CHAPTER TWO
Lamika groaned, opening her eyes and wincing, her head throbbing. "Mother fucker…" She moaned, the scene slowly coming into focus. She hissed when she seen whoever this creep was examining her many knives, apparently having frisked her while she was out. Now THAT pissed her off, especially since some of those knives had been close to her red flag zones.
"Fuck you! Send me to jail, I don't give a damn!" She shouted, straining against her binds. "I don't know what you want and I don't CARE! It's your problem!"
"You're going to help me or I'm going to kill you." David stated in a threatening, flat tone of voice, fingering one of her blades. He looked at her with calculating brown eyes, studying her. "You have the mindset of a killer." It wasn't a question. "You just might be what I need." David raked a hand through his hair, walking towards her but kept himself out of kicking range. "I'll cut you a deal."
She didn't know whether or not she should be offended. Killer? Yes. But only because of circumstance. Lamika eyed him suspiciously, smirking when he remained at a distance, then sighed, shifting against the chair uncomfortably. "What's the deal and what do you need me for?"
Not saying a word yet, David walked over to his bed, picking up a picture. He carried it over to her and held it up, staring straight into her eyes. "This is my sister Samantha. Was."
The photo showed a gruesome scene, one that might make a normal person violently ill. It was of a young woman tied down to four stakes in what appeared to be a grove of trees, bruises and cuts covered her naked body, dried trails of blood that had oozed from every orifice in her body.
"She was raped and murdered, I want to find out who did it."
Lamika eyed the picture, not phased in the slightest, come on, she had seen worse then this. She'd seen children in positions more gruesome and THOSE made her cringe, not this shit. "So hire a detective or something… you don't need me. This is something for the cops man, not me. Besides, whoever did this shit didn't use ropes, open your eyes moron."
"No, see, I've been to the cops. You know what they told me? There was nothing that could be done. It's bullshit! I need someone who has the mindset of a killer. You have that, I can see it in your eyes. You help me find whoever did this to my sister and I'll pay you AND give you your freedom. Of course, if you don't take my GENEROUS offer, I'll make sure you're sent to prison."
She curled her upper lip at him before nodding. "Fine, whatever, you have a deal. Now would you let me up? I'd like a second look at that picture if you don't mind."
David nodded, swiping the knife across the ropes that held her, watching them fall to the floor. He watched as she stood up, stretching her limbs, and held out the picture. "Her name was Samantha." He said gravely, twirling the knife. "She was kidnapped three nights ago and found like that yesterday morning…"
Lamika nodded, studying the picture as she walked over to the bar, completely ignoring his warning growl. She picked up a glass before heading to sit down on his bed, placing the photo on the nightstand, setting the glass directly down over the 'ropes' tying Samantha down. "Where'd this happen?" She asked curiously, finally looking up at him.
"Woods down the street." He replied, now pouring himself a shot of Jack, needing something to take the edge off. "Whoever did this had her for over forty-eight hours before they finally ended her." David cleared his throat, mentally shaking himself and looked down at the police report in his hand. He wanted to strangle the detectives who'd looked in on the case, they barely tried!
"Hmmm… that's in the park." Lamika sighed, rubbing her temples. "First off, these ain't ropes. They're rags." She pointed to her own red bandanna. "Secondly, that's heavy gang banging territory, so I'm sincerely hoping your sister was picked up somewhere else and not being a damn fool and going through the park on a stroll." She then frowned. "And you said something about the next city? Why the fuck would you go somewhere else when all this went down here?"
"Because my job requires it. I'm a professional wrestler, which means I'm on the road most of the time. Though I'm trying to get some time off so I can find out who did this, then murder the bastards." David meant every word, clenching his shot glass in his fist, not even noticing when it shattered.
"Nice. You're a moron." Lamika informed him coldly, getting to her feet and rolling back her shoulders. She pulled the bandanna off her head and stuffed in into her back pocket, taking the rubber band from her hair and shaking the braids out. "Look, how bout I just point you in the right direction? If this is gang related I don't want no part of it, my set has enough battles to deal with without you dragging me into some damn vendetta. Sorry bout your sister but shit happens and it's not my problem."
