Warning! Beating of an underage male as well as an adult male! Bloody! If you don't like stop reading now!

Diary of a CajoleMan

Keller kneels in front of Joseph and Joseph looks down at his chest. When Keller forces his head up Joseph spits and a metal splinter, the size of a toothpick, inbeds in Keller's cheek. He grabs it and yanks it out. Blood leaks between his fingers," You little snot." He laughs.

"Sir?" Says Jerry.

"Get out!" He shouts. Keller grabs his arm as he starts to leave," On second thought, bring the gurney." Jerry nods and leaves as Keller kneels down to me. He takes out a knife and holds it to my cheek, barely dimpling the skin, looking at Joseph.

"Keller." I growl so only he can hear. He flicks his wrist and I feel the blood running down my cheek.

"I would recommend you rethink anything you do from this point on." Keller grins then the gurney is brought in. I wish so badly that I knew where the paintings were. Keller forces Joseph to stand, still attatched to the pole, the zipties digging into his wrists. He takes the knife in one hand and holds Joseph's throat and cuts the ties.

Joseph is tossed to onto the gurney and Jerry ties him down, with a lot of struggling. Kelly pulls his gun out and holds it by the barrel. I grit my teeth as he taps the handle to his empty palm.

"Neal. Where are the paintings?" He asks as a leather strap is tightened on Joseph's neck to keep him down. Joseph looks at me and closes his eyes.

"We don't have them. I don't have them. I didn't steal them. Mozzie didn't steal them. I don't know where they are. Keller. Mathew! Please!" I whine. Keller raises the gun above his head and brings it down on Joseph's right hand. Joseph bites his lip and closes his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't know, Neal?" He says. I shake my head and glare at him.

"When did you get like this, Mathew? Resorting to torturing children?" I mutter. Keller snarles and forcefully slams the gun into Joseph's hand repeatedly until he cries out. Keller stops, breathing heavily, and runs a hand through his hair.

"When I went to jail!" He shouts.

"I went to jail, if you didn't forget! I didn't turn into this!"

"You were given a chance, Neal! One we never get! One guys like us never get! The only chance guys like us get are those paintings! Where are they!"

"We don't know!" Joseph yells," We d-don't know where your p-paintings are!"

"You don't? Then maybe I should ask you." He spins and points the gun at Jerry.

"What?" Jerry says. Keller grins.

"There are two people in this room that know where the paintings are. I know one of them stands in front of me." He looks at Joseph then me," Who's the second?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jerry says. Keller reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small device.

"Want to try that again?" He whispers, voice full of venom.

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about." Jerry backs away and then Keller shoots him, blood spraying the wall. Joseph screams and turns his head.

"He has some lungs on him." Keller mutters.

"Why did you do that!" I shout.

"I don't like liers. Now, which one of you was he having this conversation with?" He presses a button and Jerry's voice rings out.

"The place is set. We have it all ready but there's only one loose end. You. We can't have you give us away to the FBI. I have to shoot you." then there is a short unintelligable voice answering him that is too fuzzy to understand or recognise.

"Keller, niether of us had that conversation. How do you know it wasn't one of your other henchmen?" I ask.

"Because this was taken from the pocket of the man you shot, Caffrey. He had this because I knew thier story wasn't airtight. The paintings were taken by one of you but they were in on it. Now they are both dead and I'm at the point I won't hesitate." He shakes his head. Joseph starts to sob nearby.

"Keller, you're not thinking straight. Really. We didn't do this. We don't have the paintings."

"We d-don't." Joseph adds.

"Oh, you think I am crazy, Caffrey? I'm crazy?" He laughs and turns to Joseph," Where are my paintings?" He whispers to him.

"I d-don't kn-know." He whines. I try to think.

"Mathew, you remember that deal in Taronto?" He turns to me.

"Which one?" He asks.

"You know the one. The one with the Van Gogh. In 2007?" I lay my head back on the pole I'm tied to.

"Yeah. I remember. What about it?" He leans on the gurney.

"I shot him." I mumble.

"You... What?" He steps up and crosses his arms.

"I shot him. It wasn't the cops. He was going to storm in and just start shooting, so I shot him... Then the cops ran in. I shot him for you and I vowed never to shoot anyone else again." I stare at him and the shock wheres off.

"You shot him, vowed never to shoot anyone again and then judge me for doing the same thing to save you?" Keller points at me with the gun and I wince.

"Yes, I was wrong for judgeing you. You shot him to save me, but you didn't stop there. That's not what I wanted to say. What I want to say is there are two people I shot a living person for, and they are both in this room. Keller, think about it. One person I would kill for. Why would I sit here and let you hurt him if I knew where the paintings were?"

"There were three people you would shoot for." He reminds me.

"Oh, and the third person I would shoot for is Joseph's mother. Mathew, we don't know where the paintings are!" I give my final plea.

"I want to believe you. I really do. But I just don't." He turns and throws the gun down on the dead body and leaves the room.

"Joseph." I say.

"Yes." He wines and looks at me.

"Did you take the paintings?" I ask, ashamed I have to ask.

"Did you kill someone for him?" He asks me.

"Yes. I'm not proud, and if I had to do it over, I would wait for the cops to get there. They could have stopped it." I sigh. I turn to Joseph and see him working furosiously with something," What are you doing?" I hiss as another knife comes out of the collar of his shirt.

"I always have at least forty of these on m-my person at all t-times." He says through his teeth clamped around the knife. He starts to mess with the leather around his neck while his left hand starts to work on the leather around his wrist.

"You never cease to amaze me."

If this is a little confuseing drop me a line. I'll answer any questions and I do not own Van Gogh and even though I based the story about the van gogh robberies in 2007 does not mean I actually know anything about them. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WTIH THE STOLEN VAN GOGH!

If you want the totally false story about Keller, Neal and Van Gogh in 2007 then PM me and I'll send it to you. If I get enough PM's I'll post it.

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