Each step towards the gate brought the night farther down upon them. Within
eight feet of the gate the wind, which was blowing fierce a moment ago,
died to nothing. Within six feet the barking of the neighborhood dogs ended
in a wheezing noise. Within four feet the gods blew their breath across the
street, fog so thick seeing a foot in front of you was a blessing. Within
two feet Jason and Tom came to the gate, completely hidden by the fog.
Tom slid through the bars as Jason climbed effortlessly over it, not minding the security cameras that were following him around. He knew they couldn't see him nor Tom, didn't care if they did or not. Vengeance was his tonight. Two deaths were on his hands as a child, numerous more as an adult. Tonight he would end it here, the suffering he has caused, the loneliness he has been going thru, the peace young Tommy needs.
They crossed the yard towards the front door. They couldn't see where they were going, but a minute ago the crow had risen above the fog, was guiding them towards the house and what awaits inside.
A Doberman came out of a bush to Jason's right, and as it came close it leaped for his neck, jaws open. Jason ducked, pulling Tom down with him. He reached up with his right hand, grabbed the dog's collar, and yanked it back, swinging it towards a nearby tree. Jason found this to be effortless, the dog weighing nothing at all almost. He released the dog, got Tom up, and kept walking towards the house. They didn't turn around when they heard the dog hit the tree, a yelp came the same time sharp noises of bones breaking, then a dull thud of the lifeless body hitting the grass.
They climbed the ten steps to the front door, taking notice of the two guards guarding it.
"Ahem, excuse me, what are you two doing here? We weren't told anyone was coming," asked the guard on the left. They were taller than Jason, each about six foot, four inches, and muscular underneath their loose fitting tux. One was black, the other white, and they looked like the Yin-Yang of the mafia industry.
"We have no appointment, we have no welcome pass," Jason told them, looking each one up and down, trying to figure out how to get past them, "we, me and the boy, Tom, have come for Steve Cappini."
"HEY!!! You will not mention his name in mine or anyone else's presence," the white bodyguard told them, poking Jason in the chest. "How dare you."
Jason took the man's finger, bent it back in a 45 degree angle, and shoved it into his left eye. The man went down, dropped to his knees. The other man brought out his gun and tried to fire it at Jason, but he turned his body, the bullet going past him. He spun around the man, pulling the gun behind his back and pointed it at his back. Using his index finger, he pulled the trigger, bullets entered his lower back, red spots showing up on his chest from where the bullets were coming thru.
The man's body started to go limp, and Jason let him fall. He looked to his right, down at Tom who had covered is eyes the whole time.
"Let's go Tom," he said, grabbing his hand after cleaning most of the blood off. They opened the doors and walked into the awaiting hallway. There was a door at the end, on either side was closet racks for the coats. They marched on forward towards the opposite door. Upon opening it, they were greeted by an empty room. It was huge, a giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, a stairwell on either side of them led to the second floor, a doorway to the left probably led to the living room or kitchen, another doorway to the left led elsewhere.
"Which way?" Tom asked. Jason looked around, not sure how to proceed. If they went into each room, they would eventually be noticed and Cappini would be noticed. But where to start.
"Upstairs," Jason decided.
They went along the left stairwell towards the next floor, peeking around the corner down a hallway. No one was there. They opened the first door they came to on the left side and opened it, no one in there. A bathroom.
"Stay here," Jason said to Tom. "Let me do this alone, you don't need to see what may come."
"But I want."
"No," he whispered, "though we can't die, I can't stand to see you hurt. Please, just wait here for me."
Jason turned towards the door, stopped when he felt Tom's hand on his own. "Be careful" he said, then turned and hid in the bathtub, closing the curtain.
Jason exited the bathroom, and turned left, opening the next door he saw. Inside was a man on the bed, sleeping. He could hear the snoring ten feet away. Jason walked in and up to the man. He placed his left hand on his mouth the same time he cupped his right hand onto his neck.
The man came awake, startled, but couldn't move do to the pressure on his neck.
"Are you Mr. Cappini?" Jason whispered into his ear.
The man shook his head no, and upon doing so Jason applied enough pressure to his larynx to crush it, blocking in the windpipe, killing the man instantly.
