Sunset rolled around and Jordan was ready. She had the paralytic in her pocket. Jake had instructed her to stick inject it into his neck so that when he came around he wouldn’t be able to move. It was a quick and dirty way for the drug to get into his brain.
She did a quick inventory of the things in her bag. She had the toys she needed. Damien- Jeremiah’s brother in law- had been kind enough to give her some of his bamboo acupuncture needles and taught her how to insert them. Since he’d put them in her hands, she’d unpackaged them and started them to soaking in kerosene. She wanted him to suffer and feel everything she was going to do to him. Porter Grissom was going to die that night and he didn’t know it yet. But, after she pistol whipped him and stuck the needle in his neck she was going to make sure that he realized that she was going to put an end to his miserable life.
“Jordan”, she heard Morbus say, breaking into her train of thought.
She looked up at him. “Yes?” she asked neutrally.
“You have to keep your head in the game. I need you 100% present right now, not lost in your thoughts about the man you’re sharing a bed with.”
“My head is in the game. I’m not thinking about Reece. My thoughts are on Grissom and the things I’m going to do to him tonight before I kill him.”
“And just how do you plan to put an end to his miserable life?”
“I’m going to blow his face off.” Her voice was serene like she was at peace with the decision.
He chuckled. “You’re going to what?”
“I’m going to put my pistol in his face and empty the clip into it.”
Morbus’s eyes grew wide. It wasn’t often that he was shocked. “Then what do you plan to do?”
“Pop out the empty clip, slide a new one home, and shoot the men with Grissom in the brain stem. After that, I’m going to leave the building so that you and Bonfire up there can set the building ablaze. And we can drive away and watch the place burn.”
“You’re seriously ok with this?”
“It wouldn’t be my plan if I weren’t.”
Morbus nodded to Jordan and pulled his phone from his pocket. David needed to know what was running through his daughter’s mind. He dialed the number and paused, looking between the screen on his phone and the young woman sitting in the back if his Humvee. Nah, I’ll call him after I see if she has the stomach to do what she’s planning to do. What she’s planning is rather messy. I want to see if she can do it and not freak out. I want to see if she’s made of the same mettle her mother’s made of. I know Maddie is. But, is Jordan? He cleared the screen and put his phone back in his pocket.
Jordan, however, had retreated back into her thoughts. She knew it was going to be a long night and she wanted to make she had all of her ducks in a row. Her I’s needed to be dotted and her T’s needed to be crossed before she got to the plant on the other side of town. She had quite a task ahead of her. She was going to torture and kill a man. And, strangely enough, she was ok with it in the state of mind she was in. After all was said and done, however was a different story. Only time would tell if she would be in the long run.
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When they stopped in the woods Morbus gathered everyone. “Jordan, I want you to go in behind us. Let us lead the way and clear it for you. After we’re in and the goons are subdued, you’ll be clear to go into Grissom’s office and knock his ass out and subdue him. Make it fast. While you’re taking care of him, we’ll be tying the men up and dragging them into the office. That is, unless you want Grissom on the factory floor.”
“Factory floor has more room to be honest”, Jordan said with a sly smile.
“Then after we’ve tied up the men, we’ll bring Grissom out of the office and into the factory main floor. We’ll give him the smelling salts and let you have your fun.”
“You got it.” She looked at Skyler. “You got your barbeque sauce?”
“Yep. Brought a good dry rub too”, he said with a crazy laugh.
She smiled. “Let’s get this started, then, shall we?”
Morbus nodded and led the way into the factory.
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Grissom was sitting in his office reading, of all things, Mein Kampf. He had no idea what was coming for him. He had no idea what was happening on the main floor of the factory either. It wasn’t until he heard his office door open that he even suspected anything happening. He didn’t hear anything other than the door open before he spoke. “Heath, I told you not to bother me until after dinner had been delivered.” He didn’t get a response so he turned in his chair to look at the man that he thought he was addressing. “Heath, I said not to bother me until dinner arrived.” Then, he felt a sharp crack against his skull and the world went black.
When he came around, it was because his senses were invaded by the shape scent of spearmint. He blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. “Wakey wakey Mr. Grissom”, a sweet female voice crooned. “It’s time for you to get a taste of your own medicine.”
“Jordan Draiman. I never thought I’d see you again. Come to kill yourself for me so that it’s one less thing on my to do list?” he said as he tried to reach for the pistol he’d taken to keeping at the small of his back. He discovered that he couldn’t move.
Jordan laughed wickedly. “Can’t move, Mr. Grissom?”
“What have you done to me?” he asked, the first hints of fear starting to show in his voice.
“You’ve been given a paralytic. It will wear off in a couple of hours. By the time it wears off, though, you won’t be able to move anyway. You’ll be writhing in pain if I don’t break things. Now, Mr. Grissom”, she said and landed a perfect standing round house kick in his face, “I’m going to show you every little bit of pain I’ve felt from the time my brother’s rescued me and took me home. You’re going to bear a few of the injuries, but you’re not going to live long enough to have them treated. After I’ve had my fun and shown you the hell you’ve put me through, I’m going to end you. I’m sure that hell will be happy to have you because heaven doesn’t want you.” She took her pistol and smacked him in the face with it. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” she asked when she saw him wince in pain.
“What is the point behind this?” he asked.
“My own personal satisfaction. I want to see you suffer”, she said and hit him in the face with a snap kick. “I want you to beg me to kill you. You’re not made of the same stuff I am. I already know it. For fuck’s sake, you were reading Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler. That alone tells me that you and I are not made of the same thing. You’re sick. I’m just crazy.” She punched him in the face, feeling the orbital bone crack under her fist.
