Okay everyone, this is it. This is the version of Ghost Skills that is going to the publishers! This is the fourth and final version, and does not differ much from the one I posted a few months ago, except that it is edited, and a few new conversations have been added, and a few old conversations have been expanded. This is the exact version that will be published someday (hopefully). Vote and comment, and please, tell me what you think! Enjoy!!!
I pulled up to the warehouse and saw the yellow caution tape flapping in the wind, blocking every door and window on the first floor; evidence of my last visit here. Parking around the back, I pulled Juicy's limp body out of my truck and dragged him to the back door. Ripping the tape and kicking in the door, I strode into the large room. Memories came back to me; the bark of the Kalashnikov's, the way the bodies fell as my Ninjato cut through them, the screams of dying men.
I dumped Juicy's body in the center of the room and looked around for the things I needed. The chair was overturned behind a table, the duct tape in a cabinet in the office, and the assorted hammers were in a toolbox I had brought with me. Dragging Juicy over to the chair I removed his shoes and socks and taped his hands behind him, making sure he couldn't escape, but left his feet loose. When I was finally ready I slapped him a few times and he started to wake up.
Groaning, he lifted his head as his eyes fluttered open. “Chambers? What the hell are you doin?”
“The fact that you're a pimp and a Knight is bad enough and would warrant your death Juicy. But child prostitution warrants so much more. I'm gonna make you beg for your death, and maybe, if you’re lucky, I'll grant your request. But for now, we are gonna play toesies.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? You're a dead man!” he sneered.
I laughed in his face. “See it is you who has no idea who I am. You would know me as Ghost.”
He turned three different shades of white and started pleading, all confidence gone. “Oh my God, please Ghost, don't kill me! I'll change. I'm not like those other guys. It was only for the money!”
I gritted my teeth, and it took everything I had to not kill him right then. “For money? You exploit women, pimp young girls, and destroy lives every day that you breathe, and you expect me to think that because it was just for money that you're justified? You're not walking out of here Juicy. In fact, you will never walk again.”
I ignored the sounds of the man pleading behind me and, turning to the table, placed my toolbox on top of it. I neatly laid all my hammers in a row; a small tapping hammer, a rubber mallet, a ball peen hammer, a claw hammer, and lastly a three pound sledge. Grabbing the plastic headed tapping hammer I turned back to Juicy. He saw the tool in my hand and tried scooting the chair away from me.
“They never learn,” I sighed to myself, dropping the hammer on the table. I walked over and, grabbing him around the shoulders, dragged him back. Picking up the hammer once again, I smiled, twisting it in my hands as I spoke.
“We are gonna play a game called toesies. Your feet are loose because you need to be able to move them, but you're not allowed to move your hands, hence the tape. You are, however, allowed to scream, which is why I didn't tape your mouth. Those are the rules, now let's play,” I said, excitement flooding my voice.
I crouched in front of him and swung the tiny hammer for his bare feet. He screeched and moved them out the hammer's path, then aimed a kick for me. I swung the hammer again and made contact with his shin.
He screeched again and I laughed. “That's another rule, no kicking. Kick again and I'll kill you right now.”
“Man you're crazy! Please, just let me go!” he wailed.
“Oh come on Juicy. You don't wanna play?” I taunted. Swinging the hammer again before he could answer, I connected with the toes on his right foot and he yelled in pain.
“See? Toesies isn't that bad.”