Part 19- Dragula by Rob Zombie
He skidded to a stop at the foot of the stairs and listened. He had heard the gun fight and the explosion after the second failed call to Billy. He wasn't sure about what was going on, and he didn't know if he really wanted to be aware of what was going on, but he couldn't leave his boys to fend for themselves. He took two swift steps to the open doorway, and came to a halt when he laid eyes upon her; the girl. He instantly withdrew his gun as did she.
"You?" Heco asked, amused. Then his eyes drifted to the growing fire on a workbench in the far side of the room, and Baggy…disfigured. The smile dropped from his face as he took in the sight of his late friend and he felt horror as well as rage bubble up in him, "You fucking little cunt!"
"Can't stand the sight, can you? Seeing a friend bleeding and helpless…Dead; unable to do anything about it. How does it feel?"
"We should have fucking slit your throat that night when we had the fucking chance!" Heco yelled. His face turned red and spittle flew from his mouth.
"That's something we all can agree on, but that didn't happen, did it? Instead you chose to make my life miserable, a living hell. I'm only giving you the same," she said as she started inching closer, circling him.
He became nervous. Where was everyone? She certainly couldn't have…killed them all, could she? That was ridiculous. She was just a fucking girl; no more than 120 pounds probably. Baggy's death was just unfortunate luck and she wasn't about to hit gold again. Not with him.
"You think you can just walk in here and take us out? Well it's not gonna fucking happen! You're over!" His finger pulled the trigger at the same time that she kicked the gun out of his hand. Throbbing with pain, he swung his fist at her, but she caught it between her forearms and kicked him again; this time in his crotch. She hit him in the face with her gun before letting him fall to the floor.
Fire swelled up into his belly as he coughed and gagged, clawing at the floor. Her boot crushed into his side, causing the little bit of air in his lungs to billow out. Black spots danced at the edges of his vision and he gasped for air. He felt himself being turned on his back and something encircling his neck.
"What the fuck?" he rasped.
"For Delia," she whispered in his ear and tugged violently on the cord around his neck.
The tug was so hard she lifted his back off of the floor. As he struggled against the pressure on his neck, he rose to his knees and he grabbed her leg, yanking it out from under her. She fell to the floor and the cord loosened enough for him to catch his breath. He swung his fist out, hitting her hard in the jaw and she cried out from the force. Not surrendering her grip on the cord, she wrapped it around her hands and pulled hard.
"Bitc-!" he started to scream, but she put both feet against his chest and pulled on the cord as tight as she could. He coughed and choked. Spit dribbled out of his mouth and his eyes turned blood red, bulging. He pounded his fists against her legs, clawed at the cord around his neck that was turning raw and bloody. Blood vessels must have burst in his eyes because soon blood was welling up in both of them and pouring down his face. She went for one last, final tug with as much force as she could muster and pulled as she pushed her feet against his chest at the same time.
He saw the blackness return to his vision, felt his lungs burning and his head exploding. He never knew what it felt like to die, and he decided in those last few seconds that this wasn't the way he wanted to go out. He always thought he go out fighting gracefully, respectfully. Head held high and still firing his rounds with his last breath. Instead he was dying at the hands of a young girl; completely succumbed to her. He felt no pride or fulfillment, and as the darkness overtook him he started into her face; with the last flutter of his heart, he saw himself mirrored in her eyes.
I heard a sickening crack and let his body fall limply to the floor. I slowly let go of the cord, indents deep and purple in my hands. I backed up away from him, unable to take my eyes off his blue and bloodied face. I snatched up my guns, repressing the urge to empty my stomach. I started retracing my steps, heading back for the door; for air. I ran out of the room and over the dead body of one of the men I had killed. As I came to the end of the corridor, I heard the first explosion soon followed by others. The fire had gotten to the other containers.
"What the hell was that?" I heard a voice up ahead of me. I held my breath and flattened myself against the wall.
"Go, go, go!" They rounded the corner running. I shot five rounds into the first guy, and he fell face first to the floor.
"Jamie, no!" The second guys looked up to me as I fired another round and he fell against the wall. I walked towards him, gun pointed at his head and pulled the trigger, but all I heard was a click.
