Cutting Loose
Orin and Paulie lifted Moira down from the back of the truck. She was
tied to a chair with a nylon strap around her waist. Her hands were
bound together in front of her with heavy plastic zip-ties, like the
police use now instead of handcuffs. As they carried her inside,
Paulie tried to make eye contact with her, but she just stared straight
ahead with an emotionless look on her face. Dried blood caked under
her nose and down the corners of her mouth and she was biting a cut-off
broom stick handle in her mouth that was held in place with wire around
the back of her head. Paulie couldn't even tell if she recognized
him. As they set her chair down against one wall of the garage, Orin
looked at her and chuckled. "How you doin'
sweetie pie?" he said, squeezing her left nipple through her blood-stained halter top with his thick fingers. Her expression didn't change.
Paulie couldn't tell if she was even aware of what was happening. Her
eyes just stared straight ahead. As Orin walked over to close the
garage door, Paulie reached in his pocket and slid a couple of razor
blades under her thigh, hoping she would be able to use them. Her face
showed no reaction. Her hands, bound together rested in her lap.
Orin swaggered back over towards Moira grinning. "Well kid, we've got
all night. What do you think we should do to pass the time?" he said,
Looking Moira up and down. Paulie had to distract him. He had to do
something, but what? There was nothing but the three of them locked in
an empty 30' by 30' storage unit. He did the only thing he could think of. He
walked away from them and laughed; that goofy annoying laugh of his.
"You serious? Man you're like old enough to be her dad or something."
This ticked Orin off. His jaw tightened. "Kid, I'm getting really
tired of your mouth." he said, pointing his finger at Paulie for
emphasis. Paulie kept laughing, "What are you talkin'
about man?" turning his back on Orin, acting like he was looking around
the building. Orin's blood pressure went up another notch. "Don't you
turn your back on me." Orin shouted as he marched over to Paulie and
shoved him from behind into the concrete wall. "I'm sick of your
slacker attitude!" he said, as Paulie's face hit the wall, and he fell
to his knees. "What's your problem?" Paulie said groggily and he tried
to get to his feet. Orin walked over and kicked Paulie in the ribs
with the point of his boot. Paulie fell to the floor coughing. "Kid,
if you know what's good for you, you'll shut your mouth right now." As
Orin turned to walk back towards Moira, Paulie struggled to clear his
head. When he had hit the wall he was pretty sure his nose broke,
along with two of his teeth. The kick knocked the wind out of him, and
he struggled to remain conscious. Still, he managed to lift himself up
on one elbow. "Dude, I think you broke one of my ribs." he sputtered,
as blood dripped from his mouth. Orin saw red. He spun around,
pulling his pistol from it's shoulder holster. Aiming the barrel at
Paulie's head, he said, "I warned you kid. You just don't know when to
shut up!" As he cocked the pistol forcefully with his thumb, he heard
a quiet noise behind him.
Moira was running at full speed towards Orin when he saw her over
his shoulder. By the time he started turning around to face her, she
was ten feet away, launching herself into the air, reaching for his
throat. For a split second Orin thought it was funny; this ninety
pound chick coming at him. Until he saw the glint of the razor blades
she pinched in each hand. He swung his arm around to hit her just as
her hands reached his neck. He felt a thin blade slash across his
upper chest, and snap in half when it hit his collar bone. Just as
this happened, his gun went off, hitting the florescent light, plunging
the entire garage into total blackness. Everyone fell dead silent.
This was interesting Paulie thought to himself. One enraged thug
with a gun, one trained killer psycho-chick with a razor blade, and me,
locked in a totally dark storage unit.
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I know, techincally, these things are never really supposed to end but I feel like this one is so close!"
...haha Moira's awesome."
Love it. : )"