Chapter 128: Back With
The sound of soone screaming my na woke
up out of a dazed sleep. I couldn’t be sure what I had actually heard, the voices coming all the ti lately.
Most of them were screaming sothing or other.
Especially when I refused to share my food and water.
It was funny. I always prided myself on the fact that I was a doctor and that I always practiced the concept of do no harm.
And yet, after a few months in this place, all that pretentious attitude had flown out the window.
The people here loved treating
like their own punching bag, physically assaulting
if they could and verbally when they couldn’t.
But when I had sothing they wanted... well, then I was their best friend.
I chuckled low, not bothering to open my eyes.
I heard my na being yelled again and waited for whoever was calling
to start cursing
out for not giving them what they asked for.
Rip had given
the food and water, and if anyone thought they were getting it, they had another thing coming.
"Fuck!" the voice scread as a cloud of dust rose behind whoever was approaching . Did soone finally manage to get out of their cage? Several had threatened, but in the fourteen sleeps that I have tried to get without Rip, not a single one managed to escape.
That was good. If Rip was called away on yet another hunt, I might just go with him and kill whoever ran away.
"Little Bird, open your eyes!" crooned a voice beside my cage. It sounded like Rip, but I couldn’t be sure. It might be a fignt of my imagination, like the guys at the bunker.
"Co one, Baby, I am right here. Open your beautiful eyes and look at ." The voice shifted back and forth between commanding and sweet, and I couldn’t help but obey.
"That’s it. Such a good Little Bird. I’m back, okay? I am never going to leave you again," purred Rip as he tried to reach between the bars to touch my face.
I hadn’t moved a muscle since he had gone, so pushing my body to get closer to his was like crawling over a pit of Hellfire. But God, was it worth it.
"Rip?" I asked, my voice breaking from a lack of use.
"Right here, Little Bird. I even brought you so new bottles of water and food." Rip looked around him frantically like the food he was talking about would just magically appear.
"Fuck, I left it in the car; I’ll be right back!" he said as he tried to get to his feet. I let out a sound that sounded like a wounded chicken, but I really didn’t want him to leave
so soon.
"Okay, I won’t leave. I’ll just stay here, okay?" soothed Rip as he dropped to the ground, bringing up yet another cloud of dust at his movent.
"Did you get him?" I croaked. I wanted to make sure that whoever the fighter was that put the rest of the camp through this was dead and buried.
"We got him," started Rip as he looked down at . "And he is back in the compound."
I blinked a few tis, trying to understand his words. The guy led them on a rry chase for two weeks, and they just brought him ho like an errant child?
As if he could read my mind, Rip shook his head. "Alpha wanted his death drawn out to act as a deterrent to the others, but I wanted to get ho. To compromise, we brought him back here and will sell tickets to his torture and death. Alpha thinks that they will go for a lot of money."
Nodding my head, I wondered if it was sothing I wanted to watch. The
before all this happened would have been trying to find a way to save the faceless stranger, but there was this new part of
that wanted to watch him scream while Rip ripped him apart.
"It’s normal," shrugged Rip as if he could see the conflict on my face. When I sent him a confused look, he continued. "Before the world ended, it was a completely different society. You couldn’t go around killing people or even hint at the idea that killing soone was okay. But he caused you to live in misery for two weeks. He, and he alone, is responsible for killing those that died here. So wanting to watch him bleed for your misery is completely understandable."
Huh, I hadn’t thought of it like that. I had assud that there was sothing wrong with
because I didn’t have the sa care and compassion that I had before everything went to shit.
"To be kind to your enemy is to be cruel to yourself," said Rip softly. I heard him let out a quiet sigh as I gripped the back of his shirt. My hand was screaming as I opened my fingers and then closed them again, my muscles going through atrophy as a result of not moving them for so long.
If I took care of myself and ate properly, I could reverse the pathologic atrophy, but I sohow didn’t see that happening any ti soon.
"Can I watch?" I asked, looking at the back of Rip’s head. I might never gain back the strength and mass of my muscles, and that was because of this fucker. If I was never able to walk again, I wanted to watch him bleed for what he did to .
"I will make sure of it," grunted Rip.
"So, random question," I smirked, wanting to change the topic. Rip was back, and I was alive. Nothing else mattered.
"Shoot," grunted Rip, and I wish I could see his face.
"Is Rip an acronym, or did you take the na from Jack the Ripper?" Even back in Canada, I was obsessed with serial killers; the podcasts and docuntaries, my dirty secret that no one knew about.
"Jack the Ripper was nothing but a pussy. Rip started as an acronym and then beca a way to identify those that pissed
off," he shrugged as if it wasn’t that big of an issue.
"I’m sorry, what?" I gasped. It was the first ti I had ever heard of anyone calling the greatest serial killer of the 1800s a pussy.
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