn and clap my hands.
“Right, let’s get this shit started!” I turn and walk directly toward the captive. He’s tied to a chair that is situated over the top of a grate. I nod to myself. This will come in handy. Gesturing, one of my brothers brings me a chair. I’m not sure who does it, but one materializes behind me, so I take a seat. I stare at him for what feels like an eternity. Taking in every aspect of his face, from the greasy hair down to the pockmarks on his face. It doesn’t take long before he sneers at me.
“What the fuck do you want, bitch?” I look around the room before turning back to him.
“Oh, were you talking to me? I don’t answer to bitch. My name is Tuesday, and I’d like you to use it. I know that sometimes it’s hard to remember new names and all that, but I have a few ways to help you remember. “
Before he can open his mouth to spout more shit, I take the scalpel that I had hidden in my hand and slice down his jeans, starting from the top of his thigh. His eyes go wide as he looks at the trail of blood I’ve left down his leg, so mesmerized that he doesn’t seem to notice that I’ve ripped the jeans wide apart. I carve into his thigh, ignoring his grunts and growls. Once my name is done, I look back at him. “There, now you won’t forget my name, will you?”
“Argh fuck! You dumb bitch! You’ve just left evidence of who you are. How stupid can you be?” He grits out a laugh, which stops abruptly when someone from behind me steps forward. I take a glance and see it’s Marx. Instead of addressing me, he speaks to my brothers.
“Look, maybe this isn’t the best idea?”
August raises his hand and then nods toward me to continue. The MC guys looking none too impressed. I mean to them I’ve just signed my guilty plea. I turn back to the douchebag.
“Hmm, you’re right, that probably wasn’t very smart, was it? Oh well, better fix that” I give him my sweetest smile before leaning forward and cutting a perfect rectangle around my carved name. I then dig deeper, cutting through skin and the top of his muscle until I’ve cut a lovely flap of skin off the top of his thigh, all with my name attached. I quickly walk over to the table in the corner and grab a hammer and one of the wee tacking nails I like to use when I reupholster things.
“I don’t really enjoy having to look people in the eye too much. It’s so unnerving. And because you can’t seem to remember my name I think if I just stick this right here -” I say as I take the small nail and tack the skin flap with my name on it to his forehead
“- I can kill two birds with one stone. You can remember my name and I don’t have to make eye contact. Oh, and afterward I can burn this and no one knows it was me. Perfect!” I’ve ignored his screams and grunts this whole time, so I’m quite surprised when I realize that there is no other sound anywhere in the room. I turn to look behind me and I see the looks on the faces of the guys from the MC have changed. They look impressed. Rhodie gives me a small smile and a quick nod and I remember where I am. I turn back to my prey and give him a little shake. He must have passed out from being a pussy or something. I know that he’s got a lot of life left in him because I’ve tried these methods before. I give him a quick kick to the shin and he jerks awake.
“Welcome back! Right, I need you to tell me why you have been here the past seven nights. What are you looking for?”
He shakes his head from side to side and the skin I’ve nailed to his forehead flaps around a little, making a sound like someone being slapped with a tortilla.
“Listen, buddy, we can do this the easy way, where I won’t have to use any more tools on you, or the hard way. Where I work my way through my tool kit. The choice is yours.” I shrug, but it’s not like he can see much around my name.
“Ok, time’s up. Let’s try something else, huh?” I wander back to my tools and pick up my small wire cutters. I open and close them a couple of times before I look up at Tav.
“Please don’t leave too many small pieces Dayz, I get sick of having to pick them all up afterward,” he whines at me.
“No worries Tav, I have an idea” I smile back at him and he gives me a wink. I love how my brothers understand why I need to do what I do. It’s not just because I’m their baby sister and they’d do anything for me. It’s more than that. I think they all know that out of the four of us, I’m the only one that can. I don’t process emotions in quite the same way. Everything in my world is black and white, good or bad. I love it or I hate it. There is no in-between. I feel no remorse for putting the world back to rights and ridding it of bad people. It helps me sleep at night knowing that I have saved someone the same fate as my family or worse.
I turn back to my plaything, snapping my wire cutters along the way.
“Ok, let’s start off with something easy. What’s your name?” He sits stoically, still shaking that damn skin flap about.
“Times up, say bye bye pinky finger” I cut the top of his pinky off at the first knuckle
“Little girl, you don’t want to do the whole finger?” I hear Marx say over douchebags’ screams.
“Nah, this way I can cut this finger off in pieces, at least three pieces per finger. So instead of 10 questions, I get 30 before starting on other body parts.“
“Holy shit, that’s fucking genius. Rhodie, why didn’t you think of that?” I hear someone say, I think it’s Rider.
“I will now, fuck that’s the best idea I’ve seen in a while,” I hear Rhodie say back. I turn back to my work.
“Now, my brother kindly asked that I not leave too much of a mess, so you’re going to clean this up,” I tell the man in front of me. When he goes to open his mouth to say something, I quickly pop the end of his finger in there, then clamp his mouth and nose shut with my hands. I hold on until I feel him swallow. I hear a few gasps from the men behind me before I hear one grunt out,