Hood Misfits, Volume 4

by Brick

  He shook his head staring at me in an animalistic scowl before pain contorted his face and he gasped then croaked out, “Kill me and you still go to prison.”

  Shrugging, I took a needle full of Indigo and waved it between my fingers. “Probably, but I gives not one fuck. I’ll use it to my advantage and make sure I don’t do life or death, because I’m special.”

  Laughing, I poked him with it, pumping it in his veins. I ripped off his shirt and then turned to get an IV bag. “So let’s play. I got a story for you. See, that woman I call my aunt is my mother, but I’m sure you know that, right? Anyway, she gave me this nice little bag that is full of some crap that will keep you awake and let you feel everything I do to you. This makes this shit fun for me and fun for you. Ready?”

  “Fuck you, you sick bastard!” Micah raggedly hissed out. He tried to pull at his bindings, but it only made his wound at his neck bleed more. “I knew, knew, you were nothing but evil!”

  Grinning, I attached the IV then slapped his veins. Walking away, I pulled out a tool, moved to stand by him, and then shrugged. Light glinted off the surface of the massive knife I held in my hand.

  “I mean the mom dukes is a nurse and my work has only gotten better. Anyway, it’s interesting enough that you call me evil when you done more shit than I ever have; strange, huh?” I murmured with a frown, flipping the knife back and forth.

  “You can’t do this!” Micah screamed.

  “But I will and I am, nigga. Told you to leave me the fuck alone, but nooooo, we have to be hardheaded, which . . . Let me tell you a story,” I said in joy with a smirk.

  Grabbing my other tools, I pulled up a chair and worked on removing his clothes. “See, my first torture was ordered by Dame. I didn’t want to do that shit, but he insisted. Said I had to because I was one of his best runners, and best players in the camp. Said if I wanted success I needed to know this shit. So, he had me work on a nigga he had kidnaped from the Latino Kings’ side. Nigga was around my age at the time. I was about fifteen then. Shit, it was crazy for me. Dame had me go to his Underworld. You remember the place. I remember you fucking chicks in the joint, getting off on hurting girls in front of Dame and cutting him up. That was your thing, wasn’t it?”

  Sweat spilled off Micah’s forehead, as his eyes rolled in his skull. The drugs wouldn’t let him pass out at all. I had to remember to thank my mom.

  “Yes, my Iya was the best bitch at the way she played with my toy. Only made me fuck her more. Probably is why you’re here,” echoed in my mind, causing me to scowl and ignore the sinister feel of it. Sharpening my knives, I slapped his stomach and laid a blade near his groin.

  “Wasn’t it, nigga?” I repeated myself with cold contempt going back to my original convo.

  “Ye . . . yeah, bitch! It was! Loved it!” Micah stammered.

  “Thought it was. Anyway . . . I smell fire. Let me go check that shit.” Getting up, I walked to where I had an iron hanger chilling on a burner. “You remember when I put that shit in your dick? Yeah, I know you do. This is going to be worse, so anyway. I had to slice this dude open using a glass Coke bottle. It was crazy, right? Had to feed that nigga his own flesh, and everything.”

  Moving around, I grabbed Micah’s nut sacs. I pulled them like gum from the bottom of a shoe then cleanly sliced them off and walked around to put them in his screaming mouth with a bored sigh. “So like I was saying. Made that nigga swallow that shit right, and had to walk through his shit, piss, and all of that extra shit that fell on the floor. After that, Dame was happy and geeked about my work. Praised me, and shit. Gave me extra money. But the funny thing was, I went home, and broke down in front of my mom. I didn’t want to do that shit. It wasn’t me. Gave me nightmares and shit, but it was my mom who helped me through it all until I got to a place where it became pleasurable for me, like now. Nigga, this is so good to me. I know you enjoy it. You practically begged for it.”

  “Fuck yeah, he begged for it, like the pussy he is. It has my dick hard and I’m dead,” I heard a roar boasting in my mind. On some real shit, that was funny to me and made me inwardly chuckle.

  “Anyway, what should I send off as a gift? See my other brother I’m told liked eating hearts. I just might give that to my grandfather, with your liver and your dick to my Angel as a present for being a AQ. Yeah, I think I’d like that.” Walking around him, I gave a slow, shaking inhale and looked down into his face. “And for me, I’ll keep your brain and eyes.”