David slowly looked down at her, flashing the knife threateningly in her direction and growled out venomously. "You made a deal with me. You stick to it or I'll stick you, got it?" He meant it, he wasn't letting her go anywhere. As a precaution he had locked the door and blocked the broken window with the dresser to prevent her from escaping. "The choice is yours, but fair warning, there's NO way out for you."
"Go screw yourself." Lamika hissed, tossing the pictures at him. "You're going to get us both killed. Move the hell on man, people get raped and murdered all the damn time, welcome to the big city!" She rolled off the bed when he approached, eyes on the knife. "I didn't say I was leaving… fuck!" Lamika jumped when her threw it at her, barely missing her head and knew that had been a warning. "IDIOT!" She screamed, picking up a lamp and hurling it at him. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Maybe, who the fuck knows anymore?" David growled back at her, ripping the knife out of the wall. He didn't even flinch when the lamp hit him, smashing to bits. "We have a SERIOUS problem sweetie. You WILL stick to my deal or I WILL end you. I'm not fucking around. You destroyed my car now I'm going to destroy your life!"
Lamika slowly pulled off her flannel, tossing it aside as she squared her shoulders, crouching down into a fighting stance, her own sinewy muscles tensing. "Ever think that maybe your sister went looking for trouble?" She taunted, knowing he was close to snapping and that's when people tended to make mistakes.
She rolled to the side when he dived for her, apparently having hit a sore spot and snatched up one of her knives, turning and pressing it to his throat, just as he pressed his to hers.
David was considerably calm as he pressed the blade to her throat, his brown eyes peering into her blue orbs. "Do it, murder me." He growled, taunting her, his posture eerily calm and raised when eyebrow when she hesitated. "My sister was kidnapped and brought to this shit hole of a town. Trust me, she was no troublemaker, especially being a straight A college student."
Lamika dragged the knife across his throat, a fine trail of blood appearing through she didn't cut him deep. "FUCK YOU!" She screamed, scrambling away from him. She had never killed in cold blood and wasn't about to start now even though he deserved it. She threw the knife at him, grazing his leg. "Being some straight A little preppy bitch doesn't mean she wasn't a troublemaker. You're a wrestler, on the go all the time, you don't know what them college punks get up too." She snarled.
David felt the blood trickle down his neck and wiped it off, licking his finger and smirked wickedly at her. "Been a long time since I tasted my own blood." He growled out menacingly and threw his own knife at her, lodging it right in her thigh. He pushed her to the ground, placing his foot on her throat and stated: "Say one more word about her and I'll end you."
Lamika gritted her teeth, drawing her leg up and reached for the knife's handle, hissing as she pulled it out. She then stabbed it right into his calf, twisting it viciously. "Get off of me! I won't say another word about your precious sister." She sneered angrily.
David growled out angrily, pulling away from her and ripped the knife out of his leg, throwing it to the floor. He limped to the small kitchenette, the injury would be the perfect excuse to give his boss when he requested some time off. He wanted to thank the bitch, but decided against it as he got out the first aid kit and cleaned the wound.
She got to her feet and slid down her pants, stepping out of them and kicking them away, her red boxers providing enough for modesty's sake. Lamika studied her own wound before limping out to join him, taking the peroxide when he was done, cleaning the spot and knowing she would have another scar.
Oh well, nothing that couldn't be covered. She had masked a bullet wound by having a blood red rose tattooed around it with the scar at the very center on her left leg, this new soon to be scar would just make another tat.
David didn't say a word as he started wrapping gauze around his calf, taping it in place before limping to his bed. He instantly started looking over the pictures, raking a hand through his black hair and sighed heavily. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot." He finally said. "You owe me for fucking up my car. I didn't know your friend was almost ran over, if you can't tell, I've had other matters on my mind so I'm sorry about her. She's alive and well though. You owe me and you're not leaving until you fulfill your end of the bargain." His tone was final, not about to give an inch.