Valerie (4)

Using what I had learnt in the previous month's training I was able to identify four Cobra outlaw club houses within the city where they may have taken her or I could at least get answers. I knew that what laid ahead of this journey was nothing but blood and suffering, but it didn't matter. I needed to get her back and this hatred burning inside me wouldn't relent until I had extinguished it with their blood. I wasn't sure why but a voice had popped into my head at the ruins and it was infuriated that someone so pathetic would dare to even offend me yet alone take from me what I hold most dear.

Early the next morning, armed only with my hunting knives, a bag of explosives and deepening hatred I made for the first of the club houses. The building was surrounded by security cameras, a tall concrete fence, a ram proof gate and two people guarding the gate. I could easily scale the fence and stealthily look for the information that I wanted or Valerie and disappear just as easily but something told me I needed to make a statement. To send a message to the whole gang, not to fuck with me and give me back what is mine. Plus, I needed some blood to sate the hatred burning within and ever growing bloodlust. Today was not the day for stealth, today was the day for horrific violence.

I approached the two men guarding the gate, they stood on either side of the three metre long gate. They both wore blue jeans, black t shirts and a leather jacket with a large king cobra on the back. Their chests and arms were bulging with muscles from plenty of time spent in the weights room but their guts looked soft and flabby from plenty of time spent in the pub.

"What the fuck do you want kid." Spat the one on the left.

"Be a good dog and open the gate and fetch your master for me." I replied curtly.

"The fuck did you just say!?!" Shouted the one on the right.

"Sorry, did I stutter dog?" I replied calmly.

"Fuck you!" The one on the right yelled as they reached for the pistols they had stashed down the back of their jeans. No matter how quick they thought they were, it was never going to be quick enough. Before the one on the right could even reach his pistol, I closed the distance between us and with the crackling of his sternum and ribs pierced my hand into his chest. With a subtle flick of the wrist I quickly returned to my original position with my arm still outstretched. I was holding something warm, wet and ovoid in my hand. He hadn't realised yet but I was offering him his own heart. The pain pulsating through his chest must have brought him back to reality as he looked upon his own heart and terror twisted his ugly face before the life slowly faded from his eyes and gravity reacquainted his body to the ground. The on the left's jaw dropped and panic set in as he fumbled to grab his pistol, it seemed his head was all over the place and was causing him havoc. So I politely removed it with a spinning heel kick. His head soared over the fence and landed on the other side with a wet crack sound. I searched the two bloodied and lifeless bodies for anything that could be useful such as phones, money and weapons.

"These pistols might make things a fair bit easier." I cackled.

I could hear several people rushing to the other side of gate, cocking their weapons ready for a fight. From the noise it sounded like four people were directly behind the gate and there was one person on either side of it.

I stashed the guns into the back of my pants and drew my two knives as I walked up to a foot away from the gate. I took a deep breath in and then push kicked the gate with every ounce of strength that I had. The gate flew of its railings with a mighty metallic crack and flew ten metres backwards before it crashed heavily into the building behind it. Among all the confusion I stepped through the gateway and threw a knife to my left and other the my right. Once the dust had settled from impact, I surveyed the scene to find four blood smears along the ground from the gateway to the discarded gate and two men on either side of me each with a knife protruding from their foreheads.

My thought was cut off by five Cobra gang members running out of the building I kicked the gate into with shotguns. I smiled as I drew he two pistols I had picked up and fired five consecutive shots. Each shot landed perfectly between the eyes of the gang members as they charged towards me. In an instant the yard was once again quiet. I stashed my guns, withdrew my knives from their victims and searched the seven bodies before me. With the guards dispatched, it was time to collect some information. I kept my knives drawn as a walked into the clubhouse. There was Cobra memorabilia everywhere, so much so it was a little over the top. The giant Cobra mural assaulted your eyes as soon as you entered the building. Not to mention all the Cobra glasses, plaques and other useless junk. On my way to the clubhouse's main meeting room, I encountered and dispatched a few outlaws unceremoniously. After arriving at the meeting room I took a few moments to take in my surroundings and listen to the happenings on the other side of the door. When I was sure about the number of people and their location, I kicked the door open and mercilessly and instantly killed all of them with my knives with the exception of the clubhouse president. He trembled in fear as he lifted his shotgun towards me, his eyes were filled with anguish at the loss of his friends and his heart filled with despair at the ease of which they were dispatched. I instantly closed the gap and crushed the barrel of his shotgun as I stared deep into his eyes.

"It looks like you're beginning to understand your situation." I smiled menacingly.

"W-W--Who are you? What do you want from us?" He muttered as he cowered trembling in fear.

"I'm someone that you and your gang took everything from and I want it back. You're going to tell me where I can find her." I spat with hatred oozing out of every pore in my body.

"Her!?!...you mean that traitor's bitch!?! What do want with that wh.....AHHH" His yelling was interrupted by a flash of silvery grey movement followed closely by the departure of his hand from his wrist.

"If you do not wish to suffer any further then I suggest you never speak about her that way again and answer my fucking question."

"My hand!!! You took my fucking hand!!!" He screeched. In a blur of motion I took his legs from with under him and forcibly slammed his body onto the ground.

"Answer my question." I calmly insisted as I plunged one of my blades into his right thigh.

"I don't know where she is, one of the other clubhouses took care of that raid. We had nothing to do with it."

"Which clubhouse was it?"

"I don't know and even if I did I wouldn't tell you" he growled.

"Very well, I have no need for you then."

"Wha....ah...ah....." he gasped as I slit his throat and watched him slowly suffocate, never breaking eye contact with him. I wanted him to know true terror and suffer like I had suffered. When the last of his life had left his body, I searched through the clubhouse and took all the weapons, phones, laptops and money that I could find. As I searched throughout the clubhouse I planted several explosive charges that I had kept from the IED.

"Time to send a message." I smirked as I walked back through the gateway and triggered the explosive charges. With a thunderous boom the clubhouse was reduced to a fiery rubble as I disappeared into the distance. I felt so conflicted about the carnage I left in my wake. My conscience was screaming at me to stop and repent for the blood I split and the lives I ended, my heart was growing heavy with sorrow and disappointment. Yet, another voice screamed back.

The voice was growing louder and was taking me somewhere dark. The dark spiraling only fed the flames of hatred burning red hot within me.

"Time for the next target." I scoffed as an evil grin spread across my face and the conflict faded away. Now was not the time for sadness, now was the time for getting Valerie back safely and doing whatever I needed it took.