Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 12:33:27 GMT -5
Zane's men had been out looking for his wife for days. Poor thing had been abducted from her home from her own brother...it was insane really, you couldn't trust anyone these days. Zane's fingers skimmed the knot at the base of his skull where the bastard named Lane had kicked him...repeatedly. Just the thought of what had happened made him clench his jaw....he was going to get her back. One way or another.
He was slowly sawing into a piece of venison when two men from the last patrol came in. The groups numbers had been greatly reduced thanks to the little rampage his last captives had enjoyed. So not only was his loving wife taken from him, but he was having to deal with a shortage of capable men. Many of his members were little more than bags of meat with urges. Useful for situations requiring muscle. But when finesse was involved they were lacking. He still had one trusted man left however. A man he called Grey because of the silvery hair on his middle aged head. Zane sliced a thin piece of meat away from the rest with his knife before skewering it with the tip of the blade and popping it into his mouth.
He didn't bother looking up, letting his wrists settle on each side of his plate. His table was a ghastly thing with blemishes thanks to his oh so graceful crew. But somehow it had always looked better with his beautiful wife sitting at it. His men seemed hesitant to speak, knowing that Zane had been even moodier than usual since Julie's disappearance. Finally one of them spoke. "Uh....we saw them sir, the ones who have your wife...but they got away...we know which way they were going and one van is following from afar. I...uh..We wanted to return and let you know." Zane slowly chewed his food, seemingly not bothered in the least by the failure and stupidity of the duo before him. He swallowed the bite of food, looking up and waving the man who had spoke over to him. "Come on over....what was it, John? Get you some food...you must be famished from all that traveling."
The man looked at his friend, confused and nervous...No one ate with the boss...only Julie had done that. He stepped forward and clumsily pulled the chair out and sat down. A cautious grin on his dirty face. His hands were spread flat on the table as he waited for Zane to react in some way. This was what the boss has wanted right?
Zane looked up and gave the nervous man a grin, casually rotating the knife in his hand. "So tell me-" Like the strike of a snake he stabbed his blade through the palm of the man's hand and into the table. Ignoring the mans screams he continued to speak. "why you came back without my wife, again please."
The man was trying to remove the knife with his other hand, but his most useful hand was nailed to the table. He was in tears now, whimpering and frantic from the pain. Zane stood, brushing bits of lint from his clothing as he did. Seemingly unbothered by the pain of the brute. "You will go back, you will find my wife, and if you return without her again I'll remove your hands and use them as candle holders." He gave the men a sarcastic smile and walked out of the room. Leaving them to figure out the best way to remove a knife from someone's palm.
He was slowly sawing into a piece of venison when two men from the last patrol came in. The groups numbers had been greatly reduced thanks to the little rampage his last captives had enjoyed. So not only was his loving wife taken from him, but he was having to deal with a shortage of capable men. Many of his members were little more than bags of meat with urges. Useful for situations requiring muscle. But when finesse was involved they were lacking. He still had one trusted man left however. A man he called Grey because of the silvery hair on his middle aged head. Zane sliced a thin piece of meat away from the rest with his knife before skewering it with the tip of the blade and popping it into his mouth.
He didn't bother looking up, letting his wrists settle on each side of his plate. His table was a ghastly thing with blemishes thanks to his oh so graceful crew. But somehow it had always looked better with his beautiful wife sitting at it. His men seemed hesitant to speak, knowing that Zane had been even moodier than usual since Julie's disappearance. Finally one of them spoke. "Uh....we saw them sir, the ones who have your wife...but they got away...we know which way they were going and one van is following from afar. I...uh..We wanted to return and let you know." Zane slowly chewed his food, seemingly not bothered in the least by the failure and stupidity of the duo before him. He swallowed the bite of food, looking up and waving the man who had spoke over to him. "Come on over....what was it, John? Get you some food...you must be famished from all that traveling."
The man looked at his friend, confused and nervous...No one ate with the boss...only Julie had done that. He stepped forward and clumsily pulled the chair out and sat down. A cautious grin on his dirty face. His hands were spread flat on the table as he waited for Zane to react in some way. This was what the boss has wanted right?
Zane looked up and gave the nervous man a grin, casually rotating the knife in his hand. "So tell me-" Like the strike of a snake he stabbed his blade through the palm of the man's hand and into the table. Ignoring the mans screams he continued to speak. "why you came back without my wife, again please."
The man was trying to remove the knife with his other hand, but his most useful hand was nailed to the table. He was in tears now, whimpering and frantic from the pain. Zane stood, brushing bits of lint from his clothing as he did. Seemingly unbothered by the pain of the brute. "You will go back, you will find my wife, and if you return without her again I'll remove your hands and use them as candle holders." He gave the men a sarcastic smile and walked out of the room. Leaving them to figure out the best way to remove a knife from someone's palm.