Out For Blood 51

Mason swung his right hand from behind his left shoulder catching Brenda square on the jaw with the back of his fist. She fell against the side of the blue Ford landing face down and unconscious next to it.

His initial plans were to kill her there and put her body on the back seat, and then take both her and the dead girl in the trunk out to Joshua Falls and set fire to the car. He would then hitch a lift back to Lynchburg and finally dispose of Kesslers’ little toy car. Celia Brontrose in the meantime would see to it that Kessler one way or another; would never leave Martinsville. Not alive anyway.

As he was looking at Brenda lying there he began to have second thoughts, another plan was hatching, and a more pleasurable one at that. He closed the trunk of the blue Ford and putting Brenda over his shoulder he thought about carrying her to the Marianna II, but if someone should turn up to enjoy the lake he may be seen. He decided to put Brenda in the front passenger seat and climbed in himself at the drivers’ side, within a minute he had the car hot-wired and running.

He drove the short distance to the Marianna II and got out, and then hauling Brenda from the car he hitched her over his shoulder and proceeded to ferry her across the gangplank. Once on board he carried her into the spacious cabin and dumped her unceremoniously onto the double bed.

She was lay on her back with her knees raised and twisted to her right, her arms were by her sides and her head was slightly tilted to the left. Her raven hair had flicked across her face obscuring most of it. Mason brushed this aside and turned her head to face him, her right cheek was bruised and her bottom lip had a small split near its corner. He unfastened the belt on her Mac and with a bit of a struggle managed to take it off, he then tossed it aside and to the floor.

Mason again straightened Brendas’ hair, then lowering his gaze he smiled privately to himself, like a young boy who had just pulled the wings off his first dragonfly. He slowly unfastened one of the buttons on her blouse and gently separated her collar; his breathing had now become more rapid.

His hands had began sweating, he wiped them on Brendas’ thighs and felt the toned muscle beneath the cloth of her jeans, this seemed to spur him on even more, he unfastened a second and third button which then revealed her cleavage.

Mason soon tired of this slow method and pulling her blouse apart he revealed the white lacy bra that cradled her perfect breasts so well. Again he smiled child-like. Mason reached out and began to caress his captive with both hands. His breathing was now deep and sounded almost laboured, he straightened his back ready to disrobe when from the corner of his eye through a narrow window he caught sight of the blue Ford parked by the Marianna II, he thought it might draw unwanted attention to the boat.

Taking two gold coloured ropes from the curtains of the cabin windows he bound Brendas’ feet, and putting her hands around her back he bound those also. He then looked through the drawers in the galley and found a roll of grey duct-tape; peeling of a six inch strip he pressed it over Brendas’ mouth. He then searched through her jeans for the keys to Larrys’ car but they weren’t there, he picked up the Mac and rifled her pockets until he had found them. ‘I’ll come back for you later!’ He said with another smile.

Mason left the Marianna II and drove the blue Ford up to the house, he knew the car would be known to the police and didn’t want to risk being pulled over in it. When he reached the main gates he punched in a code on the keypad and the gates opened. He drove through looking into the rear view mirror to ensure they had closed behind him. He then carried on around to the back of the house and concealed the car in a small lock-up garage; his plan was now to dispose of the car during nightfall.

After walking back to the front of the house he took a set of keys from his jacket pocket and entered. Once inside he walked through the door that directly faced the entrance, this led into a larger hallway. Directly in front of him now was the door that led into the kitchen, to his left and to his right was a staircase that met behind him above his head, Mason took the stairs to his right as his bedroom was the first door he would come to.

Masons’ room for a chauffer, or any other member of domestic staff for that matter was lavish in the very least. His floor was a rich polished hardwood with a three-metre square Persian rug in the centre; a door to his right led into his ensuite bathroom and to his left was his four-poster king-size bed. Facing the door as you entered were two floor to ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the nearby mountains.

The walls themselves were large ornate mahogany panels, and every piece of furniture in the room was an antique. He turned left as he entered and opening a drawer he took out a spare set of keys for the Bentley, which themselves held a second fob for the gates. Mason left and locked up the house and then struggled to climb into Greggs’ car, but somehow managed it.

After leaving the grounds he headed back down to the lake and to Brenda on the Marianna II. He parked the car on the parking lot and walked the short distance from there to the boat. He opened the door to the cabin to see she was still lying on the bed motionless.

He was about to go to her when his cell-phone rang, he looked at the display but didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello who is this…? Ah I see… yes she is Miss Brontrose, but a little tied up right now… no, she tried to make the call but now her phone and she have been separated… yes Miss Brontrose, fully understood.’ Mason then heard a lot of wind, some loud crackling and the phone suddenly went dead.

