His face was streaked with blood, crimson and dry on his cheek. His jaw was flecked with freckles, his green eyes sparkled with exhilaration. He bit his bottom lip, tasting the blood on his tongue. He swallowed, trying to rid the lump from his throat.
‘You know,’ A voice whispered from behind making Gage press his hands to his face and try to hide the blood. ‘It’s not life or death Gage, it’s just a sandwich.’
‘Dash, you frightened me,’
‘That would be a first,’ He whispered before raising his eyebrows ‘Where did that blood come from?’ He looked down at the sandwich on the ground. ‘Lunch doesn’t usually bleed.’
‘It was his.’ He held up a wallet, Dash squinted at the drivers license.
‘Cooper Thomas’
Dash rolled his eyes, he pressed his fingers to his temples. Rubbing and muttering incoherently.
‘Jesus, Gage, you’re what fourteen?’
‘Twelve.’
‘Twelve!’ He threw his hands at the sky. ‘Jesus Christ, can you just not murder someone for at least a week?’
‘No’ He smiled, showing his jagged teeth, the scar on his cheek made a dent in the blood.
Dash pulled on Gage’s shirt.
‘Get in the car, kid.’
‘I’m not a kid, Dash.’
‘Whatever’
Gage opened his eyes wide. ’I’ll kill you, Dash, I’m not sure how well your wife would take it though.’
‘For fuck sake Gage, if you killed me you would have no one to stop Mae from telling the cops, or killing you herself.’
‘I doubt that.’
‘I wouldn’t fucking doubt it, now get in the car and pick that damn sandwich up, I’m hungry.’
The car was black with leather interior and when he breathed the smell of blood filled his lungs.
Dash sighed.
‘He’s in the trunk, isn’t he?’
‘Where else?’
‘I shouldn’t answer that question, should I Gage?’
‘Not really.’
There was a pause, the air was arid. The stench clung to the inside of Dash’s nose.
‘How old was he?’
‘Thirty one, with two children, Aubin and Darcy. His wife’s name was Addison Thomas and he owned a cat, Kibbles.’
‘Kibbles,’ He muttered. ‘Real original.’
Gage nodded.
‘I wonder if his kids will miss him, his wife even.’ Dash felt chagrin run through him, he creased his eyebrows.
‘He hits Aubin and Addison, not Darcy though because Darcy looks like him and when he hurts Darcy he is reminded of what his own father used to do, I’m sure they won’t miss him.’
‘How do you know?’
‘He told me.’
Dash bit his lip and nodded his head.
‘It’s true.’ Gage said, while shrugging his shoulders.
‘I have no reason to doubt you.’
Gage grinned, the scar on his cheek still making a dent in the blood.
