To Die For (Part 12/10/07)

To Die For (Part 12/10/07)

I just stood there stunned. Checkers was just standing above me grinning. The booze was beginning to take hold of me, although not enough to give me the courage to stand up to that bastard. The pain was also there and it was really really beginning to hurt. I didn't know how I was gonna solve this one, but Checkers needed to learn a lesson. Oh how I miss my favourite knife.

I tried to fight back the only way that Checkers showed me. My legs weren't working right at the moment, so I swung back and kicked him right in the stomach. He didn't even flinch as my leg shot through and almost bounced off his abs. He grabbed my leg and twisted it. I hopped, knowing that if I fell on my arse that Checky would go insane. I raised my fist to make a punch, but he got in first. He landed a nice big one on my shoulder. There was a large cracking sound, as I fell down.

"When are you gonna FIGHT like a man???" Checkers growled. I tried to look up at Ida, but she wasn't watching any of this business. Smart woman. I don't know what it was with Checkers, but he seemed to have an obsession with beating up people that were much smaller than him. He seemed like the kind of man that would beat up random women for fun. I hoped he'd pick on Ida. She'd probably rip out his balls while pouring acid into his eyes. That was her idea of fun.

As soon as Checkers turned his back to go off and gloat at Ida, I aimed my elbow at the bottom of his spine. It made an almighty 'crack' as I connected. It was totally amazing, the look on Checky's face. He looked back at me with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. Perhaps he wasn't expecting me to lash out like that. Oh what a bag of surprises I had for Baldy. My heart beat faster. This was it. He would snap and I would be dead. Oh but what a fun death it would be. Death by being kicked to my head. That would like so nice on my gravestone.

Of course while I was thinking, I wasn't looking. Checkers had sideswiped me right in the stomach. I staggered back, the wind completely knocked out. My face was wide. I had him. One little knock and he could've fallen. But no. I had to be so fucking stupid to let him win. He clumped towards me, as I felt my legs turn to lead. I crawled away, one eye on that looming figure. He was shapeless now, a gigantic beast rolling towards me. If there was a God out there, I hoped he was watching.

It was his night off.

Checkers really layed out the punches this time. He kept them to my chest this time, making sure that I felt every single last blow. There wasn't a whole lot of skin protecting me as he decided to teach me a lesson. I tried to move backward, but Ida had grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. I tried kicking her, but she just increased her hold. I swore to myself the first thing that I'd do if I ever got out of this alive would be to kill the pair of them. Sure, I could just torture them, which would be a very Ida thing to do. But very few dead people cause pain to other people once they're gone. Another blow to the stomach meant that I was out dead….

I woke. I don't know how long how I was down, but my head was roaring. The floor felt softer than before, until I realised that I was in bed. The second thing I noticed was that I couldn't move my arms or legs. Checkers had somehow managed to tie me to the bed so I couldn't move. Somewhere in the distance, a drunken cackle could be heard. Ida was watching from the distance- like she always did. I had the sudden urge to jump out and to strangle the pair of them. But I couldn't.

"Finally. You're awake. Listen, I'm gettin' slightly pissed off with you. You're weak. You're worse than weak. How you managed to get this far without being killed is a fuckin' miracle!" Checkers roared at my face. I bit my lip to try and stop the tears from pouring down. He was a big fucking prick. There was nothing in my life that appealed more than to kill him with my own bare hands. I slowly closed my eyes again, knowing that Checky would do something to me that wasn't pretty.

"It's not fuckin' bedtime yet." He growled once more as his hands formed fists. I gulped. How many rounds with a bag would it take before he stopped all this? How many times did I have to half kill myself running around in circles, sparring with him, trying to defeat a professional kickboxer/whatever the fuck he did when he wasn't driving around with Ida, popping random people in the head?

He pulled my head next to his. From where I was, he was nothing but an egg-shaped blur that seemed to have opened a gigantic cavern in the middle of it.

"Listen to me. If you don't start learning to fight, and I mean REALLY STARTING, I will fucking kill you. I will kill you, and you'll die because you can't fight or stop me!!"

Despite the really bad supervillian speech he just made, I knew he meant every single word of it. He was a dangerous man, was our Checky. Ida was somewhere in the shadows, waiting for him to hack little bits of my skin, knowing that would make her wet, make her turned on. Oh yes, what Checky was about to do to me would make her a very happy woman indeed.

"So what do you want me to do then???" I yelled at him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT THAT I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY?"

I blew it. I knew it. After all, why would you just want to make Checky even angrier than before? He was not one of those people who would just give in straightaway. No, he would make sure that I was punished for whatever I did, oh yes he would. Even if I won, he would make sure that I paid for whatever I did and it would be a painful punishment.

"Morty, did I say that you could yell at me? I think not. Maybe I should punch you around the head a few times. Just enough so that you learn a little bit of…respect for me. After all, you've been a very naughty boy. It wouldn't be good of me to go into the police station now and dob you in, would it? Because I am a good citizen, and I have the right to pull in a nice little murderer. You're a vicious little kid, and it might be safe for everyone if you were locked up for life." Checkers paused before he continued with his little speech.

