Ok, so the next few chapters can be graphic, depending on the reader. Torture, gore, not super duper explicit, but it can derange squeamish people. So read at your own risk, I'll put clean chapter resumés at the bottom of the bad ones, for those who do not wish to read it.
As always, Kurt Sutter owns SOA and I make no money, I just wanna be proud when I look at my traffic stats (And I am :D ) I own my own characters, Esther, Jack, Everett, Kary. No Sailor or Maddie in this chapter I'm afraid.
The house was nice. Two and a half story with a nice view, nice cars parked in the drive, a Jaguar, a Cadillac and a Porsche. Quiet neighborhood, they rolled up and parked along the curb, across the street, before heading to the house.
-Take the back, that gash won't come out this house alive.
He's got several ideas of how to get inside of the house, his first one, knocking. Kary was never a morning person, her answering is highly unlikely. She always liked to refer to herself as a princess.
After a moment, the door opens on an old dude, late seventies to say the least, Happy puts on his nicest smile before taking a step aside for the guy to see the bikes.
-Morning, Sir, I'm so sorry to bother you so early. I was just strolling through the neighborhood with my brother, and my gearbox just went all out of whack. I was wonder...
-Must be because of all these hills. I haven't gotten on one of these things in almost forty years, but mine... Oh, a real bitch when I would come back to the old hometown...
-Yeah, I had a hard time parking her. I was wondering if you'd let me borrow your phone, to call for a flatbed. Got a few friends down in Tacoma who could come and pick her up.
-What about the other bike?
-He's gone to see if there's a garage nearby, but this place looks mostly residential to me.
-Come in, son. Come in. My wife is still in bed, but we'll be quiet.
-Of course.
The guy let him in, no sign of Esther or Everett so far, the guy took him all the way to the kitchen, and he knew he had the right house. Because Kary is a stupid, narcissistic cunt, who likes to look at herself. Little breakfast table by the patio door, and a white wall filled with photos of Kary and mirrors.
And on the counter, a wedding photo in Gardena, Kary and this old guy, with Jack and Esther as witnesses, the old man gives him the phone, as Happy points.
-Newlyweds?
-Oh, yes. I waited this long, for the right one to come along. She's my princess.
And young enough to be his daughter. He takes the phone, dials a random number and puts it to his ear, as the old man calls out for Kary to come downstairs, breakfast is almost ready. And to be decent, there was someone over.
-Would you like to have breakfast with us? It's rather early, you must be hungry.
Happy gestures for him to wait a minute, as if he really was on the phone, he hears footsteps in the stairs. Then he sees her through the door-less opening leading to the living room, fiery red hair and a white bathrobe, he has a step back and pulls his gun out, points it at the older man just as Kary comes in the kitchen.
-Morning, babe! Happy!
He likes the sound of a silenced shot. Almost like a whip, or something. It's such a cartoonish sound. The old guy falls like a ton of bricks, Kary's reaction? She rolls her eyes, one hand on her hip, and she sighs, she is so aggravated right now.
-Missed me?
-I'm never gonna tell you where she is. And in three seconds, I'm going to scream so loud that the whole neighborhood is going to hear it.
-That's where you're wrong.
He rubs his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, before pointing an index up, a smirk on his face.
-Because I'm going to break your jaw.
She opens her mouth and closes her eyes, fists clenched at her sides into a high pitched scream, but Happy's already on her with the Teflon pan that's still hot with bacon grease in hands, he smashes it against her jaw, it's delightful to finally hit Kary, after almost fifteen years of dreaming of hurting her one way or another. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her jaw pops off it's socket in a crunching noise.
Kary was always a lightweight drinker with a low threshold for pain. He has the time to eat most of the bacon that didn't end up on the floor, a nice serving of eggs, two glasses of orange juice and half a dozen breakfast sausages before she recovers from her fainting. He smiles at her, she's got tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She always told Esther to be wary of Happy. He takes a hand towel and wipes his mouth with it, standing up slowly.
-I'm gonna start with your toes. One by one. Then your fingers. Phalange by phalange. All the way to the knuckles. Then I'll work your foot to your ankles. Your knee, hips. Your hands to your wrists. Elbows. Shoulders. I'm gonna pluck your eyeballs. Cut your ears. Rape you. In the ass, I know how scared of getting it in the ass you are. No lube. until you come. Then I'll cut your tits off. Blow your gash to smithereens. You can stop it all at any time, just by telling me where Esther took my daughter. You do that, I break both of your hands and cut your tongue, get my daughter, and I'll be on my way.
He crouches lightly above her, hands leaning on his thighs, a big, jolly smile on his face. He hopes she starts with a little something nasty to say.
-What do you say, Kary?
-Ho huck h'our'helf, Haffy.
-Really?
She has a few weird twitches of the mouth, before spitting the best she can at his face. Beautiful. He likes the defiance reading in her eyes.
On the counter, his backpack, he opens it, pulls the pair of rusty hedge-trimmers. Gives the blades a kiss, before turning his head to look at her, he sees the fear filling up her grey eyes.
-This little piggy went to the market.
Her screams are making him hard. She will talk. They always talk.
She's still breathing when he walks back in the kitchen. Stubborn bitch. She could have made out with wearing casts on her hands for six weeks, and doing the world a favor by never having anyone hear her annoying princess voice; instead, she took the hard route, she had no screaming left in her, hadn't in at least four hours, she was a weak and bloody mess, but she hadn't given it up. And he had searched this dump from top to bottom, and had found nothing.
She almost makes him pout, she's heaving, trying to catch her breath through all the pain she's taken since morning.
-Last chance. I can end your suffering, or you can go with all this pain.
She had an unintelligible gargle, sprouts a jet of blood before having her last scream.
-Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck You!
-You know, I expected no less from you.
Snip, snip, tears pour out of her shut eyelids, her screaming reduced to a constant moan, her tongue is tossed on the floor near her. Happy picks his tools and puts them back in his bag that he shoulders, after washing his hands and taking out a clean shirt. He then rips the stove from the wall, pulls the gas lines until they break, lights one of her scented candles on the counter, before stepping over her and leaving.
Thoughts?
Chapter summary: Happy found Kary's house in a nice neighborhood, and weaseled his way in by faking motorcycle problems to Kary's new husband, aka Old guy who's within 3 years of dying from old age. Kary comes downstairs and as she sees Happy in the kitchen, Hap shoots Kary's "new" husband. Not that that bothers Kary a lot, Happy being there bothered her more.
Kary then threatens to alert the neighborhood by screaming, but Happy breaks her jaw with a Teflon pan, and while she's out cold, he eats the breakfast that was ready. When she comes to, Happy enumerates what torture he has in mind exactly to make her talk and tell him where Esther is. She promptly replies by the negative, so Happy gets his torture on.
When, after hours of torture, Kary still refuses to tall Happy where Esther is, he finishes her off by setting her house on fire by tearing the gas pipes and lighting a candle.