"Should have aimed better the first time," he said and grabbed the gun in my hand, yanking me to him. I brought my second gun up, ready to shoot him, but he snatched my hand bring it around my back, causing me to drop it. I screamed out at the pain.
He slammed me up against the wall, grabbing a handful of my hair and bashed my head against it. Vertigo over took me and he yanked my head back. Before he could bring it forward into the wall again, I reached my right hand back and clawed at his face. I placed my left foot against the wall and he let go of my hair, taking hold of my hand. I put my right foot on the wall and pushed against it, sending us backwards.
We scuttled back and he spun me around, throwing me into a window. I felt shards cut into my face and the blood start to drip. I didn't fall through, but I fell to the floor instead and on top of the shattered glass. He grabbed my feet, dragging me toward him. My shirt rose and glass cut into my exposed stomach, embedding into my skin. I let out a groan and dug my nails into the floor, but to no avail. Then I noticed a particular large sliver of glass.
I started kicking my legs, making him lose his grip on me. I struck my foot into his knee and as he cried out, I grabbed the sharp fragment.
"You're gonna pay for what you've done, you fuck," he said and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling me towards him again. I flipped on my side and caught hold of the sleeve of his leather jacket. Using the bulk of my upper body strength, I brought my arm around and buried the shard upwards into his neck.
His eyes widened, I kept hold of the glass, holding him up. His hand fell from my shirt and I rammed the glass deeper into the back of his skull. Blood spilled from his lips and onto my hand. I let the shard go and he fell to the floor, motionless. I wiped my hand on his shirt when suddenly his pocket lit up, vibrating. Curious, I stuck my fingers inside, pulling out a cell phone.
I flipped it open; one text message.
"Once ur finished, cum back 2 the shop. Bones has shit 4 us 2 do."
The sender was Billy.
"Where're your fuckin' goons at, Billy? You boys sure do like to waste my time," Bones asked, sitting back in his chair and resting his hands on his large belly. Billy sneered.
"They're on their fuckin' way," he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, checking the time; nearly midnight. He had texted them fifteen minutes ago. They should have already been here by now.
"Well, they better get here fuckin' soon. We don't have all night for this shit, ya know. Speaking of shit, how's life been for ya, Billy? Any new women in your life? Someone you can bring home and introduce to your dear dad?"
"Listen, ya fat fuck, I'm-"
"Billy!" Bodie interrupted him, grabbing his shoulder, "Come on, dog. Chill."
Billy shrugged Bodie's hand off his shoulder, keeping his eyes locked on Bones'. It took all his might not to jump across that desk and jam a gun in his face. He broke eye contact, putting his hands on his heads and breathing slowly through his nose.
"Yo, I'll go start the car and we'll go pick them up. I'm sure everything's all right, just some bullshit as usual," Bodie said, patting Billy on the back and walking out of Bones' office.
"Ya know, I can't put up with this shit for much longer. All I ever do is give you fuck-ups break after break and I'm not sure if I'm capable of giving you another chance," Bones got up from his desk and placed his palms on the cool glass. Billy dropped his hands from his head and looked down at them, sighing.
"I don't know what your problem is," Bones continued, "or what's goin' on in your life that you can do a simple fuckin' task for me, but I'm wearin' thin here, son. After aaaalll the bullshit you've pulled this past year, I'm startin' to really wonder if you can take care of things after I'm gone."
"Yeah, and who the fuck says I want to take care of your shit!" Billy yelled as he turned around to face Bones.
"What, you got dreams of your own?" Bones chuckled. He took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "You can barely take care of your men, yourself. Hell, a fuckin' girl cost your dipshit of a brother his life."
"You fuckin' leave him out of this! He never did shit to you!"
"Yeah, he never did shit! He was worthless just like you!"
A gunshot suddenly sounded from outside and both men turned to face the front of the shop.
"What the fuck was that?" Billy asked when suddenly the office phone started to ring. Bones slowly reached for the receiver, his gaze still on Billy. After holding the phone to his ear for a moment he held it out for Billy. He walked up to the desk, giving Bones a wary look before taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.
"Billy, she's-" Bodie's voice sounded from the other end, but was finished by another gunshot.
Billy yanked the phone from his ear as it started to ring from the high frequency of the sound. He looked back to see Bones digging in his safe for guns. Billy dropped the phone, walking to him. Bones tossed him a shotgun.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."