Page 44 of Justified
“I will always… be… loyal… Cecil…Cecily,” she slurred.
“Yes, you are.”Thanks to all the information Nancy had given me, I knew just how I was going to take out Cecily.I had all my men’s clothes in the trunk of my car, but had managed to stuff a pair of black boxers in my purse.I was tired of looking like a woman, and even though I would have to take Nancy’s form in the morning, I wanted to sleep in my own skin for the night.
I stood up while Nancy watched, then leaned over, gagging her again.Chances were this little show was going to freak her out.I didn’t want her screaming and attracting attention.Now that I had her undivided attention—well, as much as I was going to get considering the drugs she was on, I began my transformation.Her eyes widened as she saw my body grow taller, firmer, and more muscular.My vagina dropped two balls and my cock grew, which had been a missed feeling between my legs.Hair grew on my arms and legs and dusted my chest; and before long, I had my own male body again.It was going to hurt like hell when I had to change into Nancy, but it was worth it to be me again.
Also, the look of shock and horror on Nancy’s face after witnessing my transformation was priceless.I walked into the bathroom and retrieved my purse, then returned to her bedroom.Climbing onto the bed, I removed the scalpel from my purse and held it up for her to see.Her eyes grew even wider as more sweat beaded her flesh.She was drugged, but still had enough sense to know she was in danger.
“I was going to let you live if you were just a person who made a dumb decision and felt trapped by your boss and her evil dealings.That was until you told me that you enjoy watching people be tortured to death.Well, that just changed up my whole plan.”
I took the scalpel and began carving my name, Cobra, into her chest, right between her perky breasts.She cried and whimpered as blood bubbled up from the wounds.I made sure to go deep with it, too, so it would really hurt.
“I like to leave my calling card on some of my victims whose crimes were so horrendous they deserved to stand as warnings to others,” I said as I worked on the “A” in Cobra.“Ah, there.That’s as nice as it’s going to get.”
I looked at my handiwork and had to admit I had shitty penmanship.I never said I was an artist, and carving on human flesh wasn’t the easiest canvas to work on.It looked slightly better than when I carved my name on Mr.Darring’s chest.So, that was good news.
“Did that hurt?”I asked her, and she nodded as tears and snot streamed freely down her face.She looked gross and I was glad she was scared.Now she knew how her victims had felt.Yeah, I was calling that last guy, and whomever else the mayor had killed for their enjoyment, her victims.She kept twisting on the bed, trying her best to escape, as she screamed with the gag in her mouth.
I pressed her back down on the bed.“Hold still now.I’m not done carving my message into your flesh.”I took my scalpel and began slicing more words into her abdomen.She cried and screamed the whole time.She thrashed so much on the bed, I had to straddle her in order to keep her still while I did my work.I must have looked like a mad man to her, and that was fine with me.People who made others feel terror needed to know what it felt like.
I sat back and looked at my work.The message I carved on her stomach was beautiful… except for the motherfucking typo.Damn it!It was this bitch’s fault for squirming, that was why I spelled “Killing” wrong.Instead of my clever message reading:I watched someone tortured to death on the Killing Game and now I’m dead, it read:I watched someone tortured to death on the Killng Game and now I’m dead.That damn typo took away from the full effect.Sure, I could do the little “i” over the letter and add the little arrow to indicate where it was supposed to go, but that would be worse.
Maybe I could squeeze it in.It wouldn’t look pretty, but my handwriting was craptastic anyway.I did just that, carving a little crooked “i” in between the “l” and “n”.There, now I was satisfied.Nancy’s torso was a bloody mess and she was beside herself with fear.I could smell her piss as it soaked through the mattress.Since I wasn’t some psychotic killer, I decided to go on and end her pain.I was saving the real show for Cecily anyway.
“When you meet your maker, tell him who sent you, bitch,” I growled, then slashed the blade of my scalpel across her neck.Blood poured from the gaping wound as she struggled to breathe.Her eyes bulged from their sockets as she stared at me until her life drained away with the flow coming from her throat.I had a few splatters of her blood on me, so I took the opportunity to take a shower.Afterwards, I slipped into my black boxers and looked back at Nancy.She was good and dead.I removed my gag and restraints.I wasn’t worried about my finger prints being on evidence, because I no longer had any.Mercedes’ prints wouldn’t raise any eyebrows because she was Nancy’s girlfriend and her prints would be found all over the place.The murder weapons wouldn’t be around for them to investigate.
Fact of the matter was, I had paid for those items and planned to use them again.As for Nancy’s body, I was going to leave it just the way it was.I did want to take a photo to show her good friend and lover, Cecily.So, I snapped a few images from various angles with my burner phone and then I raided Nancy’s clothes, picking out an outfit I was going to wear for tomorrow.According to Nancy, the Mayor’s driver picked her up promptly at six in the morning, which was just evil as fuck.
Anyway, once Nancy got picked up, she went to Cuppa Joe’s Beans and Bagels for a Macchiato and sour cream and chives bagel for Cecily.Nancy preferred a French vanilla latte and a glazed donut.Truth be told, I was looking forward to eating that donut tomorrow.I wasn’t too much for coffee, Jordan loved the shit.I’d take an apple juice or smoothie any day over coffee.Unless it was one of those coffees that tasted sweet and creamy like a frappe.
I got my outfit together, then walked out of the bedroom.No way did I want to spend any more time in there with a rotting corpse.I closed the curtains and sat my ass on her sofa and started watching TV.
“Are you done?”Jordan asked about thirty minutes later.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Listening to you kill her was… was something.A totally new experience for me.Do me a favor, next time, cut off your com until you need me again,” Jordan replied.
“Was it too much for you?”
“Kind of,” he said.“I had to turn my com off.Ijustturned it back on.Don’t get me wrong, I am completely on board with what you did.She deserved to die.I just—”
“Don’t want to see it or hear it,” I supplied.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, no worries, J.I’ll spare you Cecily’s death,” I said.
“Thanks.”
“Okay, so what’s up?”
Chapter eleven
“I’m just worried about how you’re going to deal with Cecily’s security team tomorrow.”
I had been thinking about how I was going to handle the four-man security team while I was watching TV.“Well, I’ve got enough sedatives to take out the two who will be in the car with us.As for the other two following, I plan on shooting them with my tranquilizer gun.Once I have them neutralized, I can pull the two out of the car, disable the tracking, and take Cecily someplace private.”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” Jordan agreed, then he hissed.“Jesus, these people deserve to burn in hell for eternity.”