  “You should eat it, son. Absorb his strength!” the voice said, causing my face to contort.

  “Not eating that bitch and ain’t nothing about the nigga strong!” I shouted aloud then chuckled getting back in mode.

  Panic flashed in Micah’s eyes and he tried to pull on his straps again. At that same moment, a soft knock sounded grabbing my attention. I headed to the door opening it and sliding it on its hinges to the side. Covered in blood, I stood in the doorway to see Angel staring up at me with Lilith behind her.

  Fear appeared across Angel’s face while curiosity shone on Lilith’s. I stepped to the side and waved them in. “Come in, bring her. Hey yo, Micah, I got someone for you!” I said in a singsong voice.

  I could see the way the blood drained from Angel’s face the moment she saw the blood on the floor and the small scalpels had jammed in that nigga’s legs, and arms. I wanted to shake her, but I saw her do that to herself and change her expression before Lilith could see. Smirking, I kept it pushing. Good girl.

  Humming, I walked with my hands behind my back, grabbed the brander, and put it in Angel’s hands. “Since you’re here, shawty, why don’t you handle your business? Go for where his sacs were and take off his dick.”

  Angel opened her mouth to protest, but she gazed to where Lilith stood staring down her nose at her in annoyance. Lilith’s arms were crossed over her chest and she seemed slightly bored. “Bitch ain’t made for this world,” Lilith grumbled then huffed. “Why am I here?” Lilith gripped then dropped her hands.

  Angel sucked her teeth then walked over to Micah waving her fingers at him. She ran her nails over his thighs and glared at Lilith. “Shut the hell up, bitch. You ain’t bad. Anyway, hey, Micah. Having fun? Looks like it, ’cause damn you wide open.”

  I laughed at her words, and then smiled when she rammed the iron up his ass instead of where I said. Micah screamed. The smell of charred fleshed made my nostrils flare. A slight change in Angel’s body language let me know she was disgusted but she played it off with finesse. With that, I watched Angel turn and glare at Lilith flipping her the bird. She then rolled her eyes at the woman and walked out closing the door behind her as if she were never there.

  Chuckling, I waved Lilith in as she huffed, “Bitch. Anyway, again, why do you have me here?”

  Quirking an eyebrow, I sighed. “You are fucking disrespectful. You know who I am.”

  “So? But you ain’t Caltrone. No one can be him, including your weak ass,” she spit out.

  This Lilith was a foul bitch who felt too entitled in her damn life. She was annoying. The perks she was getting were only making her spoiled and only setting up a situation that would eventually turn sour for the Orlandos. I really had no love for this pale bitch at all. I could tell before knowing her background that she was weak broad who wasn’t really as built for this world as she acted.

  Smirking, I moved around the table and reached to turn Micah’s face toward Lilith. “So your true thoughts are out, right? But check it, you came now didn’t you?”

  “Yes, because Caltrone ordered it, so what you want and why you got this nigga here?” she asked walking around with glee in her eyes. “You want me to help?”

  I studied the way Lilith’s whole appearance changed. She seemed to get a sick joy out of getting her hands dirty. That was no biggie for me though. “Yeah, why don’t you take this knife and cut his hand off,” I suggested.

  Lilith happily stepped to the side of the table and ran her eyes over his body. The lights of my
den washed over her illuminating her sinister looks. From her dark hair with strawberry blond highlights to the stilettos heels that I could tell she would use to kill a nigga in a minute, she had dressed for Caltrone. I could tell because she wore a pencil skirt and a form-fitting blazer that showed off her small, pert breasts. There was a level of masculine mixed with the allure of the feminine that projected her power of being a bad bitch in her attire. That had her giving off the mantel of Orlando.

  Micah tugged at his wrists and was able to scratch at Lilith’s hand as he sneered. Through muffled yells and grunts, I could tell he wanted her nowhere near him.

  The chick I knew felt she was a queen pin just with how she carried herself leaned forward, and then smashed her hand against Micah’s bulging, squished face. “Only Caltrone puts his hands on me. You ever disrespect me in such a manner again, and I won’t just break your neck, but I will also pull your intestines out from your dick hole and ass. Little brother or not.”

