Chapter 21 : Snatch
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Malachy whined outside the assistant principal's office. He was sent down to the miserable old witch's office after several episodes of noncompliance with a substitute teacher.
"In your own words, Mr. Holmes, would you mind telling me what you think you're here for?" The assistant principal asked him.
Malachy smiled as he looked back fondly, "Where do I begin. I ruined that substitute's day. He might be looking for a new career.
He was going on and on about his daughter, his little angel that is so much better behaved that me, so I go 'yeah I know your daughter, she asked me if I had any weed.' The dick sent me to the hall. Can you believe that asshole? The fuck is me standing in the hall, out of class, going to teach me about being disrespectful?
When I came back I was told we were working on story books. It just so happens that mine is about an inner city gang of children that rob and violates Santa Claus. I also happened to finish my story an choose to share it with my peers.
I not sure what exactly got me sent down here. It may have been all the colorful racism or the fact that the moral of my story was 'fuck Santa' I wasn't opened to any criticism and called the sub a silly bitch. So here we are. You look nice today."
"With mouth like that there is no surprise why you're here young man!" The shrill disciplinarian stated.
"Oh get fucked you dried up hag...I mean: why ever do you say that?."
"That's it Mr. Holmes! Two days suspension for your behavior!"
"This is a fucken joke!"
"I see you live in town. You can walk home."
"Whatever.."
Malachy was making his way home laughing to himself. Seriously who still does that? He thought letting the bad kids walk themselves home went out with the horse and buggy. Nothing surprised him with this ass backwards town.
"This is such a joke!" Malachy giggled. "What a silly bitch!"
A truck pull up behind Malachy. Malachy grinned when he saw it was Devon driving it. With Reggie safely hide there was no reason for Malachy to be afraid of him. He is going to have to fuck with him.
Devon pulled the truck up closer to him and call out, "Hey! ain't you supposed to be in school?"
"Ain't you supposed to be at least fifty feet away from all minors?" Malachy retorted.
"What if I call the deputy and tell him I got me a truant?"
"I don't know what if you? Is that supposed to make me nervous?" Malachy smirked, "silly silly bitch."
"Get in the truck and I'll give you a ride home!" Devon said sternly.
Malachy glanced inside the truck inquisitively. "Shit guy, are you sure you're old enough to drive that thing?"
"Ha ha very funny, kid get in the truck!" Devon said, "you're mom sent me."
"I'm gonna call bullshit! Look I've got stuff to do. I'm on my way somewhere. Fuck off dick buffer!"
"Where are you going? Let me take you there. It's too hot to be walking anywhere."
Malachy's creep meter was going crazy he wanted to run but it was way more fun to mess with him. "I'm on my was to the town's water supply, I've gotta take a piss.."
"I'm an elder."
"Yeah! Hahaha you are!"
"I ain't gonna say it again. Get in the truck!"
"Ok I'll just gonna fuck off now so you won't have to." Malachy turned to keep walking.
Malachy didn't get far. Devon ran out of the truck and grabbed him by his shoulders.
"What the fuck!" Malachy screamed.
Malachy continued to belt out slurs and accuse Devon of pedophilia. Devon carried him kicking and screaming to the truck.
Malachy threatened, "When I get out of here I'm gonna kick your ass! Then my family is going to kick your ass!"
Devon drove Malachy to the place Walter had ordered him to. It had everything it needed to hide a kid. It was in the middle of nowhere, there was a terrifying attack dog and meth-freak to guard the kid at night. Malachy will be staying at Mac's house.
Walter and, a very pissed off Mac, was waiting for them as they pulled in.
Mac sits on his couch and taps his boot impatiently. "I can't believe you fuckin using my place for this shit!"
"Mac," Walter answers, "you don't sleep, this is just the place you go to get high. After that bitch destroy the kitchen I know you're not dumb enough to bring her here."
Mac was furious. "That fucken whore! I'm gonna kill her!" As he barked he flipped the coffee table in anger.
"I told you that you will. I'm just trying to get help from our friends in Mexico for the rest of them. In a few weeks this little shit will be an orphan."
"Maybe I'll fucken kill him in front of him momma. Make her watch or make her do it." Mac plotted.
"They're here." Walter said while looking out the window.
Before they entered the house Mac put on a gas mask to hide his face. "In case he gets away. I don't want to go to prison for something you morons did. I don't want to fuck up my chances of killing the bitch either."
Walter nodded like he understood. It was a pretty good idea.
Devon practically threw Malachy inside demanding, "Shut this little fucker up!"
Malachy kick and thrashed his arms and legs, all the while continuously screaming, "help help this guy fucks little boys!"
Devon looked at Walter and said, "see what I had to deal with, this kids a fucking nightmare."
"I believe the word you're looking for is tease, boy-fucker!" Mac quipped.
"Fuck you asshole! I could have used you out there!"
"I ain't having anything to do with this. This is your shit show."
"Fucking traitor!"
"Boys!" Walter called out to Mac and Devon. "Stop fighting!"
Malachy looked around at the shit hole he was not surrounded by. Looking at Devon then at Walter and Mac, Malachy says, "Well if you have taken me somewhere to rape me you've picked the perfect spot. Not! You guys are fucking freaks! At least give me a head start to hide before you hicks start disemboweling and skull fucking me!"
Walter spoke softly to calm Malachy down, "we ain't gonna rape you boy, do we look like rapists?"