He covered the dead man with the blanket and walked out of the room quietly, going to the next room.
There was no one in the next one, or the following two rooms, and Jason moved stealthily across the floor that joined the two hallways from the stairs. There were four rooms here.
Three of them were empty, extra bedrooms possibly. The fourth contained a couple having sex, the woman on top, her back to the door. He opened it quietly, sure that even if he had kicked it open no one could have heard the door open anyways. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, he found nothing. The room had a fireplace, but was probably gas lit. Hmmmm.
Jason turned the gas for the fireplace on, then reached in and pulled the pipe away from the fake wood, pointed towards the bed. He then walked over to them, on the right hand side closest to the door.
"Ahem, excuse me, are you Steve Cappini?"
The woman screamed aloud, the man looked at Jason, trying to figure out where he came from.
"HEY, what the fuck you doing in here mother fucker? I'm going to kill your mother fucking ass for barging in here you mother fucker?"
The man tried to reach the end table for his gun, but couldn't because of the woman still on top of him.
"Please, just answer the question," Jason asked him.
"You are a dead mother fucker. Mr. Cappini you looking for huh, well, you can see him later in hell since you are going there now mot."
Jason turned around, pulled out a book of matches he had on him. He lit one, then lit the whole book, and then threw it at the gas pipe.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, please continue what you were doing."
The lit book of matches ignited the gas, which shot like a ball of fire at the bed, igniting the bed sheets, moving up to the woman's hair and curtains that draped over the bed. The man tried to get up, but with the woman on top lowering herself, applying more pressure to his chest, he couldn't. She kept screaming, using her hands to bat at her head, trying to get the fire out. Burns and sores started to sprout on her back and face, and the pain finally was too much for her as her body dropped onto the man's, pinning him as she burned on top of him. He started to scream too, but Jason didn't wait to see that. He walked out, closed the door, and put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the doorknob as he left.
He waited in an adjourning room, door cracked, waiting for others to come to the screaming man. Three men came, and upon kicking the door open, he learned that neither of them were Cappini. One man he put his face through drywall, the other two he grabbed the sides of there heads, and banged them together. He heard a crack, kept his eyes up to the ceiling, and looked back when he felt the bodies slide from his grasp. Blood and brain tissue still clung to his hands. I guess 'm a lot stronger than I thought, he said as he closed the door again and went downstairs.
Jason wiped his hands on his jacket as he went down the right hand stairs, then went thru the door at the bottom. It was a dining room, no one inside, no adjourning rooms or doors either. He closed back up and turned around, came face to face with a man with a gun pointing to his head.
"Mother fucker, I don't know who you are, don't know what the fuck you are doing here, but you now have 10 seconds to explain to me why you are fucking with me."
"I guess you are Cappini?" Jason stated.
The man laughed, looked at him Jason, then shot him in the leg.
Jason fell to his side, not really in pain, but using this to his advantage.
"That you are right my bum-looking friend. Now, who are you, who sent you, what do you want, and if I fucked your wife I'm sure she was bad."
Jason laughed at this, then tried to get up, faking that he was in pain. He knew the bullet wound had closed up, and he reached down to smear some of the blood over the hole to bring about no questions about this.
"You are a killer."
"Dumb ass, I'm a hitman, of course I am."
"You killed a bum on a bridge 9 ½ years ago, and a little boy 8 years ago, before you were a hitman."
Cappini looked at Jason, then shot him in the other leg, dropping Jason again.
"I kill people all the time."
"But not when you were young."
He laughed loud, his voice echoing throughout the hallway. He turned his attention back to Jason.
"When I was a boy, I had killed a bum, a boy, two schoolgirls, a nun, and four babies, all before I turned 18. Now, don't be upset if I don't remember a bum or a kid, because I don't. I don't remember anyone I killed. Why? Why should I, they are dead."
Cappini pulls out his cellphone, dials a number that can be heard upstairs.
"Come down." he speaks into it, then turns it off.
A door can be heard upstairs, followed by footsteps. Jason looked up, seeing a man in a red suit bringing down Tom. Tom wasn't conscious, or if he was he was acting very well to the part. The man had his arm around his head and arms, Tom's legs dragging behind them.