  An amused jeer spread across my face. It had me rocking on the back of my heels with the display before me. The two didn’t even fucking know how good this was to me. “My bad, my bad, Lilith. I’m being rude, why don’t cha tell your brother sup.”

  Micah stared with glassy eyes, then spit and chokingly gasped. His eyes were so wide they threatened to split in the corners.

  I watched Lilith give an eerie smile then lean to kiss Micah’s temple. “It’s good to see you again. I missed you so much, but damn if you still aren’t annoying.”

  Patting his head, she let him go then happily walked my way. She reached out to run her fingers under my chin then sighed. “I think I really like you. I see Caltrone in you, even though you still will never be him.”

  Smirking I moved away from her then chuckled as I watched the horror on Micah’s face intensify. “Would it fuck you up if I laid her over your body and fucked her? Bet she has a mad sexy cum face yeah?” My laughter became manic and I lifted my shoulders in a shrug then slapped the side of his face with a grin. “That’s not in my plan, but yeah, it’s a Tems family reunion, nigga!”

  At that moment, my hands lifted in the air then with force, I slammed a sturdy pair of shears into his chest. Turning them I effectively cracked open his chest. Micah’s shock and screams filled the room.

  “You really did it! You’ve been very bad, Micah,” Lilith squealed in madness.

  Micah’s hand reached out in his stunned shock and gripped at the tails of her blazer. It slightly shocked then amused me when this broad whipped around, then slammed her palm into Micah’s face again. She gripped it with her nails digging into his flesh then lifted his head some to slam him backward with all her might into the table. The loud clang had me staring at them both in amusement as she slammed her elbow into his neck.

  “I told you! Do . . . not . . . touch . . . me!” she hissed. Her eyes darted around in a crazed madness before softening and realizing who she held: her little brother.

  “Damn!” was all I said though. There was no love lost between Micah and me, so the fact that he was getting his ass handed to him made things all the better.

  As they had their moment I returned to my work in holding the chest shears. Scowling, I shook my head while I looked down at his bare chest. Using my hands to use the shears, I pried him open and studied his beating heart. His sharp screams bounced off the walls and had Lilith covering her ears as if she were a child.

  “Yeah, ahhhh! Hurts right?” I asked in jest as I patted his chest. “You like the work, mama?”

  Lilith seemed to shake herself then sneered while licking her lips like in heat. She slowly sashayed to the table touched Micah’s shaking sweaty body then cooed, “Hello, little brother. I’m sorry.”

  My brow quirked and I was suddenly introduced to Erica Tems. I wondered did this bitch have multiple personalities. Because if she did, I couldn’t blame her for it. I was hearing people too.

  “I like her, son, but she’s a cannon. Maybe you should fuck her; it would be good,” I heard in my head.

  I sighed speaking back in my mind, no shit, Sherlock; and naw, I’m good. I don’t fuck old men’s pussy.

  Focusing back on the two, Erica stroked her brother’s bruised face as she murmured, “Sorry.”

  Though Micah was in a daze, he was still very coherent. I snatched his balls from his mouth so I could hear what he was trying to say to his sister. The fight in him was strong, so much so that he was able to gruffly stammer out through his shattering pain, “No, no. I thought you died. Did this all for you.”

  I watched the woman who was just seconds ago this crazed, lethal, want-to-be queen pin soften and transform into a young girl. She reached out to caress Micah’s face. Her gaze seemed to soften and switch into another zone while her voice sweetened. “Bodies can be found anywhere, little brother. I’m sorry you had to be deceived like that.”

  Water leaked from the creases of Micah’s eyes. Whatever crazy was in his own mind had him staring at her as if he worshiped her. If I had loosened the straps, I could tell he would have reached up to hold her, but instead he just pulled on the straps on his wrists as he tried to get as close as he could to his big sister. “I would have searched harder had I known.”

  “Shhhh, it’s not your fault. I got what I deserved,” she said with fresh tears rolling down her face.

