I grabbed the outfit and headed towards the corner.  The plastic was cut so that I could get through and I entered a large open shower.  I quickly changed and joined Blade again.  He had a determined look on his face as he asked me, “You ready?”

“More than fucking ready.”

Bullet was shifting his gaze between Blade and I, and I was pleased to see he had that wild look in his eyes that I’d seen in Harlow’s yesterday.

Yeah that’s right, motherfucker.  Your turn now.

I had no idea what Blade had planned here.  He obviously used this room for similar operations and had a very well thought out set up in place so I was just following his lead.  He picked up a knife and lightly ran it down Bullet’s body from his throat to his dick.  “You know why they call me Blade?” he asked.

Bullet shook his head, clearly shitting himself.

“It’s because a knife is my favourite killing weapon.  My first kill was when I was seventeen; I killed a man with my bare hands, finishing him off with a blade twisted into his throat.”

I watched him intently, taking this new information in.  All clues today were pointing to a cold blooded killer, and I had the thought again that I’d underestimated Blade.

He looked at me while he spoke.  “From what I’ve heard, Scott’s good with his fists, so I’m going to let him go first today.”  He took his knife and cut the ropes restraining Bullet, and shoved him off the table, towards me.  Bullet took the opportunity now that he was unrestrained, to try and get a punch in.  He was too slow for me though; I threw a punch so hard that it knocked him to the floor.  He landed flat on his stomach; there was a loud cracking noise as his face smashed onto the concrete floor.

He didn’t move, and Blade muttered, “Fuck, did you knock him out?”

We watched as he lay still, but were both fucking happy when he moved and tried to get up.  I let him take his time getting up; I was enjoying the anticipation.  He finally stood and then faced me.  I was pretty fucking ecstatic to see his face had been fucked up.  That had to hurt.  He stumbled towards me; the motherfucker was still trying to get one in.  I let him come at me but there was no way he had the upper hand here, and I easily punched him again.  He fell down again, and I walked to where he was and kicked him hard in the side.  He rolled and grunted but he didn’t have it in him to get back up.

Looking at Blade, I suggested, “You hold him up while I punch the shit out of him?”

Blade nodded and then moved to drag him up off the floor.  He held him and then invited me to go for it.  I didn’t need to be asked twice.  All the anger I had in me for what he’d done to Harlow came pouring out through my fists as I connected with his body time after time.  I loved working with a punching bag but a human punching bag was even better.  Eventually he sagged, almost unconscious, and Blade signaled for me to stop.  We dragged him back to the table and laid him down.

His head lolled to the side and he groaned in pain.

“Open your eyes, asshole,” Blade commanded.

Bullet opened his eyes a slit but then snapped them shut again. Blade picked up his knife and with a quick flick of the wrist, he sliced into Bullet’s dick.  Bullet’s eyes snapped open and he screamed out in pain.  Best fucking sound I’d heard all day.

“That was for Harlow,” Blade said, “And this is for Ashley.”  He ran the knife slowly down Bullet’s body again, before suddenly lifting it up and violently stabbing it into his gut.  Then he pulled it out and stabbed again, this time in the chest.  His eyes were cold and hard as he continued to stab Bullet. There was blood everywhere.  I lost count of how many times he stabbed but it had to be over twenty times.  Finally, he stabbed into Bullet’s neck and twisted the knife as it went in.  He left the knife in there and then sunk to the ground.  I had no idea what he was doing until I saw his body was wracked with sobs; his back heaving.

“Leave,” he grit out, still not looking at me.

I knew when a man was broken and when they needed to be alone so I left him to it.  I exited through the door to the shower where I stripped and dumped my clothes in the rubbish he had set up in there.  Then I showered and washed all the blood off me.  I was coated in it.  Once I was completely clean of it, I changed back into my clothes and left through another door that I guessed would take me back into the warehouse.  I was correct and quickly found the building exit.  Once I was out, I took a moment to catch my breath.  That had been an intense experience; not so much because we’d killed Bullet, but more because we’d put our differences aside and come together to do it.  Blade had revealed himself to me today, in more ways than one, and I knew it was going to take me some time to work through it in my mind.

***

Later that night, I watched Harlow get ready for bed.  I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.  She was at the end of the bed changing out of her clothes into my t-shirt that she’d started wearing sometimes.  After her ordeal with Bullet, I wasn’t sure where her head was at with regards to sex.  I had no desire to push her but I wanted to talk to her about it; to make sure she was okay.

She finished changing and then climbed into bed next to me.  Her eyes found mine and she smiled.  “I’m exhausted.  Do you mind if I go to sleep?” she asked.