Out For Blood 13

Vicky and Jill looked nervously at each other, neither one of them sure of their fate.
When the man in the uniform was certain the others had gone he turned back to face the girls. ‘Vehicle belong to wanna you ladies?’ he said nodding at Vicky's car.
‘Yes, it’s mine.’ she said.
‘You was drivin’ I take it?’
‘No, I was.’ said Jill.
He turned to Jill. ‘You got a licence Missy?’

Cont...

Jill didn’t like the term “Missy”, but she wasn’t about to complain. ‘Yes I have, but first don’t you—’
‘Can you go get it for me?’ his voice still calm and still commanding.
‘But what about—’
‘NOW!’ this he shouted causing both of them to jump.

Vicky decided while Jill went to get her licence she would remain silent unless the big man spoke first. Luckily he too waited in silence. The one he called Billy was standing half way between the body and the edge of the road, he was nervously fidgeting as though he needed to urinate.

Jill returned and passed the big man in the uniform her licence; he held it out to the side and read from the lights of the patrol car.
He looked at the licence then at Jill ‘Columbia?’ he questioned, and then looked back at the licence again.

‘Yes,’ said Jill. ‘We were on our way to Richmond when…’ she didn’t bother to finish the sentence.
He took another quick look at the body and then returned his attention back to the girls. ‘Looks like you’ll both be comin’ with me.’ he then put Jills licence into his back pocket. ‘Now, is the car driveable?’

‘Yes.’ said Vicky. ‘It only has a cracked windshield, and a dent in the fender.’
As he held out his hand in the direction of Billy, Billy stepped forward. ‘Okay, give young Billy here the keys.’ Young was the operative word; although he was over six feet in height he could not have been much older than sixteen, seventeen at the very most. He was scrawny-thin and wore a bib and braces, with a dirty white vest underneath. His hair was shaved very short around his head except for the top, which made his head look pineapple-like. He reached out for the keys and as Jill passed them to him he smiled, she noticed he had unusually perfect teeth.

‘Billy, you go by Tarboro ridge, and drive carefully, don’t want you slippin’ over.’ the big man in uniform said this with a glint in his eye.
‘Yes Sir Mr Rob—’ Billy stopped short when a huge gloved hand struck his face.
‘Sir… will do fine Billy.’ said Mr Rob.
‘Yes s-sir.’ said Billy looking at the ground.

‘Is he old enough to drive?’ asked Vicky. He was certainly tall enough.
‘Well, he aint never killed no one. Least not while he was drivin’ anyways.’ he said half looking round once more at the twisted body, and then he looked back at the girls and smiled. Well Jill thought it was a smile. ‘Now if you two wouldn’t mind turnin’ round.’ he said as he reached for the back of his belt.

‘Surely you’re not arresting us?’ protested Vicky.
‘What? You can’t do that, we’ve done nothing wrong.’ shouted Jill.
He pulled two long strips of black plastic from his back pocket and spoke slowly and calmly. ‘I’ll ask you one more time… turn around, and place your hands behind your back.’

Vicky and Jill put their hands behind their backs and turned to face Vicky's car, which by now was being reversed back onto the road, one of the front tyres was grating on the bent fender, and the radiator had started to lose steam. Then they watched as the red tail lights defused by smoke and steam disappeared into the night. They had no idea they would never see the car again.

“Zzzip” ‘Hey!’ shouted Jill. ‘That’s too tight!’
“Zzzip” ‘Ow, Fuck you asshole!’ said Vicky, then a sharp pain on the right side of her head sent her to the floor. First her left knee hit the road and with no hands to save herself the left side of her forehead struck the road, not hard, but with enough force to scrape off a couple of layers of skin. She screamed out and so did Jill.

Mr Rob pointed at Vicky and shouted with all the anger he could summon. ‘WATCH THAT FUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS BITCH!’, then he bent over and with little or no effort at all lifted Vicky to her feet by her hair. She groaned loudly at the intense pain.
‘Leave her alone you f—!’ shouted Jill, knowing finishing the sentence would result in her getting the same treatment.

He glared at Jill; the rim of his hat shadowed his face from the speckles of white light of the moon flickering through the clouds and trees.
‘Follow me please.’ his voice was once more calm and once more he stepped over the body in the road with total disregard. He opened one of the rear doors and as Vicky got in he rested his large gloved hand on her head.

‘Don’t want you banging your pretty little head now do we?’ he said caressing her hair. Vicky shook her head and pulled away from his reach. Small dots of blood had seeped from the graze on her forehead and were coalescing into larger drops.

‘Scoot over Missy.’ said Mr Rob.
Vicky slid across the seat and Jill got in beside her, the car door was closed with a thud, causing both Vicky and Jill to jump once more. They looked at each other and moved closer to try to comfort one another. Jill tried to sit back, but with her hands which were probably blue by now bound behind her she could not.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked Vicky softly.
Vicky's eye make-up had run down her face, two black lines which made her resemble Alice Cooper thinned out as they reached the corners of her mouth. And now one thin red line ran down the left side of her face. She just nodded to Jill and stared at her knees.

‘The stronger we are, the clearer we’ll think. We can’t let him know we’re scared of him, if we do—’ the thought of what might happen struck her silent.
Vicky nodded again and took two or three deep breaths to calm herself down; she could now feel the right side of her face begin to swell from the blow it had sustained from the hand of Mr Rob, and the left side of her forehead was throbbing, but the bleeding had now stopped.

‘What’s he going to do with us?’ This was a question Jill had no answer for; and Vicky knew this before she’d even asked it.

They hadn’t noticed but Mr Rob was walking back along the side of the patrol car and stopped to open the trunk. Then there was a Thud’ud, and the trunk was then slammed shut. They looked past the tight mesh grille in front of them and through the windshield of the patrol car; the body was no longer on the road, and Mr Rob was walking away from them in the headlights. He stopped and bent over picking something up, when he returned to the patrol car he opened the drivers’ door and before he got in he threw a boot onto the front passenger seat.

‘Now then, you ladies just sit back and enjoy the ride.’ he said looking over his right shoulder. The stench of sweat and urine from Mr Rob was overwhelming, and something else smelt as though it had died in the patrol car.
‘Where are you taking us?’ asked Vicky.
Mr Rob did not respond.
‘You didn’t read us our rites.’ said Jill.’

Mr Rob turned and looked over his shoulder again. ‘You have the rite to remain silent; anything you say could result in severe pain and immense discomfort. So if I were you, I’d shut the fuck up!’ he then started the car and turned it around, driving off at a leisurely pace he began to whistle, not any particular tune however, just whistling.