Revenge part II

In the land of the blind, one eye is king.

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Chapter five: an eye for an eye

Smack; Sokka's cheek turned left so hard the chair got out of balance and they both fell on the ground. The man who delivered the blow helped him back up, only to give him another punch. It had been going on like this for hours, at least that's what it felt like for Sokka. He received one last blow in his stomach and then the man stopped.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you some questions." He said walking towards the table displaying the hatchets, and knives, daggers, meat-hooks, razors and a pincer.

Sokka spit some blood out of his mouth. "Sure, why the hell not." He saw the man choose a rather short but sharp knife.

"You can make this easy, and answer all my questions, end up a corpse that your mother can recognize, or you can do it the hard way, and we'll see your massacred head on the front page 'Unknown body found in bloodbath'. No one will mourn at your funeral, no one will know it was you."

"Good thing for me I don't have a mother then eh?"

"You think this is funny? The man said softly between his teeth." He reached for Sokka's hand and nursingly took his index finger. He placed the knife at the bottom of that finger, right where the finger begins. He dragged it across it, creating a red line which started to blur and then spread across his entire finger, next his entire hand. Sokka held back his screams of pain as the blade hit his nail.

"Scream, whispered the man right into his ear as he pressed on the wound, I want to hear you scream."

"I'll have to disappoint you."

SMACK, Sokka fell on the ground again, this time he was kicked repeatedly in his stomach. At every word of the man a kick followed. "I do not like wise guys! You will learn to behave in my house!"

Sokka started to cough blood, "Son of a bitch."

"Oh what a surprise, you're angry." The man helped him up "Thats one thing we've got in common. Now, let's get to the questions, shall we?"

Sokka didn't reply he only breathed loudly for it was difficult to do.

"Where is your girlfriend?"

"Fuck off."

"Now, now, I'm doing you a favour. You see, We'll get her sooner or later, if you tell me where she is I'll kill you before we capture her, if you don't..." He moved his head closer to Sokka's "I'll let you live, we'll put you together and slice you both up, hours of rape and torture for her, and you'll get to watch it all while I personally will cut of your body parts. After that long gruesome time, I'll kill either you first or her, which one I haven't decided yet, so please do the right thing, be a good boyfriend and tell us where we can find her, I promise to make it quick."

"You asume one wrong thing."

"That is?"

"You think you can find her."

"Apart from the fact that about every member of our mafia is on the lookout for her and that she is blind there is one more very vital thing."

"What?"

"She will try some foolish attempt to save you, you know that."

Sokka thought about these words for quit some time, it was very possible she'd try to rescue him. "If you were so sure of that, why ask me where she is."

"Frankly, I don't care a bit."

"Huh?"

"I don't care about the answers, all I care for is making you suffer, because you hurt two people I was friends with."

"I've only killed one person."

"Bullshit! Who else could have done it, your blind girlfriend? You know you're pathetic, you can't even get a normal girl. Now what is it going to be? Quick and painless or slow and horrible?"

"... OK, I'll tell you..." He whispered something softly.

The man lowered his head. "Speak up would you!"

Sokka whispered something again, but again to softly. The man leaned his head in even closer. "I said: Fuck you!" sokka head-butted him right in the nose.

The man fell over and grasped for his nose. "Guard! Guard." A big man entered the room. "Get the head strap! You" pointing at Sokka ", you just made a huge mistake, I'm going to clean myself up and when I get back, it's no more mister nice guy." He pointed at Sokka with his hand the blood of his nose was dripping of of it.

The man left the room and the large man grabbed a head strap and putted Sokka's head in it. Before that guy left he punched Sokka in his stomach. He sat there for who knows how long, but he knew that this was a lot better then what was coming, therefore the wait was unbearable.

Eventually the door opened. The man had paper chuffed up his nose, much to Sokka's amusement but he was also carrying a rather long parcel, which he placed on the table. He took another chair from the hallway that seemed like miles away to Sokka, but was in fact merely metres away. He sat down in front of Sokka.