He tried to pull away from her blows; to block them or dodge them. But, it was no use. He couldn’t move. He felt everything she was doing to him, though, and it hurt like a son of a bitch. “You’re right. You are crazy. You’re a fucking psycho.”
She laughed maniacally. “What was your first hint? Was it the fact that I gave you a paralytic that would allow you to feel everything but keep you from moving?” She took the baseball bat she’d brought with her and proceeded to work his legs over with it. Blow after blow, he writhed and screamed in pain, but didn’t beg her to end it yet. That was ok with her. She was having fun. She didn’t want him to beg for death just yet. She wanted him to hold out just a little while longer. She wanted to use her bamboo needles.
Finally, she’d had enough of beating the hell out of her former capturer. It was time to really cause him pain. She pulled out the container she had the needles soaking in kerosene in. A wicked smile came over her face as she popped the lid off of it and started to insert them in his joints. She wasn’t delicate like Damien had taught her. No, she was harsh, making sure to drive them home to cause him as much pain as she could. She knew that Morbus, Carter, and Skyler were dealing with the goons that had been subdued when they made their way into the building, but she wasn’t paying any attention to them. She knew that the psycho known as Bonfire Skyler could handle them with his barbeque sauce and seasonings. Her focus was the piece of shit that had beaten her when she was in his care for two days a few months before. He was the reason she got up and trained in the morning. He was the reason she swallowed her pain so that she could get stronger. Now, he was going to feel the burning, stinging, throbbing pain she felt in her body every day. “Did that hurt?” she would taunt. “GOOD!” she screamed in his face as she pulled Zippo lighter out of her pocket. “It’s supposed to hurt, you sack of shit.” She flicked the wheel and watched a fire spark to life. “Now you’re going to feel the same burning pain I feel every time I over use my leg. You’re going to scream like a bitch, and you’re going to beg me to end it. You’re going to call me all kinds of names, but they don’t matter because I’m the one that controls how long you continue to breathe my oxygen. And, once I decided to end your sorry excuse for a life, we’re going to burn the place down and bring your entire organization to its knees. I hope that you’re one way trip to the other side is a short one. Hell is waiting for you.”
With that, she started lighting the bamboo needles starting at his toes and working her way up his body. By the time she reached his knees, he started screaming. It was music to her ears. She even started laughing as she lit more of the needles on fire. With each needle that she lit, he screamed and called her evil names. A sadistic whore, an evil bitch. Finally, as she lit the needles she’d put in his neck he started begging her to kill him. The pain was too much to bear. Finally, once the needles in his feet were starting to burn out she decided to oblige. “Ok, Grissom. I’ll be nice.” She pulled her pistol out of the hip holster that it was sitting in and pulled back the slide to chamber a round. “Any last words?” she asked and pointed the gun in his face.
He looked at her, showing her the fear she deserved in that moment. “You sadistic little bit…” and she started firing. She did exactly what she’d planned to do. She emptied the entire clip into his face, turning it into red mush. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t blink. She just fired into the face of the man who had tortured her. It was easier than breathing.
After she realized she was firing dry, she popped out the clip and handed it to Morbus. Pulling out a second clip, she slip it home as she walked and put the muzzle of her pistol against the base of the four men’s skulls and killed them one at a time. She put the pistol back in the holster and looked at Skyler. “Have fun cooking the meat, Skyler. I’ll be in the Humvee.” And with that, she walked away.
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Once Jordan was gone Morbus, Carter, and Skyler exchanged a look. “What the fuck just happened?” Carter asked.
“Jordan just showed that she’s as crazy as her parents, that’s for sure. Which of her parents, I can’t be sure”, Morbus said as he started stacking the bodies so that they would all burn together. “No more questions, Carter. Just go get the computer out of the office and let me and Skyler do what we have to do. Take it out to the Humvee and wait on us there. And, don’t ask Jordan too many questions. If she shoots you, I can’t use you to get into the organization so that you can get the information we need to bring Grissom’s organization down.”
Carter nodded and followed the order given. He went into the office and brought the computer out so that it could be scoured by the FBI for whatever information they would need. He knew that getting into the main office in Los Angeles. He was marked for death. Maybe Morbus had a way to get him in. Who knew?
Once Carter was gone, Morbus looked at Skyler. “So, which of us is calling David after we get back to the house?” he asked with a laugh.
“And tell him what? That his oldest daughter is a psycho?” Skyler responded.
“That and that it’s over.”
“I’ll leave that to you, brother. It’s your job. Have fun reporting what’s happened. I don’t envy you the responsibility.”
The took the jugs of the accelerant and poured it all over the floor of the building. It was time for the place to go up in flames. “And now, for the grand finale”, Morbus said boisterously. “Brother Skyler, will you please do the honors and send this building and it’s dead occupants into the afterlife?” He handed him the flamethrower.
Skyler, with a huge smile, took the flamethrower, strapped it to his back and lit it up. Aiming at the line of accelerant that they had poured between the door and the propane furnace, he touched the flame to the puddle in the floor and walked with Morbus out of the building. Morbus kept going toward the Humvee while Skyler torched the dried grass and kindling that lay on the ground just outside the building. With a smile and nod of satisfaction, Skyler cut the fuel supply to the flame and climbed in the back of the Humvee.
Morbus pulled away as an animated boom issued forth and the entire building exploded and was engulfed in flame.
All Jordan could do was smile.
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