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What I saw made me freeze.
The man was young, maybe twenty or late teens, not what I had expected.
I stared at him. He was tied to a chair, his face bloody from many knuckles to the face, a puddle of liquid on the floor, between his legs, his wet, stained pants told me what it was, before the smell did.
“Brought me a little pussy, did we?” He smirked through his bloody teeth. His eyes were full of humour.
I felt my stomach hit the floor, and bile hit my mouth, but I refused to be sick.
I had seen worse, but what had upset me was how young he was to be out killing people.
What for?
Fun?
Gunner POV
As much as I don’t like taking women down to the cells, Cora requested to see him, and there was little I could do about changing where he was being held. I doubt he will live to leave the cells.
Cora looked around as we headed down the stairs and the long passageway to the cell right at the end. There’s no natural light down here; there are a few small pipes for ventilation, too small for someone to crawl into and not visible from outside, and it’s at the top of the wall, almost at the ceiling, so no one can reach them to try to make the holes bigger. Somehow, no sound travels outside. I don’t know how it works; I know it does, and it’s been tested more than once to confirm that no one can hear pleas for help or screams of pain.
The guards nodded as I moved by, glancing at Cora but keeping their faces neutral. If they had opinions, they kept them to themselves; as a prospect, they learned not to ask questions.
The guard in the cell, the guy being held, nodded and moved to open the door for us.
I lowered Cora to the ground and held onto her as she hobbled inside. Thinking she would prefer to face the man inside, standing on her own two feet.
I heard her suck in her breath. When she saw him, at first, I thought it was because of how he looked, all bloodied up, but she would have seen worse than this in her job. Maybe it was because it was a young kid. It shocked us all that he was only nineteen and hated the world so much. He wanted to go out taking pot shots and passing bikes, because it was more fun watching them fall off their bikes than cars getting flat tyres. You heard me right, he said he loved shooting out tyres, seeing how you handle the sudden loss of traction, even trucks, which we still haven’t found that guy yet, if there even was one.
It was all for fun.
Sick kid, this one. If what he was saying was truth, and so far we have yet to get anything else out of him, we have nothing to worry about for now, my gut says to be watchful, that there’s more to it, but without proof and just my gut, it’s not enough, it’s enough to keep us alert, but that was it.
“Brought me a little pussy, did we?” The kid smirked through his bloody teeth.
What I hadn’t expected was Cora to limp over to him and punch him in the already broken nose. He wailed out in pain, and the nose that had just stopped bleeding started to bleed again.
“You think this is fun, that I enjoyed being shot. Why? Why did you do it?” She growled out at him, and I found myself getting hard from watching her.
“Fun.” He spat back.
“You shot me for fun?” She asked incredulously.
“Yep.” He grinned back, full of cockiness.
“Get my medical bag, will you?” I nodded to the guard, gave him my key to our bedroom, and he left. We all knew about her bag; a lot of us had seen it before it was taken to her room.
“What are you going to do, bandage me up? That’s kind of you.” Cora didn’t answer; she just crossed her arms and stared at the lad, her face hiding what she was thinking or feeling. It’s rare to find a woman who can hide herself so well; it must be years of training at the hospital.
No one said a word, all waiting to see what Cora had planned. The only sounds were the kid’s wheezing and the occasional groan. He had to be in a lot of pain, but was hiding it well.
The bag duly arrived, and Cora quickly opened it and fiddled about, pulling out a syringe and a smallbottle.
“This, my young friend.” Cora flicked the syringe to remove bubbles and continued chatting to the lad.
“It’s called Sodium Thiopental. It’s a psychoactive drug; it can be called a truth drug, but we all know it doesn’t work, not really, but it does make it a little harder for you to lie. Like being drunk, most drunks can’t lie very well.” She moved toward him, and he struggled for a while to get away from her. He couldn’t, though; he was too well tied up. Oddball moved forward and grabbed an arm, keeping it still while Cora administered the drug. Something we don’t have on hand, never thought of. It’s been a while since we had anyone here. Might speak with Scrubs about having some on hand. Cora didn’t even wipe it with those wipes; she just looked for what she needed and jabbed the needle in, no preparation.
“How long?”
“I have given him enough for his size to start about twenty minutes, but depending on how strong his will is, it could be sooner,” Cora replied.
“Next time a lady walks into a room, don’t assume she’s here to pleasure you, you’re not that good-looking.” Cora hobbled back to stand by me after putting her needle and bottle back in her bag.
I saw the kid’s eyes starting to roll in his head, like he was fighting to stay awake.
“Don’t worry, he’s trying to resist the drug, but the drug always wins,” Cora said, allowing the kid to look at her with hate. I didn’t like the look, and I didn’t have a chance to say or do anything before Oddball slapped him on the back of the head.
“Why did you shoot that lovely lady?” Oddball asked in a calm, clear, soothing voice, as if coaxing the answer out.