He remained silent for quite some time, then sighed, looked down and up again, right in Sokka's eyes. "I'll give you one more chance, where is she?".

"I wouldn't tell you even if I knew."

The man exploded in rage, he got up, grabbed the chair and threw it across the room and yelled as loud as he could. "You killed two of my friends! You attacked me! And now your lying! I've tried to be nice, to give you options, but now I don't give a fuck about what you have to say! I'm gonna kill you nice and slow." He reached inside his pocked and brought out something shiny. Before Sokka could see that it was a scalpel it was lunged inside his left shoulder. The man twisted the handle a lot and the scalpel, every nerve in Sokka's shoulder shrunk in pain and begged the brain for help. But there was no help. Sokka screamed in pain until the man decided he had heard enough. The scalpel was left in Sokka's flesh and his muscles throbbed around the wound.

While Sokka was recaptivating his breath, the man took the long parcel. "You killed my good friend Buy. Don't deny it, for that you'll pay."

Sokka looked up to the man and then down again.

"And like that wasn't enough..." The man continued not caring what his victim did, unfolding the silk fabric of the parcel. "You also killed my mentor."

Sokka could now see what had been inside the parcel, it's handle white, and in the form of a serpent, its more dangerous side was long, seemed sharp and reflected in the weak candle light.

"My sword..." The man's voice stopped in trance. "I made it with my mentor ... Lee Ataki."

Sokka struggled to get loose from his chair, which broke the man from his trance.

"What you did to him was worse then what I have done to you."

"I didn't kill him!" Sokka screamed.

"You did, because he was better then you!"

"No!"

"Because of which you didn't dare to enter the tournament!"

"That's not true."

"But you couldn't let go!"

"You've got it all wrong!"

"It ate at you, day and night until finally you had to kill him!"

"I'm telling you..."

"I told you, I'm not interested in what you have to say anymore. I'm going to kill and torture you exactly like he was."

"Please, I didn't..." but he couldn't finish. He was kicked to the ground, on his back, tied to the chair.

"First, the cut on his cheek." Like a surgeon he drew a small line on Sokka's cheek and it quickly turned red, then the red came out. Sokka bit his lip.

"Second," continued the disturbed mind "The slashes across his chest." That said the sword swooped left and right over Sokka's chest, blood splattered on the wall's in horrible red lines, the drops still dripping downwards, it was like he was painting a masterpiece of hell. Sokka screamed in agony and the man just smiled.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Asked the psychopath after a lot of 'painting'.

"Fuck... You..." Sokka replied weakly.

"You're not my type." smiled the man. "Next the eye..."

"No! Please wait! Not my eye! Aaaaah!" The man had already put the blade in Sokka's right eye socket. He pulled out the eye with his blade."

"You fucker. Aah! You mother-fucking asshole, I'll kill you! You son of a bitch. Aah!"

The man didn't bother himself with Sokka's foul words and whiped his blade clean, with a handkerchief.

"You ass... hole..."

"I'll need your assistance for the next one, dear friend."

"Fuck you, you ... you in-sane son ... of a ... bitch!"

"I need to know what killed him, the stab in the chest, or the stab in the throat."

"How would I know you Sick Fuck, I wasn't there. I wasn't there damnit."

The man's voice was like that of a teacher towards a kid in kindergarten "T-t-t, still lying? Some people are hopeless..."

"Get it through your fat skull, you've got the wrong guy!"

"I know what to do."

"Huh?"

"I'll stab you in the chest first and then quickly in the throat, that way I'll have done both while you were still alive."

"... Please... don't..."

"Farewell..."

The man raised the sword vertically a few inches above Sokka's chest, which was going up and down uncontrollably. The man prepared himself to strike.

A/N Cliffhanger! Got you good didn't I, I know I'm evil. Muhahahahaaa!

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