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Interrogate - Part Two Chapter Fourteen By Blackdawn "These wounds came from him?" asked Gr'it-in while pulling out a small, handheld looking gun. She breathed out, "Mostly. Some though are from a big cat I tangled with a few days ago." Groaning when he gave her the shot then later hissed after a hot liquid was doused over the bullet wound. Looking at the pryer device that he had pulled from the kit then to him in worry asking. "Is that really necessary?" Lowering it and looked to her, "I could pry it out with my fingers, but it would hurt even more, last longer and would open the wound further." She shook her head up and down, "Just make it quick." He said nothing but moved his hand to the wound, laying his other across opening it with the index and thumb and pressed in the tip. Da'tou hissed, closing her mandibles and shutting her eyes then grabbing handfuls of dirt as it made its way down. Feeling the pryer grab the entire bullet and readied herself. Even though she was expecting it, nothing could have prepared her for the sudden amount of pain she felt. Throwing her head back in a loud roar as the bullet and what felt like some of her own muscle was ripped out. Then, she collapsed. Laying on the ground breathing rather heavily, exhausted from everything but yet relieved the bullet was out and pain was over. Then one of the group stepped forward, knelt on one knee and began staring at her. His face hidden behind his horned mask. She pushed herself up but still sitting down also looking at him. The mental walls of her brain started to move in making her feel, like she was on display. And that's when Gr'it-in spoke. "This is Kra'-tos, the pack's leader." Their stare was broken by Da'tou looking to Gr'it-in asking. "Could you ask why he's staring at me?" And looking to Kra'tos, Gr'it-in asked. They conversed in their own language of clicks and gurgles and not even a minute later he looked back to Da'tou replying. "He said he was looking over your facial features, says you hold a strong resemblance to your family line." Hearing that sent a shock through her entire body and asked in an excited tone, "He has seen my family?" "Yes," Adding a moment later, "He is from Rer-at'n, his family line has been crafting angelic designs and symbols into the weapons and armor of Ro-ss'a's Kutishinn' guards for generations." She became exited, and not only from him knowing her family but for his position among her people, the people she never knew yet was apart of. The more Da'tou heard of her race the more she just wanted to up and leave without goodbyes to her adopted family. Becoming curious of her mother, she asked. "Does-Did he know my mother?" Gr'it-in relaid the message and answered her minutes later. "No. He has only seen her from afar a few times, but has exchanged quite a few conversations with your Father." Da'tou again was surprised on that last part, she didn't even think of her Father, all she had been hearing about was her Mother. And Gr'it-in adding from reading her reaction, "Only the same sex between guard and outsider are permitted to speak to each another, which is why he never spoke to your Mother before." That had made her think. What was going to happen to them if she did leave here? And she asked. Gr'it-in lowered his head replying almost sadly, "I do not know." A noise suddenly stirred Da'tou from her calm trance, the others also snapping out of their state, and she looked down. Relief swelled in her when seeing the assassin moving and moaning, probably too far in shock to realize how much pain he was really in. She pushed herself up and over letting her legs dangle over the edge then dropped the rest of the way. Landing on her feet but upon hitting the ground had sent a hard pang through every fresh wound in her causing her to fall on her side in a gasp. Determined to find out who sent him she tried her best to ignore the pain and got to her feet and limped to his broken body, hearing the others also jump down behind her and following her. Slowly rolling him over onto his back with her foot then slammed the same foot onto his right wrist that caused him to scream. Still moving slowly, she leaned downward smiling and commented. "Now I'm really glad you're a tough guy." Which she was replied with him baring his teeth growling. "Fuck you!" he yelled. Da'tou kept on smiling but stopped when he looked behind her that made her do the same. Looking up to Gr'it-in towering above her then to Kra'-tos, both the hunters remaining silent and she turned back to the assassin struggling under her foot. Looking at his small dirty hand clenching and unclenching then back to Gr'it-in at an idea. "Do you have a knife, a handheld one?" Though he didn't say anything, he still pulled a knife from his belt carved entirely from an ivory bone and handed it to her. Looking at the knife and back to Gr'it-in, "Have another?" she asked. On that one he turned looking to one behind him and speaking to the hunter in their language. The hunter didn't reply but stayed silent, then after a quick moment laid his hand on a big metal handle of a knife in its sheath on his left hip then stopped and looked to Gr'it-in. Da'tou couldn't help the uneasy feeling she was getting from this hunter when he seemed reluctant in giving up his weapon, but quickly had unsheathed the knife handing it to Gr'it-in who handed it to her. She turned to the assassin smiling again and lifted the bone knife where he could see it. "Remember when you said I should have broken your other arm?" she said. Closing his eyes, teeth still bared and groaning. The tight cramped features on his face showing how desperately he was trying to hold back the pain he was feeling and gasped. "So what?" Da'tou flipped the knife around, blade facing down, lifted her hand high and brought it down. The knife penetrated his hand all the way through and into the ground straight