"Now," Cappini said as the man stood next to him, "why would you bring a boy here to the slaughterhouse you made? Are you sick, or just majorly fucked in the head?"
The man passed Tom to Cappini, then Cappini slapped Tom several times, trying to wake him. Tom's eyes flew open, looking up at him.
"You." Tom wheezed out of his mouth.
"Me? Who am I to you? Do I know you like I should know this man here?" pointing to Jason.
"You.you killed me."
"Son, if I killed you, you wouldn't be here right now."
He turned towards Jason, the gun pointing at Tom's head.
"Now we get to the bottom of this. Who are you?"
"My name's Jason."
"Jason.hmmm.don't know a Jason. How do I know you?"
"Years ago you killed me, hit me with your car on a bridge."
Cappini started to laugh, then stopped himself, mouth wide open. He closed it, looked back at Jason.
"No one knew about that. There was only three of us there."
"Four," Jason interrupted.
"Three alive dumb fuck. You can't be him, he was a bum on the street. Looked like he was going to off himself, I just gave him a hand. How do you know about it?"
"I'm the bum."
Cappini moved closer to Jason, bringing Tom with him. He was a foot from him, the gun still at the boy's head.
"Now, you tell me the truth, or I kill the boy, a bullet through the head, no coming back."
Jason looked at him, then looked at Tom. Tom was crying, not wanting to die, but he knew there was no other way. This killer wanted to spill blood, the truth was being told. And though he knew neither him nor Tom could die, just going to see the boy get shot was making his blood boil.
"That is the truth."
Cappini let out a sigh, looked to Tom, kissed his forehead, lifted his head, then shot him. The bullet entered Tom's skull cleanly, but upon exit dressed the stairs in a scarlet color. Bits of skull and tissue lay on the newly colored carpet.
He let out a laugh, happy with his handiwork, then looked up into Jason's eyes. He took a step back, suddenly feeling fear for the first time in years. Jason reached out, ripped the gun out of his hand. With it came Cappini's hand and wrist. He tried to scream but Jason hit him with his own hand, sending him to the left and head first into the door. The man who had brought Tom down pulled out his gun and shot Jason in the chest, four rounds piercing his stomach, the other a lung. He kept coming.
The man tried to turn around but Jason grabbed him, bringing his knee into his groin, then, when he bent over, he brought his knee up and into his nose, driving bone shards through his brain. He hit the floor with a thump, dead.
Not finished just yet, Jason turned towards Cappini. He was trying to get up, but was slipping on the blood from his missing hand. He bent over and picked up Cappini, then dragged him over to Tom. Leaning forward, he whispered "Tom" into his ear, and the boy turned around, looking at Jason.
"Is it over?" the boy asked.
"Not yet. What are we to do with him?"
".y.yyy.yooouuu.r.are..ree.reeaaaly.dd.dea.dead." Cappini gasped.
"I told you. You did this to us, both me and the boy."
Jason grabbed Cappini by the hair and dragged him to the dining room. He lifted him up by his arm, slamming him to the table. A knife block stood separate, on a side table.
"Bring those to me," Jason said to Tom.
Obediently he did, placing the knife block next to Jason.
"Cappini, you are going to feel what we feel, except it is going to last all night. Let me know when you are ready?"
Cappini tried to talk, to say something, but Jason punched him in the mouth, teeth shattered, fillings came lose, falling to the back of his throat.
"Never mind, you didn't give us a choice, you won't get one either. Tom, go into the next room, there is a T.V. there I believe. Watch some shows, they have changed over the years. Me and Steve here have some catching up to do."
Tom left t the room, closed the door as he hear the first gargle leave Cappini's mouth.
It lasted until the morning dawn; Tom guessed it to be 6 hours.
When he was done, Jason came out and walked over to Tom, picked him up, then left the premises. No guards were there, the gate was wide open. They walked out and down the street, made the correct turns towards the cemetery.
The morning light was just shining over the cemetery fence when Jason walked through them, ending their journey, the trip they have wanted for years to come: to go back to their loved ones, away from the pain they were put through. They were finally home.
