The Half and the Whole: Tori by Nicola Collings (fiction novels to read TXT) 📕

After what Drug had told her, Victoria wasn’t just satisfied with a bullet in the brain. She wanted more...pain...

She wondered the crowd, several men eyeing her- not, however, because of the way she dressed. Greedy eyes. Eyes that liked them young.

It was when she heard a voice she stopped, her ears pricked. It was hard among the voices, the crowded streets, but she could still make out a voice...a very familiar voice.

What...why can’t we...what the fuck...?

“Haha! Come on baby, don’t be that way!”

She knew, in an instant. It surprised her that he didn’t sound scared. Maybe he didn't know about his two friends.

She followed the voice to a man who was following a woman through the crowd. A very uninterested looking woman. She wasn’t dressed like a whore. Of course, men want what they can’t have. Men who want something...but can’t have it.

“Come on baby!”

His voice was slurred. He’d been drinking. Good.

Victoria soon caught up and put a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he saw her, he froze.

“Hey! Want some fun?” she took his hand and pulled him to a corner. “Come have some fun with me!”

He followed. Perhaps he remembered the power she had over him.

Victoria giggled. She pulled him down a side street. There, she pinned him against the wall, pulling down his trousers.

“Well now, we having fun?”

When Victoria heard the cocking of a gun, she froze. The man held the gun to her forehead, his hand shaking. He knew he’d never pull it off.

“Put the gun down.” She said. The blue veins spread over his face and the gun dropped to the floor with a metallic clang.

“Now, feel horny.” Victoria smiled. She proceeded to put her mouth around his erection and give him a blow job. The man whimpered- obviously not enjoying what men found most enjoyable. Men like him...anyway.  And there it was again, the void of emotion where someone else is feeling for you.

Victoria had had enough of playing with the man and bit down. Blood seeped from his groin and Victoria reached for a knife she’d taken from Drug’s kitchen. A crude object, yet it would do the deed. She watched as his penis fell to the group with a soft splodge.

There were tears coming from his eyes. She was in complete control of his emotions now...forcing him not to feel pain was going to kill him, eventually.

Victoria took a ball sack. The man gasped.

She put her head back and laughed. She took the gun from her knickers and pointed it at his chest. Of course, she wasn’t going to be that cruel. The man was going pale. Quickly.

“How do you feel?”

The man whimpered.

“Embarrassed? Humiliated? Raped of your masculinity? If I leave you like this, how many other people do you think you’ll rape?” she giggled again. “No, you’ll never even breath!” her voice became an angry cry.

She let him revel in the pain a little, before pulling the trigger.

Another corpse...

Another step...

But a long way off.

Entering the gun shop, she saw the merchant, looking decidedly thinner than he had been. He almost jumped when he saw her. He was tending to a customer. The customer was a man, young looking, a thin face with thick, black hair, bags under his eyes. He was dressed in jeans, boots and just a denim, sleeveless jacket with a hood. His bare chest was on show.

“Well I’m sorry, I don’t do freebies.” Sighed the merchant.

“I need my life back. To do that, I need a gun.” The man said, his voice void and flat. He was a man missing something, obviously. 

“Give him a gun.” Tori said, making her way to the back room.

“And why should I do that, Victoria?”

His attempt at defiance was feeble. She strode behind the counter. “Because I know a man who has nothing, but needs something. You will give him a gun.” When he looked at her in a way a winy child looks at it parents, she murmured, “You are part of this, are you not?”

Tori then disappeared into the back room, listening to the mumbles of the two men. When the bell rang from the door way, the merchant joined Tori.

“Lost me a good gun, you did. Expensive, they are!”

Tori paused. “You need to gain weight.” She felt her influence over him lifting.

“Why are you here?”

“I came to give this back. I used three bullets. I have no use for it anymore.”

The merchant looked surprised. “Who are you?”

Tori paused. “I don’t know. But I know where I’m going. A fight is coming. A big one.” And with that, she left the gun on the table and left the shop.

The gazed down the street. She could see the City Centre in the middle, it’s sky scrapers rising above the stain that was The Wynde. Gazing up the street, she could make out the trees at the far end; the tiny figures. Her brother had spoken of Duskgate Mansion. She could not fight this fight alone. Even if she shot everyone in Boundary.

She needed friends. Something she wasn’t very good at making. But on a district where everyone wasn’t very good at making friends, she doubted she’d find it hard. There were other black sheep like her out there.

She started her journey up the hill.

Oh yes, the stain would spread. The streets would run black with blood. The corpses would be piled high.

Boundary would pay!

Publication Date: 07-10-2013

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