to the handle that made his upper body lurch forward in a loud scream. "How about that, huh?" she said almost cheerfully. Tears now formed in his eyes and screamed, "You damn bitch." Switching her footing, leaving the knife in his hand, and placed her right foot on the elbow of his broken arm and slowly applied pressure. His screaming turned louder every second as she flaunted the second knife in his eye sight while she examined it. "You know. I come to an average with skinning an animal in a short time limit, holes in the skin and cuts in the muscle." Now running the blade's tip down his right cheek and neck careful not to cut him, "But am perfect when taking my time." Hearing that had made his eyes open and a look of worry came across his face as the blade ran across his chest and to his right shoulder. He whimpered, "What-What are you going to do?" Her mandibles cracked just slightly, a yautja version of a sneer. "You'll see." Running the tip to the middle part of his upper arm and them moved it in circles. "But before I start this, I'll give you a fair warning. Tell me what I want to know, answer all my questions, and I promise I will kill you quickly." He growled then blurted loudly, "Fuck you. I'm not saying anything." Her sneer turned into a smile and leaned down closer to him. "I had a feeling you would say that." And then slowly dug in the tip. The assassin's screams rang in her ears as he squirmed under her foot as she cut a three inch-long line that gradually turned into a misshaped "I." A minute later she had pinched a corner of his skin holding it up so it would cause more pain and keep the cutting nice and clean then laid the edge of the blade at a tilt between the skin and muscle and began cutting. The blade was so sharp it had nicely glided along, a sawing motion wasn’t even needed, all she had to do was slice off a portion when the blade reached its tip then start over from the base again. She could tell the knife was properly taken care of, and the same probably went for the rest of the weapons, one of those very few people who showed a real love of and for weapons. Minutes later his screaming turned to eary screeches, and screeches to sobbing. Later, after four inches of skin three inches in width was pulled back revealing blood and the smooth surface of his muscle, he caved in. Da'tou stopped, letting the skin drop and pulled back. "So you will tell me everything?" she asked. He shook his head up and down, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "Yes. Yes I'll tell you everything I know." She smiled, "Good." Squatting to give her body a rest and began asking her questions. "Did Mayara hire you?" He grimaced and whimpered, "N-No." Her mandibles quivered and eyes narrowed, "Then why did I see Mayara giving you orders?" "Because, Mayara looked to my client for assistance in removing you. I was specially hired for the job." "Why does Mayara want me dead?" "I don't know." Believing he was lying, she reached forward grabbing his skin and squeezed that made him throw his head back into another series of screams then said between breaths. "It's the truth. It’s the fucking truth." She loosened her grip and he continued, "I don't know why he wants you dead. I was only offered a job from my cell . . . my client said the target wasn't human and that I would be paid more." After he remained silent for a few seconds, she shook him, "What else were you told?" "I-I, he said where the target was located, and that I would be informed the rest when reaching his customers." That sped her heart, "Customers?" she said, then thought. There is another, not just Mayara? "Yeah," he croaked, "It's some thirty-year-old guy. I didn't ask for the name and it wasn't given." Da'tou lowered her head and gasped when her stomach suddenly tightened, a wave of pain sent her to her right knee but caught herself from completely falling by laying her palm onto the ground. And at same time a large hand clasped onto her shoulder and another on her side, looking up and wasn't the least surprised to see it was Gr'it-in. "You require further medical attention Da'tou," he stated, "and rest." "I know Gr'it-in," Looking to the ground, "I know." Then turned her attention back to the assassin who looked liked he was just about to pass out. His eyes wavered and body trembled, like he was both cold and scared. Probably was. "Y-You're promise." He said while closing his eyes for a few seconds then shot them open. "You promised . . . you-you would . . . kill me." Repositioning the knife and gripped it tightly, "So I did." Da'tou moved her body around sending the blade into the left side of his head directly into the ear. There was a crack from the blade hitting and forced through the fragile bone of his skull followed by the wet sound of meat and brain tissue slicing that caused the assassin's body a quick jolt and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Seconds had gone by before she pulled out the blade and then the other from the hand wiping both on the dead man's shirt and stood to her feet. First handing back Gr'it-in's knife then slowly walked to the hunter who had given her the second and presented it to him. That's when she realized this one was a few inches shorter then the rest. As before, he remained silent and still, but shortly laid his clawed hand in hers taking back his knife and sheathing it. Turning around, Da'tou walked back to the corpse and looked down to it. She would be one soon if she didn't stop Mayara. Gr'it-in's hand fell on her right shoulder asking, "Are you alright?" Her mandibles clacked together, still staring at the body and replied plainly. "No." Her new and first mate ever was quick to respond. "Then lay down and allow me to care your wounds. Give yourself time to rest." "No." She said again, "it runs deeper then my wounds." Balling her hands into fists, "I have to kill Mayara." Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |