The Soldier Next Door

Now I have been fair and let MacKay’s comments here and there slip. But as for taking my wife and shooting Gibbs, well, for that, I will not just keep my mouth shut. I want to know what is behind this man’s reasoning for taking such a bold move.

So, I am safe to say that he will not leave here intact today.

In a few moments, Gibbs will bring him through to the barracks where Ray and I are waiting for him. Williams has asked some of the rookies to put their music but a pitch louder, purely if I need to convince him of his mistake.

It is only five minutes later that Gibbs steps through the door with MacKay in tow.

“Sit,” I politely ask them to take a seat opposite me where I am sitting on the edge of one of the beds. Then I continue, “So, you know how this goes, you either tell me what the fucking purpose of your stunt was, or I will start taking body parts.”

He only but burst out in a damn fit of uncontrollable laughter, “Yes, like that is going to happen.”

So I rise from the bed and make my way around to the side where he is so casually sitting, finding himself rather amusing. Well, we are about to see how I feel about that.

“Gibbs,” I nod at him. “I think that it is time that we tie up some loose ends.”

With that, Gibbs grabs this fool’s hands and, in one swift movement, he ties him to the chair. I watch as the horror creeps in his face as he finds himself unable to move but an inch.

Now I am not up for begging. He is either telling me and dies, or he just dies.

Well, I am not really going to kill the man, but still…

“Okay,” I stand in front of him with my hand firmly on the grip of my Ruger. “So what was the purpose of taking my wife and sending your goons after me in my own house?”

He stutters uncontrollably as he can barely speak. Well, I don’t give a shit. The man will talk today.

“I don’t think I heard you there,” I ask him as I play with the clip of my gun. Much to his horror, I continue to count the bullets. “Oh, there seems to be one missing. Gibbs, who did I shoot last?”

Gibbs only chuckles, and I continue to point the barrel to the man’s head, “So, what is your answer going to be?”

“You can fucking shoot me all you want; I am not saying a damn thing.”

With that, I start to press the barrel against the soft skin of his forehead, and once again, “I would strongly advise you to reconsider that.”

“I am not telling you.”

Ya, this one is a goddamn smart ass. Well, sorry, he obviously thinks that I am fucking stupid; best I prove to him otherwise.

“Gibbs, pliers.”

I watch as the man squirms in his chair and tries to pull his hands loose. Yes, it is those very hands that are going to wish that he just did not take me for a fuck.

So as Gibbs hands me the pliers, I walk closer to the man, “Now, do you want to play this game, or are you going to give me a proper answer?”

“You can go fuck yourself.”

“Mmm…let me think. I have Ana for that, so I guess you are the one that will be fucking himself.”

Now, let us do it perfectly, wait, I think I have changed my mind, “Gibbs, the knife.”

Gibbs passes me a very questionable but shit-sharp knife. As I step even closer, the man starts to whimper as he thinks he is about to die.

So, Gibbs steps closer, and I show for him to hold the man’s hand into place. “Now, if you move, then I cut your fucking hand off. So keep still.”

Next, with what seems like going absolutely slowly backward, I rest the blade on the knife on his pinky, just below his knuckle. Then once again.

“Are you going to answer me now?”

He only squirms as he shakes his head, “No.”

“Well, I warned you.”

With that, I slice the knife down into his finger, blood squirts, and I watch as the knife pierces into his skin. But as I am about to start applying pressure…

Then from behind me, I hear a voice, “Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?”

I do believe that I should have locked that door.

But yes, that is Ana walking in on me. Now do imagine my predicament.  I have a man tied to a chair who has just about to lose his finger. Now that is not the problem; I have fucking blood on my shoes.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

So as I spin around, hoping that she will not notice the blood, I slip the bloody knife into the back of my pants, yes, second big mistake. But my biggest concern is how she is going to take this.

“Boo, what are you doing done here?” I ask with complete horror on my face.

“I was worried, so I thought I would come to see what you were doing, but yes,” she seems rather amused. “I guess I have learned the new purpose of the barracks.”

I only but smile at her shyly and bite into my bottom lip.

She burst out in hysterical laughter and wraps her arms around my waist; then, I feel her pull the knife out that I have tucked in the back of my pants.

“You know that you have just ruined a perfectly good pair of pants.” She pauses for a brief moment, then she continues again, “Now get this over with.”

“Boo, but you can’t…”

“I can, and I am going to stand here and scare the shit out of this guy until he talks.”

“Boo, are you okay?”

“Yes. Now, why has he done it?”

She steps a few steps closer to this man waving the knife in front of his face. Now, if I thought that he was scared of me, he is absolutely terrified of her. I only but have an inner chuckle at her. This girl is starting to impress me.

But ya, she practically has that knife under his nose, “Now, I am not scared to cut more than your pinkie off. Why are you after Ethan?”

The guy continues to shake his head; he does not seem like he is going to budge. Now I have a choice here, I either take him out, or we send him off so that the authorities can deal with him, with at least another finger less. So I turn to Gibbs, that is very much wide-eyed, as he is staring at Ana swinging that knife in front of the man’s face.

“Boo, you are going to make him piss his pants.”

“Soldier, he can be glad he can still do it.”

“God, if this were not so messed up, I would have said that is so hot. But I need to talk to Gibbs; you think you can leave us alone?”

Well, I know I am wasting my time in asking, for I know that she is going to ignore me in any case, so as she just shakes her head, I know that I have my answer.

“Gibbs, I am tired of this fuck’s face now.”

Then there is a loud roar coming from MacKay as he begs me, “Please, Hunter, please, I beg you. I will tell you anything.”

“A few moments ago, you thought it was good to play a game with me. Well, I am done. I have somewhere else to be, and you are keeping me up. ”

“Please, Hunter.”

“Fuck your please, MacKey. I asked you a question, and you fucked with me.”

I turn to Gibbs and only nod my head; with that, I take the goddamn knife from Ana and lead her out the room.

But just as I am about to leave, I have MacKay calling back for me, “It is not me; someone asked me to do it.”

Well, that gets my attention, so I spin around and walk back over to MacKay again, “What are you talking about, and I am warning you, if you are fucking with me, then I am really shooting you today.”

I see him hesitate for but a few moments, and when he finally speaks underneath a stuttering breath, “It was…” He pauses for a brief moment. “It was…”

Then from behind me, I hear Ana scream, and just as I am about to turn around, I hear a voice…

“It was me.”

And as I spin on my heels again, I am shocked to my core.

Ya… I am not hearing things.

But perhaps I am not truly that shocked as I believe. I was wondering when this face will make an appearance again.