Page 2 of Capturing Ava
“Please, please let me free.” He begs, begging me? Like a little lost boy.
I couldn’t believe that the once feared member of New York’s most notorious gang now appeared as a pathetic miscreant. The drool hung from his mouth while fear pierced his black eyes. He was unmissable, like staring into the abyss, devoid of soul.
My intention was to have fun before doing the world a favour.
“Please, please let me go.” He begs once more.
“Why would I do that?” I smirk, “when we are having so much fun.”
“Let me go, you crazy bastard.” He spits at me.
“Ah, that’s more like it.” I crack my knuckles after I throw him to the ground. “My mother used to tell me to never play with my food, but you know what?” He shakes his head as he scrambles on his hands and knees trying to move away from me. “It’s more fun when your food thinks it can get away.”
He scrambles to get on his feet and begins running.
The chase was on.
“Run, food, run.” I scream as I stroll in the same direction he’s just ran in.
This was the part I relished. Adrenaline pulsed in my veins. He accepted his fate, yet a glimmer of hope remained that he could escape. Be the first to outwit me.
I walk at a steady pace, my ears tuned to any signs of life. The thrill of the hunt fills me as I detect the vermin I’m about to eliminate. That he could outsmart me brought a chuckle to my throat.
Entering a room devoid of light, filled with death and decay. The only thing audible is the rhythmic tapping of my shoes on the concrete floor.
I’m close.
So close.
It filled the air with the noxious smell of vermin.
I am enveloped by the sound of his raspy breath.
I pause at the exact spot where I suspect something concealed him while closing in on the breathing. Looking around, I pause. “Guess the bastard outsmarted me,” I sigh. Listening to the ragged breathing slow to relief.
I wait.
I can detect the sound of his feet scuffling across the concrete floor. The only question was whether the little piggy would come out or if I would need to bring him out.
Once more, I wait. Although I’m a patient person, the anticipation drives me insane. Oh, so sweet would be the reward for ending his life! Despite the scuffing of his feet, he does not make a move to reappear. Kicking and squealing it is, I think with a smile.
Reaching down, my hand rests on the back of his neck and I hear the slow gasp of surprise. “You lose, little piggy.” While pulling his body across the floor and staring down at him with disgust. “Rossi, I must confess, I’m disappointed.”
“Listen—.” His eyes are pleading with me. Oh, he wants to make a deal. This should be interesting.
“Go ahead.”
He looks surprised.
“Sure, why not?” I smile. “You explain to me why I should let you go and maybe I will be generous and let you live today,” I smirk.
“You know who I work for, right?” Oh, and disappointment hits me again. I lacked a fucking better nature, which he failed to realize. Idiot.
“I do.” I smile, “You also should know by now that I don’t care who you work for.”
“Nikoli will rip you to pieces.” He screams.
I smile. “I’m looking forward to seeing that.” My foot stamps hard against his ribs and the cracking of his bones is like music to my ears. “Come on, Rossi, you know your little posse doesn’t scare me.”