"But not vicious enough. Always randomly striking out. Why are you tied up? If you were a real killer, a real fighter, you'd be doing the same to me right now. In fact, you'd be making damn sure that I'd never think of doing that to you again. But you are as weak as butter. You are a nothing, a nothing that will continue to stab and pick random fights. But then you'll pick a fight on the wrong person. Then what will you do? I can't see you winning, and they won't just tie you up? Remember that person that you killed with Ida? Well that's what they'd do to you. I'm only trying to help, Morty,"

Sure. Sure he was. He only ever had my best interests at heart. After all, that was why I spent my weekends holed up in this place learning how to punch a bag. I was getting twitchy. I needed to learn how to use a gun bloody quickly. Does he really think that I can kill by kicking someone in the shins?

"You're a real bastard!" I spat at him. He just stood there chuckling and winking, knowing that I was tied up good, real good. I wondered how long it would be before Ida came up with her little thing and started to carve me up slowly, relishing every single scream that I made, relishing every struggle and begging for release. I've always hung around people with sick minds, but theirs was the sickest. I struggled around my bonds to see if there was a potential escape from here.

Nope. Ida must've tied me down. She was quite an expert in tying people down, it would seem. She had separate ropes for each of my arms, making every single movement quite painful. My legs were bound in three separate places, and there were two other ropes on my ankles to ensure that I didn't kick around. My chest was also tied down, as was my stomach. They must be pretty worried to make sure I didn't run off. But how could I? This was the middle of nowhere. Unless I taught myself to drive and hotwire a car, there wasn't much of a chance for me to escape.

"I bet you're wonderin' why we tied you up. Fact is, you have a very bad habit of NOT LISTENING. So, I thought, yeah, tie you down. Maybe then he might be forced to LISTEN." Ida slurred through the bottom of another can of something that I couldn't quite make out.

"So fucking TALK then. TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK!!!" I yelled, still realising that yelling at Ida was a pretty good suicide method. But I was cranky. Oh yes, I was very cranky. I hadn't had the chance to work at the job what I was meant to be training for. I noticed that Ida's eyes had narrowed to slits now. Oh shit. That's done it for me. Death by Ida. What a way to leave the world. Still, at least it's a fun way to go, and it'll give Satan something to chuckle about when I arrive on his front steps.

"Okay then. Basically Checky-poo was right. You really are soft. Look at you. You're TIED UP. You hesitated to kill when I told you to. YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A PATHETIC FRAUD!" It was at that moment when I realised why the ropes were hurting my skin so much. Whoever tied me up here had removed all my clothes, except for a pair of shorts. Knowing Ida's sexual tastes, I began to sweat. I was nothing but an innocent virgin! And here, I was being tied up by a hot chick that was pissed off at me. And I couldn't even protect certain body parts from removal either!

"Okay. We get I'm soft. We get it. Why don't we try and not make me soft then?" I said through gritted teeth. I hate people who talk but don't do. I really really really do. Words are nothing but hot air escaping from a person's mouth. I want action. Do I ever stand around giving a little speech to someone before I kill them? No, I just get on with the job. I'm not a supervillain, and the difference between me and a supervillain is that I win. I never want to be caught up in mindless yak yak to get my point across. It was around then I realised that if Ida could ever read my mind, I was really stuffed.

"So lemme get this straight. You want me and Checky to toughen you up? Is that what you're askin''?" Ida sneered, her tobacco-stained breath hovering near my ear. I gulped. What she had in store for me was anyone's guess. I guess anything that doesn't kill me would only make me stronger, and all that jazz.

I sweated. Ida was still looking me up and down very carefully. She was looking for any signs of weakness, any signs that I was less than the man she wanted me to be. I didn't know what it was with her, wanting more than anyone could give. I'd be surprised if she'd manage to hold onto Checky as long as she did. But what did it matter to me. So much for dying in a police shoot off, now I'd be dying at the hands of an insane madwoman.

"Morty. What I am about to do to you will hurt. You will hate it. But there's no other choice, y'know? You really have to be toughened up, and I dunno who's gonna do that to ya? She paused before bringing Checkers somewhere to the left of her. I paused and started to shake.

"Checky. Punch Morty's head in."

I closed my eyes as Checkers' fist connected to the side of my cheek. I tried to turn my head, but that did nothing to soften the blow. It hurt hard. In fact it more than hurt hard. I ran my tongue against my teeth to see if they were all there. Yup. One less thing to worry about. I couldn't see if I was crying but I was biting my tongue quite hard. Checkers let another one rip, this time across my chin. I could tell he wasn't giving it his all because I was still able to move my jaw after the hit. It hurt, but I seemed to be getting used to the pain. Not as much as one of Ida's boyfriends though, but enough to keep me going through the day.

"Did that hurt?" he asked mockingly. No shit, of course it fucking hurt, I wanted to say to the little shit. But I decided that I would keep my mouth shut for now. After all, when I become a big and famous assassin, I'll teach Checky a lesson or two. But for now I was a good apprentice, oh yes I was. I wasn't crying or anything, but I was waiting for what Checkers would do next. My pants seemed reasonably dry which was a good sign, when fears were involved. I wriggled slightly. The bonds were as tight as ever, and I was worried what Ida wanted to do with me.

"Ah well. Just leave 'im here?" Ida drawled. "It's gettin'' late. I want to go to beeeeeddddddd!" she sighed, flinging herself against Checky's arms. I stifled a giggle. It was not like Ida to act like a girl, even when she was around Checkers. Without looking or speaking to me, they shut the door, flouncing out like the horny little shits they were.

So there I was. Lying in the dark, drenched in sweat and begging for a glass of water, hearing screams and whoops that I didn't want to hear. I didn't want to know that a man like Checkers could score, and I couldn't do anything. I guess it was just up to me to try and unbind myself…