"Actually you're right." Malachy points to Devon, "I don't think your fairy princess has it in him. You probably need a fucken family size bottle of Viagra to get it up..." Malachy then points to Mac, "now Jeb over there is probably my only reason to keep my butthole tight. You sir have rapist written all over you. Trust me I know. My uncle is rapist."
Devon pointed at Mac and started laughing.
"Look it boy!" Walter said getting angry, "we don't fuck with children. My associate there is only going to make sure you don't do anything stupid. You see boy, you're family, your fucking uncle, stole something very important to us. You are insurance so we will get that something back safely. A life for a life, you understand?"
"Sure I understand I'm not as dumb as you people," Malachy smiled. "You're gonna get it!"
"You think we're afraid of your uncles? Boy, I ain't afraid of shit!" Walter laughed.
"My uncles are the least of your worries. My mom is going to come down on your people like a plague." Malachy said as he stretched out on the couched, "so it would behoove you morons to take real good care of me. I'm going to take a nap wake me in three hours with pizza for dinner. It better be pepperoni or you'll rue the day."
Ginger and Sid go through the complicated task of separating the bottom half, of a body, from the top half. The order was for the processed remains of a male's upper half.
"This would be a lot easier if we just slit his throat." Sid said as he struggled to saw through the man's pelvis. The screams were something he could tolerate. It was strange that, for Sid anyway that they were coming from a male because usually his victims are female and the males he does kill have typically been dispatched before they can see what the inside of their bladder looks like. The victim was tied down so he couldn't fight back. The saw was getting dull and Sid's arms were getting tired because he'd been at it for hours, "is it your turn yet?"
Ginger sat nearby Sid, on a stool, enjoying the show and taking in every whimper. She took photos of the mess Sid was making and the pathetic look in the man's eyes as he witnessed his body slowly separate. She was so into the moment that she barely heard Sid's question and didn't respond. She just sat with a satisfied grin.
"Well if you don't want to take over for a bit," Sid tried again, "I'm gonna take the tourniquet off it."
Ginger heard that. Her eyes zeroed in on her victim as she stood up and spoke, "Can you believe how I found this waste of spunk? Harassing the poor girls that work at
the doughnut shop. He's at least fifty years old and the fucking pig is trying to get a seventeen-year-old to take their tops off. Fucken predator." Killing bastards like him are the stuff they do that they consider to be a public service.
Ginger walked over to a toolbox that was on the garage floor. She opened it and looked over and studied her victim. She looked at Sid, "do me a favor and grab an alcohol swab. I want him to feel everything."
Sid laughed put down the saw and patted the man on his shoulder. "Man you are fucked, once she gets started you are going to be missing me and my saw."
The man slowly moved his head from side to side and moaned in pain, pleading, "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise."
"I won't tell anyone I promise." Sid mocked, "why does everyone say that? I don't care who you tell. Shit, I'm going to tell everyone. We are doing this no more than a stone's throw away from a hotel, I want some stupid hero to come knocking."
"I didn't do anything you monster!" The man yelled, "I don't deserved this!"
"Don't deserve this?" Ginger asked grabbing a hidden object from the toolbox. "Are you sure?"
Before the man could answer Sid waved the alcohol swab under his nose, the smell perking him right up out of his unconscious state. "Ginger you want me to gag him?"
"You know what Sid? Yeah I do. I'm on an eye kick. Make sure I can see his eyes and gag him tight."
As Sid gagged the man, Ginger whispered, "it's going to be alright. Help is coming. I'll let you go if you behave."
The man struggled in his restraints but the gag did a great job of hiding the sounds. Only muffled no's and tears, lots of tears.
Ginger got down as close to him as she could and appeared to be inspecting her brother's handiwork. She gently ran her fingers over the deep wounds. Like a lioness planning where her first attack should land. Her eyes never left the victim. He was shaking.
"Why can't I instill this amount of fear?" Sid asked himself. He knew Ginger wouldn't hear him, she was somewhere else.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soothing and deliberate. She asked the man in a way a mother would question their child when they misbehave, "so you didn't do anything wrong? Are you sure?
I heard you like little girls? Dirty old man, you like to pick at their souls don't you? You like the feel? Well if you like to pick I've got something for you," Ginger pulls out a long screwdriver and starts to slam it into the man's open wound. She pounds the screwdriver home over and over again until the torso is separate from the lower extremities. This leaves Ginger exhausted and covered with blood and gore. Finally she takes the man's pulse and sighs, "quitter."
Later as she's cleaning up and Sid is finishing the actual processing work she gets a call from Malachy's school saying that he is on his way home. The assistant principal explained Malachy's situation and that she had sent him home hours ago.
Realizing every parent's worst fear Marshall, Sid and Ginger sit around the kitchen table and call their father.
They tell Henry Holmes about the situation. Ginger wants to scalp them. Sid wants to burn them alive. Marshall wants to chop them up piece by piece while they're still alive like a Gingerbread man.
Henry listens to no one. "Let me think." He orders, "for now, do nothing. Play nice."
"What?" Ginger shouts, "those bastards stole my son and you want me to play nice?"
"That's what I said!"
"What if my finger slips and one of them gets their throat cut?" Sid asks.
"Hands off them for now! That's an order!" Henry barked and slammed the phone.
The three stare at each other for a second in silence before until Marshall speaks up, "so since we can't break every bone in their body, what do we do till then?"
"Act normally." Ginger said blankly.