A Crunch

Melissa showed up at my home the other night bruised and battered. I asked her who had done this to her. She responded by saying it was a proxy. Someone who wanted to intimidate her back into the service of the faceless one. I gave her my first aid kit and asked her for a description.

He was traveling with two women and was wearing a green sweatshirt with an operator symbol stitched onto the back and shoulders. Typical. I asked her where she had been when it happened. She told me and then told me she had given him a slit lip and a black eye fighting back. Then, much to her protests, I left and followed their footsteps.

I used to be a hunter you know? Its just what we had to do to survive. So finding a man laughing loudly with a split lip and black eye and two women was not hard. On the way I grabbed a claw hammer from a construction sight and followed them till they turned a corner. When I looked he was in an alley way harassing someone else.

I grabbed one of the women and threw her into a dumpster and shut it. The other scampered away. He turned too look at me but I grabbed him by his hood and made him. Before he could react, I pinned his hand onto the wall and smashed his thumb with the hammer.

Crunch.

He let out a yell and I moved onto his index finger.

Another.

Then after that each of his other fingers until they were twisted and deformed.

A break. A snap. A wet crack.

He was whimpering when I flipped the hammer in my hand so I was holding the head in my hand and I smashed it into his face then grabbed his jaw. I drew close and muttered to him.

"You go near the delivery girl again..." and I held up the claw end so he could see it clearly. "I'll take out each of your eyes with this."

Then I hit him again with the blunt end and then left the alley way. I've never felt so livid in my life. Not even when I was wronged in the past did I feel that angry. It felt good though, to make sure Melissa would be safe from at least one more person.

I understand that proxies are not normally this brutal but he was a thug and someone needed to silence him. He came near my friend so he had to pay the price. I hope any, proxy or not, understand that.

If not. Just take a look at that man's fingers.

They look like a piece of modern sculpture now.

Melissa is fine now though. Just a few bumps and bruises that were easily remedied with some band-aids and aspirin as well as some slightly burnt cookies. She seemed grateful despite that. And I was mostly happy to see the smile on her face return.

Anyways, as always.

Carry on.

XOXO