  “No, Erica, that wasn’t what you deserved. You were just a kid. A little girl who didn’t know what she was doing,” he pleaded. His voice was raspy from the screams and wound at his neck.

  “I knew what I was doing, Micah. Just didn’t think it would get our parents killed or get me in the situation I was in,” she admitted.

  Erica reached out to cradle her little brother’s head into her arms. She told him how she had been locked away in basement alone. She’d been starved, raped, and beaten into submission. Erica told him of how they’d taken away who she was, stripped her down to only a shell of a girl.

  It had taken them five years to do it, but they finally broke her down and made her do what she wanted them to do. She told them of her nightmares of having to see their father murdered in cold blood and then their mother. Micah had to tell her that their mother had survived in body but died in mind and spirit. Erica’s shoulders then shook as she cried.

  In that moment, he was that ten-year-old little boy looking up to his big sister. She was once again that sixteen-year-old vibrant teenage girl who’d falsely assumed she could handle the situation she’d found herself in.

  “I’m so sorry, Micah,” she cried in a whisper.

  “Wasn’t your fault,” he choked out.

  “I’m so sorry,” she then said over and over.

  There, in that brief moment I saw two little kids whom the Orlandos had turned into demons of their original selves. In the height of their emotions, that was when I put a bullet in her skull right before his eyes. The sound of that bullet going off and making contact with the flesh and bone of Erica “Lilith” Tems-Orlando left me wickedly smiling. Her astonished gaze then the sound of her body dropping to the floor had me feeling damn good.

  Her ruby essence leaked to pull around her head in a halo. Her face held that of madness and peace. It was kind of poetic and I would remember it always. I smoothed a hand down my chest and strutted around the table. Thumbing my nose all humor drained out of me to be replaced by a cold, menacing darkness the moment I bent down to stare into Micah’s eyes waiting for him to comprehend what just happened. This was no longer a cat-and-mouse thing. This was my world and my game. Checkmate, bitch.

  My father’s laughter sounded in my head and I licked my lips. In a deep, stony, detached voice I calmly stated, “You understanding me now, Micah?”

  His own agony was locked on his contorted face in that moment until he screamed and struggled to get at me shaking the blade I had in his chest to the floor. “I will kill you!”

  I was amazed at the fleeting power a person always showed in their last attempt to live. Too bad the emotion behind wa
s lost on me. That was inspired me to stand up then exhale grabbing a scalpel. “Yeah, you understand me now.”

  With that, I slammed my blade down his scalp, ripped the flesh open to expose his brain; then I reached out to rip his heart out. Watching his face in those moments, I laid it on his stomach then leaned back to pull his brain out. I worked how I said I would. Dismembering him in quiet solidarity. Until I had nothing but pieces of Micah, blood, and silence. After dissolving the rest of this trash, Caltrone would be getting two gifts: parts of Micah with that of his sister, as well as a piece of my darkness.

  Chapter 20

  Angel

  “Please don’t let him take me,” the woman pleaded as tears of fear rolled down her face.

  Her beautiful chocolate face was covered in welts and bruises. She was almost naked. The purple cat suit she’d had on was ripped to shreds, almost. I could see the bruises on her thighs. Felt the pain in her body each time she tried to move. Just hours before, she didn’t know what it meant to be a woman in her position. She was a doctor, a well-known one with more than one OBGYN office in the Metro Atlanta area. And now she had been reduced to nothing more than a sobbing echo of a woman.

  I felt sorry for her. Pitied her because I knew she would now know what her daughter endured, but only she would get the same pain at the source of evil. Gina’s mom held a pleading look in her eyes and, for a moment, I remembered, and flashed back to Gina’s first trip to the basement. I felt myself getting sick. The things that had been done to Gina should have killed most women. In a sense, I guess it had killed her; mentally she had been murdered.

  “The fact that you would even fix your mouth to ask me to save you is comical,” Shy told the woman who lay at Caltrone’s feet. “I just watched what you did to Angel. Know what you did to your daughter. There is this little thing called karma, Candace. That’s your name, isn’t it? Why would any woman of your stature choose to get in bed with Micah? Choose to do his dirty work? I don’t understand it nor do I care. There is nothing I can do for you at this point. You’ve made your bed and now you must lie in it.”