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Tom slid through the bars as Jason climbed effortlessly over it, not minding the security cameras that were following him around. He knew they couldn't see him nor Tom, didn't care if they did or not. Vengeance was his tonight. Two deaths were on his hands as a child, numerous more as an adult. Tonight he would end it here, the suffering he has caused, the loneliness he has been going thru, the peace young Tommy needs.
They crossed the yard towards the front door. They couldn't see where they were going, but a minute ago the crow had risen above the fog, was guiding them towards the house and what awaits inside.
A Doberman came out of a bush to Jason's right, and as it came close it leaped for his neck, jaws open. Jason ducked, pulling Tom down with him. He reached up with his right hand, grabbed the dog's collar, and yanked it back, swinging it towards a nearby tree. Jason found this to be effortless, the dog weighing nothing at all almost. He released the dog, got Tom up, and kept walking towards the house. They didn't turn around when they heard the dog hit the tree, a yelp came the same time sharp noises of bones breaking, then a dull thud of the lifeless body hitting the grass.
They climbed the ten steps to the front door, taking notice of the two guards guarding it.
"Ahem, excuse me, what are you two doing here? We weren't told anyone was coming," asked the guard on the left. They were taller than Jason, each about six foot, four inches, and muscular underneath their loose fitting tux. One was black, the other white, and they looked like the Yin-Yang of the mafia industry.
"We have no appointment, we have no welcome pass," Jason told them, looking each one up and down, trying to figure out how to get past them, "we, me and the boy, Tom, have come for Steve Cappini."
"HEY!!! You will not mention his name in mine or anyone else's presence," the white bodyguard told them, poking Jason in the chest. "How dare you."
Jason took the man's finger, bent it back in a 45 degree angle, and shoved it into his left eye. The man went down, dropped to his knees. The other man brought out his gun and tried to fire it at Jason, but he turned his body, the bullet going past him. He spun around the man, pulling the gun behind his back and pointed it at his back. Using his index finger, he pulled the trigger, bullets entered his lower back, red spots showing up on his chest from where the bullets were coming thru.
The man's body started to go limp, and Jason let him fall. He looked to his right, down at Tom who had covered is eyes the whole time.
"Let's go Tom," he said, grabbing his hand after cleaning most of the blood off. They opened the doors and walked into the awaiting hallway. There was a door at the end, on either side was closet racks for the coats. They marched on forward towards the opposite door. Upon opening it, they were greeted by an empty room. It was huge, a giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, a stairwell on either side of them led to the second floor, a doorway to the left probably led to the living room or kitchen, another doorway to the left led elsewhere.
"Which way?" Tom asked. Jason looked around, not sure how to proceed. If they went into each room, they would eventually be noticed and Cappini would be noticed. But where to start.
"Upstairs," Jason decided.
They went along the left stairwell towards the next floor, peeking around the corner down a hallway. No one was there. They opened the first door they came to on the left side and opened it, no one in there. A bathroom.
"Stay here," Jason said to Tom. "Let me do this alone, you don't need to see what may come."
"But I want."
"No," he whispered, "though we can't die, I can't stand to see you hurt. Please, just wait here for me."
Jason turned towards the door, stopped when he felt Tom's hand on his own. "Be careful" he said, then turned and hid in the bathtub, closing the curtain.
Jason exited the bathroom, and turned left, opening the next door he saw. Inside was a man on the bed, sleeping. He could hear the snoring ten feet away. Jason walked in and up to the man. He placed his left hand on his mouth the same time he cupped his right hand onto his neck.
The man came awake, startled, but couldn't move do to the pressure on his neck.
"Are you Mr. Cappini?" Jason whispered into his ear.
The man shook his head no, and upon doing so Jason applied enough pressure to his larynx to crush it, blocking in the windpipe, killing the man instantly.
He covered the dead man with the blanket and walked out of the room quietly, going to the next room.
There was no one in the next one, or the following two rooms, and Jason moved stealthily across the floor that joined the two hallways from the stairs. There were four rooms here.
Three of them were empty, extra bedrooms possibly. The fourth contained a couple having sex, the woman on top, her back to the door. He opened it quietly, sure that even if he had kicked it open no one could have heard the door open anyways. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, he found nothing. The room had a fireplace, but was probably gas lit. Hmmmm.
