Sydney - Wednesday: September 28
Jones was back at me, and this time he really hit me hard and I did pass out. When I came back, after one of them, threw a bucketof freezing cold water on me I heard him work on Steve, it did not sound good, I could hear every soul-crunching hit as he punished my friend
"Not right," Steve gurgled in turn before passing out.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Jones said returning to me, gun poised, ready for another strike.
"More to the point who the fuck are you?"I asked in turn, "You pricks are not Muslims" I added and it earned me another hit with his gun.
"So what are you? Jews? Neo-Nazis? Russian mafia? What?" I asked, still semi-conscious.
At this point one of the other men started to talk to our interrogator in fucking southern-fried-finger-lickin' Mississippi English. What the Fuck?
"What do you reckon?" Steve gurgled at me as he resurfaced
"I have no fucking idea? did we get the wrong house? Are we such fuck-ups?" I asked, really worried and in excruciating pain.
"Probably," he said.
Meanwhile, the argument between two of our captors, seemed to have turned ugly. Both were shouting heatedly and gesticulating. It looked like there was going to be a bit of a blue right there and now.
Suddenly Jones nodded and the other man approached me, satisfaction and anticipation colouring his face.
He removed an evil looking knife from his belt. It was very pointed and very dirty, probably still carrying the blood from his last fun time.
"You are going to fucking talk to me or I'll rip both your eyes out," he said.His breath smelled even worse than Jones's. I guessed that the opportunity to brush his teeth had not come up in the last thirty or so years. The knife's point was touching my eye.
"Gees!" I said, moving my head back, "I'll talk, I'll talk? just stop breathing on me," I shouted.
"What are you doing here?" He screamed at me.
"Selling toothpaste, and boy, you need a ton of it," I said, and then I spat into his eyes, for good measure.
"Good one, Louie!" Steve approved.
"Thanks," I said.
But the guy with the knife was not amused.He wiped his face and smiled.
"You fucking Jew cunt lover!" He said and slowly, very painfully pushed his filthy knife into my thigh all the way to the hilt.
My scream was unstoppable. It started somewhere deep inside me and erupted out of me like a flood of hot lava, but he wasn't finished with me.
He held onto the knife and twisted it from side to side? I think I was able to scream even louder that time. I was now ready to pass-out for keeps, when he gave it another twist and said.
"I think you will sing now, pig," and then he smiled, "next it will be you balls. And when I am done, I'll feed them to your bum-mate over there," His face was so close to mine that I could see the green-yellow of his putrid teeth. I could even count the number of blackheads on his nose, but I didn't.
Instead, I head-butted his nose with all the strength I had left.
Even the chair moved forward with me and it would have tipped all the way to the floor if his face had not stopped both of us.
I felt the, oh so very pleasing, 'crunch'. His nasal bones and perhaps even his cheeks had splintered and crushed. Blood sprayed out of him like out of a fireman's hose.
He reeled backward as if he had just been hit by a truck and fell on his back, screaming and howling.
This guy was a real screamer!
"Good one, Louie!" Steve approved again.
"Thanks," I mumbled, "what a baby, that was just a tap," I commented as I looked at the knife's hilt on my leg. It was standing up like a strangely misplaced erection.
I wondered where the cavalry was. I was pretty sure I could not take much more of this crap.
All of the terrorists were staring at their companion screaming on the floor. One of them raised his gun and pointed at me, anger in his eyes, maybe I'd just ruined his boyfriend's good looks.
One of us was definitely blind.
It now looked like I did not have to worry about any more pain. This guy was going to put one right between my eyes.
I knew I was about to die.
Time seemed to stretch out like everything was moving in slow motion. I watched his arm with the gun point at may face and his trigger finger stiffen. I noticed a tattoo on his forearm?what was that? A spider? Shit! I had had enough of fucking spiders! "Fucking spiders, they always get you in the end," I thought nonsensically.
"Take care of Maria," I said to Steve.
"Noooo!" he screamed at the gunman and tried to make his chair jump to stop the bullet. But, he was all tied up just like me and had little strength left any way. His face was so strained, veins in his neck popping up - as if he was trying to pull a Mac truck. But those plastic ties are unbreakable. They must have cut into his flesh.
The gunman smiled and took careful aim.
"Fuck you, mother fucker!" I screamed
The man pointing the gun at me squeezed a shot. It hit me in the shoulder. I felt the impact- it was as if I had been hit with a brick, but I did not feel any pain at all.
"Missed me, you stupid cunt," I mumbled at him, trying to smile.
He took aim again and smiled, I guessed that he had been playing with me.
Behind me, I heard a sound that I could not immediately recognise.
"Pfft."
His smile remained frozen in his face as he toppled backward. As he fell, I noticed a neat hole in his forehead, closely followed by another.
"?and washed Incy Wincy out?" I shouted at him incongruously the singsong nursery rhyme. I think I tried to laugh.
"?Out came the sun?" Steve continued for me, a crooked smile on his face.
Slowly and very painfully, I turned around: the room was now full of men all dressed in black, black balaclavas, black nasty looking guns, fitted with black silencers.They must have come in, making no noise, unnoticed by anyone - every one's attention had been riveted on me, my friend with the knife still screaming on the floor and on the gunman...
"I think it's the Sun ?definitely," Steve whispered with his broken mouth.
One of the new comers was not shaped like a man at all. As she approached my chair, one of the terrorist made a sudden move, maybe he was reaching for his gun or maybe he suddenly had an itchy butt, it did not matter, she shot him.
Two quick shots: bang, bang in the head, and he was down - DOA.
The screaming guy on the floor raised his head, I guess to see what was going on.
Two quick shots: bang, bang in the head, and he was down, as well - DOA.
All this happened in no time at all, Maria did not miss a step, did not flinch or hesitate.
"Thank God for that," I said to Steve through the pain which seemed to have spread to every cell in my body, "all that screamin' was sending me 'round the bend."
"Ditto," Steve agreed. I think he nodded, but things were getting a bit hazy.
Maria continued to make her way to our side. She bent down to look at me, and then at Steve, and smiled.
"The room is definitely brighter? the Sun is here?" I informed Steve.
"Best of all?Wincy is finally fucked?" Steve added.
"Oh shit!" She said, concern heavy in her voice, "I need a medic. Right now!" she shouted behind her.
"All good," I said and, thankfully, passed out. On my way under, I may have heard Steve say 'ditto' or maybe, I just expected it and dreamed it.