"What's that smell"? Linc said wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"You know what the smell is", said Michael nodding towards the backseat at the mostly asleep T-bag. "It's Frankenstein's monster's hand back there rotting in the heat". T-bag muttered something unintelligible at Michael's words. He could hear the pretty plan man and his brother talking about him, but was much too sleepy to care. He continued to doze as the three of them drove into the approaching darkness.
T-Bag was jolted awake swearing loudly when the car hit what he thought was a bump.
"Where the hell did you learn to drive pretty"...he started meanly, but his words left him when he realized he was alone in the car. Both the driver's and the passenger side doors were wide open, but Pretty and his brother were no where to be seen. "What the hell"? T-Bag said under his breath. Then, "You two boys wouldn't happen to be playin' with me, now would you? You wouldn't be plannin' on ambushin' me an tryin' to take what's mine", he continued as he slipped from the backseat of the car.
He surveyed the darkness around him looking for a sign of where the brothers might have gone. Realizing he was alone, he stuck his head in to the car. Seeing the keys hanging in the ignition, he snatched them up quickly, and made his way around to the trunk. He opened the trunk and poked his head in to see if the money was still there. The bag was gone. "Damn-it"! He swore loudly. He had been duped! He slammed the trunk hard, and was about to turn around when the burlap sack went over his head, and he was knocked to the ground.
When T-Bag awoke he was tied to a table. He glanced around taking in his new surroundings. There were a lot of machines and medical equipment like he remembered from watching ER with Susan.
But he really had no clue what most of them was for.
He pulled on his restraints but to no avail. "I'm tied up like a hog at a rodeo", he mumbled to himself. The door opened at that exact moment and in walked his captor. He craned his neck to watch as the man made his way around the room adjusting things. "Hey, tall, dark and gruesome, would you mind loosening this a wee bit? It seems to be aggravating my ah.. condition", said T-bag nodding his head towards his smelly hand. The man ignored him completely as he continued to push buttons and pull levers. "HEY"! T-Bag said yelling this time. The man's head jerked up and T-Bag got a good look at him for the first time.
The man was hideous to say the least. He had a misshapen head and his eyes didn't appear to be quite even. T-Bag made a face and barely refrained from saying something derogatory about the man's mother, as
the man put his face close to his. The man moved a little closer and began to sniff. He moved a little and sniffed again. He moved and sniffed until his nose came level with T-bag's rancid hand. "What the hell did you do to your haaandd"? The man said mocking T-Bag's accent. But the voice that issued out of his maw was gravelly and wet making even T-Bag shiver.
The man then began to poke at the stitches holding T-bag's hand to his wrist. "Hey, what the hell you think your doin' birth defect"? T-Bag said trying to pull away from the man's prying fingers. The man gave him a look that made T-bag wish he could pull the words birth defect back into his mouth. Well, this wouldn't be the first time he had ever pissed someone off with his smart mouth, he thought trying to calm himself. He just hoped it wouldn't be his last. "I didn't mean anything by what I said, you know? I mean, I am of a certain ahhh, heritage myself", he spoke quickly trying to appease the man a bit.
The man looked back at T-Bag's hand and continued to poke and prod. "Listen, I know where we can get our hands on a lot of money. If you let me go, we can go get it together. What do you say"? T-bag said hopefully. The man began to pull on the hand. T-Bag felt the stitches stretch. And then the man pulled harder. T-bag heard the stitches snap and his skin begin to tear.
T-bag's ears were then filled with the sound of his own screaming, as the hand was ripped from his body and thrown into a bucket at the man's feet.