Jason turned the gas for the fireplace on, then reached in and pulled the pipe away from the fake wood, pointed towards the bed. He then walked over to them, on the right hand side closest to the door.
"Ahem, excuse me, are you Steve Cappini?"
The woman screamed aloud, the man looked at Jason, trying to figure out where he came from.
"HEY, what the fuck you doing in here mother fucker? I'm going to kill your mother fucking ass for barging in here you mother fucker?"
The man tried to reach the end table for his gun, but couldn't because of the woman still on top of him.
"Please, just answer the question," Jason asked him.
"You are a dead mother fucker. Mr. Cappini you looking for huh, well, you can see him later in hell since you are going there now mot."
Jason turned around, pulled out a book of matches he had on him. He lit one, then lit the whole book, and then threw it at the gas pipe.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, please continue what you were doing."
The lit book of matches ignited the gas, which shot like a ball of fire at the bed, igniting the bed sheets, moving up to the woman's hair and curtains that draped over the bed. The man tried to get up, but with the woman on top lowering herself, applying more pressure to his chest, he couldn't. She kept screaming, using her hands to bat at her head, trying to get the fire out. Burns and sores started to sprout on her back and face, and the pain finally was too much for her as her body dropped onto the man's, pinning him as she burned on top of him. He started to scream too, but Jason didn't wait to see that. He walked out, closed the door, and put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the doorknob as he left.
He waited in an adjourning room, door cracked, waiting for others to come to the screaming man. Three men came, and upon kicking the door open, he learned that neither of them were Cappini. One man he put his face through drywall, the other two he grabbed the sides of there heads, and banged them together. He heard a crack, kept his eyes up to the ceiling, and looked back when he felt the bodies slide from his grasp. Blood and brain tissue still clung to his hands. I guess 'm a lot stronger than I thought, he said as he closed the door again and went downstairs.
Jason wiped his hands on his jacket as he went down the right hand stairs, then went thru the door at the bottom. It was a dining room, no one inside, no adjourning rooms or doors either. He closed back up and turned around, came face to face with a man with a gun pointing to his head.
"Mother fucker, I don't know who you are, don't know what the fuck you are doing here, but you now have 10 seconds to explain to me why you are fucking with me."
"I guess you are Cappini?" Jason stated.
The man laughed, looked at him Jason, then shot him in the leg.
Jason fell to his side, not really in pain, but using this to his advantage.
"That you are right my bum-looking friend. Now, who are you, who sent you, what do you want, and if I fucked your wife I'm sure she was bad."
Jason laughed at this, then tried to get up, faking that he was in pain. He knew the bullet wound had closed up, and he reached down to smear some of the blood over the hole to bring about no questions about this.
"You are a killer."
"Dumb ass, I'm a hitman, of course I am."
"You killed a bum on a bridge 9 ½ years ago, and a little boy 8 years ago, before you were a hitman."
Cappini looked at Jason, then shot him in the other leg, dropping Jason again.
"I kill people all the time."
"But not when you were young."
He laughed loud, his voice echoing throughout the hallway. He turned his attention back to Jason.
"When I was a boy, I had killed a bum, a boy, two schoolgirls, a nun, and four babies, all before I turned 18. Now, don't be upset if I don't remember a bum or a kid, because I don't. I don't remember anyone I killed. Why? Why should I, they are dead."
Cappini pulls out his cellphone, dials a number that can be heard upstairs.
"Come down." he speaks into it, then turns it off.
A door can be heard upstairs, followed by footsteps. Jason looked up, seeing a man in a red suit bringing down Tom. Tom wasn't conscious, or if he was he was acting very well to the part. The man had his arm around his head and arms, Tom's legs dragging behind them.
"Now," Cappini said as the man stood next to him, "why would you bring a boy here to the slaughterhouse you made? Are you sick, or just majorly fucked in the head?"
The man passed Tom to Cappini, then Cappini slapped Tom several times, trying to wake him. Tom's eyes flew open, looking up at him.
"You." Tom wheezed out of his mouth.