He put his cell-phone into his jacket pocket and resumed his game. ‘Okay then…’ he said rubbing his sweaty palms together. ‘Time for a little fun!’

He took off his jacket and laid it across a chair which faced a dressing table and mirror, he turned back to Brenda and after a moments thought decided it would be a little easier for him if he untied her legs. But her hands would remain tied behind her back. He knelt on the floor at the bottom of the bed and began methodically undoing the knots.

When he had finished he pulled the gold coloured cord from Brendas’ ankles and was about to stand when he felt a sharp stabbing pain inside the socket of his left eye. He stumbled and fell back clutching his face and shouting in agony, Brenda struggled but managed to wriggle off the bed.

Mason was preoccupied feeling the inside of his eye socket, what he searched for was skewered onto Brendas’ right shoe heel. She raised her foot and stamped on his groin with all the venom she could muster, then with all her weight she crashed through the thin louver door and ran up the few steps onto the deck.

She heard Mason shouting after her, growling obscenities as he got up and started out of the cabin. Brenda ran onto the gangplank and the heel that served her so well inside the cabin just now... became her downfall. Her shoe was stuck fast in one of the small gaps of the gang-plank and she tripped, with her hands tied behind her she had no chance of saving herself and hit the water head first.

She kicked her legs and after what seemed minutes but was only seconds righted herself, she looked upward to see the surface of the water moving further away from her as she sank to the bottom. All around was silent; she hastily looked left and right for some form of release from this watery hell, but nothing was on offer.

She then again looked up towards the ever decreasing light breaking through the surface, and half expected Mason to come crashing through it to finish her off, she then heard what sounded like three muffled gunshots and saw a small surface disturbance. Brenda watched as the thing that hit the water came towards her; as it passed her face she saw it was a gun.

The pains in her chest screamed for release, but Brenda needed the air to stay in her lungs if she was going to live through this; however the urge to breathe was far too strong for Brenda to simply ignore. She looked upwards once more as the last breath of her life burst from her and scurried to the surface like bits of confetti caught in a rising thermal breeze.

Brenda then had no choice, her brain telling her lungs to breathe in, and her will for self-preservation telling them not to. Just then from the distance a light seemed to be moving towards her, a soft almost warm amber glow.

She looked on as the glowing grew nearer, then saw herself as a child on the swings of a small playground being pushed by her father, her mother called her name but as she turned to find her the thickness of the cold water rushing into her lungs made her convulse violently, this seemed to last for many long seconds before the glow evaporated to nothing, and Brenda was also gone. Her green eyes were wide and unmoving, staring into the cold death that had imprisoned her; her skin looked pale as she settled on the bottom of the lake, motionless but for the soft current playing with her Raven hair.

* * *

Dane and Sam had just left Danville and were on their way along highway 58 to Martinsville. ‘This is some fuckin set o’ wheels… yee hah!’ Yelled Dane as he snaked Mariannas’ BMW X5 across both lanes of the road.

‘Cut it out Dane ya gonna kill the fuckin’ both of us!’ Complained Sam holding on to the sides of his seat.
‘Awe stop your winin’. T’aint like we’re goin’ fast!’
‘I aint winin’ Dane, and y’are goin’ too fast, now would ya slow the fuck down?’
‘I know what it is… your jealous cause you aint drivin’.’
‘No I aint jealous ya moron, so just quit it Dane, please!’
‘Jeez Sam, you really are a pussy sometimes d’ya know that?’

Dane suddenly slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt throwing Sam hard against the inside of the windshield.
‘You cocksuckin’ Mother… what in hells name did ya go’an do that for Dane?’ shouted Sam.
Dane said nothing; he just stared out through the windshield and whistled.
‘Are you even listenin’ t’me? …Hey?’

Dane still looked out through the windshield, but this time he pointed at something.
Sam turned his head to look, his eyes widened. ‘Holy Mother of God,’ he said now seeing what Dane was looking at.
On the near horizon they could see dozens of lightning strikes and thick dark clouds; and they knew it was in roughly the same location as Martinsville. It was the biggest storm either of them had ever witnessed in many years. Dane took his foot off the brake and began heading towards it.

‘What the fuck are ya doin’? We gotta wait till its clear Dane.’
‘Not this time Sam, we can’t delay getting’ this cargo to Ella.’
‘Why, what so special bout this one?’
‘Can’t say Sam, cept we gotta deliver soon!’

Sam folded his arms and sat back in his seat. ‘Well all I can say is that fuckin’ garage door better be fuckin’ wide open when we get there, otherwise you’re drivin’ this “Some fuckin’ set o’ wheels” right through the fucker… ya hear me?’
Dane smiled. ‘Copy that little buddy!’