Ruination
Nicholas forced his sticky eyelid apart by shear will. The red fog of congealed blood distorted everything, except for the piercing ring in his ears, could still hear.
His edges are too clean Ozzie said. I don’t trust this fucker and his clean fingernails.
Relax Ozzie, Sheriff Saul Anderson said, not everyone walks around as foul as you, God you fucking stink. Don’t you ever bathe?
It’s not just hes clean. Hes uppy. He talk like he better-un us. then can boo-hoo all night over a few bed bug bites.
Those facts, although interesting, are irrelevant, the fat sheriff said.The question is can we trust him? He still on the needle?
Yep, won’t share it though.
Good-God almighty, I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t share a needle with your nasty ass either.
Ozzie crossed his arms and curled his legs under him turning his face to the wall. Why you gotta be so mean?
Ozzie unfolded his long legs from under his body where he was sitting on the crusty, oil smeared floor. He hugged his knees and dropped his face behind them.
Saul Anderson squatted near him and noticed a shit smell. Ossie’s khaki pants were stiffly soiled. The once insipid khaki color dimmed and blackened, gone darkest in the areas of wear; the color of dogs lips. The thighs and rear were near to ridged, bathed as they were in their starch of filth. The shins and calves were only slightly lighter. Shit and urine and nameless foulness peppered them like a house painters uniform. Now three sizes too big they were cinched at the waist by a polypropylene rope cut from a crab trap. His plaid cotton shirt was no better. He was an animal Anderson thought but he worked for drugs and he was stupid so he was loyal and expendable. Sheriff Anderson smiled. Now don’t git mad Ozzie.I’ll tell you what; we’ll flush him out after we kill the girl.
Ozzie walked to the end of the dock bay and couched over the unconscious girl. He grabbed her long mop of blond hair and yanked upward; his atrophied muscles straining with her weight. He released her and she swung from the chain that was wrapped around her body and suspended her from inverted rail that had served to load unload heavy cargo to the fishing boats, She moaned, pain and misuse of her young body protesting the rough behavior. Her head and shoulders swung in a wide arc her hair flying as Ozzie kicked her flaccid body, mercifully still in its drug induced coma.
Nicholas stomach lurched, he fought the acidic bilge that rose in his throat. He exhaled slowly and tried to ignore the blinding pain ripping through his head. He again felt the dizzy black curtain fall over him and passed out.
Light spots. Hundreds of colored spots on a stained red background. They were floating in the bright streaming light. A tall toppling figure emanated through the scrim. A monster crouching down on skinny legs like a black oil slicked crane, a gaunt, gruesome grim reaper; the man slit her throat.
Ozzie pushed the body and blood spurted out of her neck one last time and sprayed across Andersons Italian leather shoe and pant cuff.
Goddamn it! Anderson said and jumped back; you’re getting that shit all over the floor. That’s going to rot and start stinking. Tie that rag around her neck and string her up over there; put a bucket under her to catch it.I want him to get a real good look at her when he wakes up.
Oh God Nicholas thought, the price of redemption would be high but he swore one day he was going to kill that freaky Franken-fuck, Who ever he was.
