Chapter 6
Sadist aka 'the manical mind'
Abby swayed on his shoulder as he ran as fast as his feet would carry him through the halls. The light was minimal and the heat radiating from the walls made him slippery with sweat. He shot accurately at his enemies, careful to disable and not kill them where possible. He thought it was strange how one reacted in such a situation. His heart wanted to slaughter them but his head held him military disciplines fast.
With Abby securely with him he suddenly felt as though he might actually escape, gone were the fears that they would not get out alive. These were replaced by his determination to get her help, to make sure she would not die from her injuries.
He saw his exit. A wide door which seemed vaguely familiar to him, like something from a dream he had had. But he knew better, it was the door they had entered through hours before. How many hours? He had no idea, no watch. His eyes darted around sensing enemies on all sides and undoubtedly they were covering this exit and any others with the majority of the men. He found himself hesitating. He had no clue whether he should leave through this door.But there was no other option, he didn't know if there were any other ways out let alone where they could possibly be. There were no maps or escape plans stapled to walls. He glared at the door and made his decision.
Gripping her legs tightly he threw open the doors and ran, gun at the ready. But there was no one. The entire front yard was empty and the same truck they had arrived in lay running before him. 'Too easy.'
Salvador smiled from his vantage point, he knew Gibbs would never get into the truck. He knew Gibbs would not be stupid enough to fall for such a pathetic trap. And it was a trap, there was a bomb in the vehicle. But that was a precaution and one he was sure would not be required. Gibbs looked around assessing his surroundings trying to find the best way out and seeing none. There was a vast open deserted plain. The road to the north stretched for miles. Any escape on foot would be quickly crushed. Salvador enjoyed watching him sweat. There was no escape from him. And he certainly was suffering.
There wasn't much known about Salvador among his men or amongst his women. He kept it all to himself. He had no known family and most of the men wouldn't have even had a conversation with him. Even his second in command knew barely anything about him. And that was the way he wanted it. Gibbs had been responsible for the deaths of his father and his brother. His father had been the leader of an insurgent group and his brother was a drug runner. But he looked past what they did and all he saw was the death on Gibbs' head.
He had suffered for a long time without the two strong male rolemodels in his life. He had been beaten and stripped of his possessions. He had been to young and weak to protect his mother and sisters from the rape gangs that raided his home. He had had to grow up fast and learn to protect those he loved the most. But soon there was no one but himself left and he blamed himself for their deaths every single day.
His sadistic ideals had not been bourne to him by his father or his brother but rather by the company he had been forcd to keep. And it was the type of people he had hung around with who had shaped him into the lovely man he was today. He was the leader of a ragtag group of half insane men. But he was a leader. And though he had no love for them he felt like he was doing someone a favour by employing them and teaching them what a real man should be. He thought that he would do what his gang had done for him. They had shown him how to gain power, how to hold power and how to use the power he had gained. And in doing so they had created a desensitised monster who had one day over taken them with his own ideas and powers and had slaughtered them all. He had killed the leaders and their sons. And now he had the power he had always dreamed of.
There was only one way to use that power in from his perspective. Use it to kill the man that had made him this way.