"Me? Who am I to you? Do I know you like I should know this man here?" pointing to Jason.
"You.you killed me."
"Son, if I killed you, you wouldn't be here right now."
He turned towards Jason, the gun pointing at Tom's head.
"Now we get to the bottom of this. Who are you?"
"My name's Jason."
"Jason.hmmm.don't know a Jason. How do I know you?"
"Years ago you killed me, hit me with your car on a bridge."
Cappini started to laugh, then stopped himself, mouth wide open. He closed it, looked back at Jason.
"No one knew about that. There was only three of us there."
"Four," Jason interrupted.
"Three alive dumb fuck. You can't be him, he was a bum on the street. Looked like he was going to off himself, I just gave him a hand. How do you know about it?"
"I'm the bum."
Cappini moved closer to Jason, bringing Tom with him. He was a foot from him, the gun still at the boy's head.
"Now, you tell me the truth, or I kill the boy, a bullet through the head, no coming back."
Jason looked at him, then looked at Tom. Tom was crying, not wanting to die, but he knew there was no other way. This killer wanted to spill blood, the truth was being told. And though he knew neither him nor Tom could die, just going to see the boy get shot was making his blood boil.
"That is the truth."
Cappini let out a sigh, looked to Tom, kissed his forehead, lifted his head, then shot him. The bullet entered Tom's skull cleanly, but upon exit dressed the stairs in a scarlet color. Bits of skull and tissue lay on the newly colored carpet.
He let out a laugh, happy with his handiwork, then looked up into Jason's eyes. He took a step back, suddenly feeling fear for the first time in years. Jason reached out, ripped the gun out of his hand. With it came Cappini's hand and wrist. He tried to scream but Jason hit him with his own hand, sending him to the left and head first into the door. The man who had brought Tom down pulled out his gun and shot Jason in the chest, four rounds piercing his stomach, the other a lung. He kept coming.
The man tried to turn around but Jason grabbed him, bringing his knee into his groin, then, when he bent over, he brought his knee up and into his nose, driving bone shards through his brain. He hit the floor with a thump, dead.
Not finished just yet, Jason turned towards Cappini. He was trying to get up, but was slipping on the blood from his missing hand. He bent over and picked up Cappini, then dragged him over to Tom. Leaning forward, he whispered "Tom" into his ear, and the boy turned around, looking at Jason.
"Is it over?" the boy asked.
"Not yet. What are we to do with him?"
".y.yyy.yooouuu.r.are..ree.reeaaaly.dd.dea.dead." Cappini gasped.
"I told you. You did this to us, both me and the boy."
Jason grabbed Cappini by the hair and dragged him to the dining room. He lifted him up by his arm, slamming him to the table. A knife block stood separate, on a side table.
"Bring those to me," Jason said to Tom.
Obediently he did, placing the knife block next to Jason.
"Cappini, you are going to feel what we feel, except it is going to last all night. Let me know when you are ready?"
Cappini tried to talk, to say something, but Jason punched him in the mouth, teeth shattered, fillings came lose, falling to the back of his throat.
"Never mind, you didn't give us a choice, you won't get one either. Tom, go into the next room, there is a T.V. there I believe. Watch some shows, they have changed over the years. Me and Steve here have some catching up to do."
Tom left t the room, closed the door as he hear the first gargle leave Cappini's mouth.
It lasted until the morning dawn; Tom guessed it to be 6 hours.
When he was done, Jason came out and walked over to Tom, picked him up, then left the premises. No guards were there, the gate was wide open. They walked out and down the street, made the correct turns towards the cemetery.
The morning light was just shining over the cemetery fence when Jason walked through them, ending their journey, the trip they have wanted for years to come: to go back to their loved ones, away from the pain they were put through. They were finally home.
WELL, THANK YOU FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ AND REVIEWED, OR FOR THOSE WHO HAVE JUST READ IT..MY FIRST STORY, FINISHED
AS BEFORE, PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS ON IMPROVEMENT, ONLIKES AND DISLIKES.
THANK YOU AGAIN TO ALL, ENJOY THE NEW YEAR, 2003 WILL BE BIGGER AND BETTER AS ALWAYS
REFRESHEDAPPROACH