Devil to PayPart 8Lighe is good at screaming. He hits the high notes, y'know? God, it hurt my fucking ears. I tried to look desperate as the door flew open. The scene that met Mr Uzi's eyes must've been a picture. Lighe was screaming in Viggo's arms. Tears running down and dripping off his chin. Billy knelt by the bed, holding my hand, while Orli leaned faint and wan, against the wall. I was on the bed, with blood dripping from my bare arse. Not a pretty sight. Well, we all have to make sacrifices. I was sacrificing my dignity so we could escape. I was going to call in favours, big time, later. "Help him! He's dying!", Lighe sobbed. The words could have made no sense to him, but the chap got the picture. He ran, leaving the door open. "Shall we go, or wait?", Orli whispered. "No!", Lighe replied. "We have to wait for the runner to go tell Mr Big. And I want Smiley to come here first. Quiet!" He resumed his sobbing like a pro - which he is. Viggo told me, later, the tears never stopped flowing. Smiley came panting into the room. "Fuck! Do something! Find someone who can help! Please!", sighed Elijah, suddenly all Frodo, looking helpless in Viggo's arms. I moaned - realistically, I hoped. "Help me!", I murmured. Smiley was issuing an order to Mr Uzi, who ran down the stairs and out the door. I hoped he'd left the gun in the hallway. A vehicle started up. There were now five men left. Tino came to the door, and said something to Smiley. He went out again, looking sad. Lighe left Viggo, and came to me. He covered me with the cream blanket, managing to dip it in the blood in the process. I groaned, again. Louder. "Do something!", Lighe yelled at Smiley, going up to him and standing beside him, eyes streaming. "I have sent to the Patron and for the doctor", he said. Fuck, that was bad news. Doctor! The good news was that another chap came into the room, and came over to look at me. He'd left the gun by the door. Lighe leapt - fuck, he could move! - and grabbed the gun. He pointed it at Smiley. "And don't make the mistake of thinking I don't know how to use it", he said, coldly, flicking the safety off, and displaying, effortlessly, that he knew exactly how it worked. Fuck! I couldn't help a smile. I'd watched him train for four gruelling weeks with a prop Uzi for this bloody film we'd just made, because he wanted to know how it felt to hold one. The prop was real in every respect, even down to the weight and recoil, except it fired blanks. Oh, he knew how to use it. Neither of them were fucking smiling, now. Viggo had thrown the contents of our slop bucket right into the unarmed man's face. As he scrabbled at the mess dripping from his eyes and mouth Viggo swung the bucket with all his weight behind it. Even I winced at the sound it made as it connected. The man had collapsed helped by Orli kindly kicking his feet from under him. It was over so quickly; it hardly had time to register. Billy, helped by Lighe, who still had the gun trained at the bastard�s head, had the rope around Smiley's throat so fast I fucking missed it - and tightened it with a stick he must've found in the barn, until he fell to the floor. He knew what he was doing, which surprised me. I hadn't thought of Bill as a fighter. Big mistake, obviously. Glasgow boy, after all. "You fucking bastard! That's for Dom, and Lighe and Tino!" That left three men loose in the house, including Tino. I grabbed my jeans, and we ran. Straight down the stairs, and out of the door. Lighe's God was with us. There was a gun resting at the bottom of the stairs. Orli grabbed it, and a belt of cartridges hanging over the bannister. Too easy, really. There were shouts from the house, and the sound of men running. But we were in the trees, and we ran like Hell itself was chasing us. We were all fit, thank god. Everyone except me, with the bleeding arse. But, fuck - I could run! We didn't stop until we could hear no sounds. Then I halted briefly, to put my boxers on, which Lighe had stuffed in his pocket, and my jeans. We held a hasty conference, "Where, now?", Billy asked. Viggo glanced round. "Further into the woods for now, I think.", he said. "More cover than on the hillside. And this is more of a forest, really. Looks fucking big to me." We moved on, more slowly, keeping our eyes peeled, and our ears open. As far as we could tell, no one was following us. Anyway, we had two guns, some extra ammo - and Lighe knew how to load the guns - and we had Billy's rope. Great! What the fuck could we do with that? After the first panic was over, and the adrenaline had worn off, my arse ignited. Shit, it hurt! I groaned for real. Lighe put his arm around my waist. "Sblom? Can you go on?" I nodded, biting my lip. "Must, Lighe. It's the only chance we're getting." Viggo hadn't led us in a straight line. He was going all over the shop. We found a little stream, so we followed it up its length for about two hours. It led us to a small, ramshackle hut, leaning precariously into a large tree. "Yes?", asked Orli. "Yes!", replied Viggo, grinning. We'd been out about three hours now, and were feeling safer. "Fuck it, I'm fashed!" Billy sighed, putting his shoulder to the hut door. It gave way to a welcome sight. A rickety table, two chairs, and two beds. Luxury. The place was dry, but bare. The place was dusty with disuse. There was a fireplace, but we weren't daft enough to think we could light one. There was nothing else there that we could use, except a few pots and dishes. No blankets, no food, no nothing. Except, thank god - the water, and each other. I hoped it would be enough. I was shivering a bit. I was feeling hot, and woozy. Lighe looked at me. "You look warm", he said, and touched my face with his cool hand. I leaned into the touch, and nuzzled his fingers between my cheek and my shoulder. He blushed a delightful red. God, I loved him! The beds were just plain wooden boards on legs. Viggo, the woodsman, went out into the darkening night, taking Orli with him. and they came back with armsfull of soft moss and ferns. "Our bedding, gentlemen!", Viggo remarked. Lighe and Billy made the two beds up. We worked out watch hours. We were all knackered, so we made it three two-hour periods. Orli volunteered for first watch. We'd had nothing to eat, but we had the water. "You'd better bathe that butt of yours", Viggo remarked, in that slow drawl he has. "By the looks of you, there's a touch of inflammation there". "I'll do it", Lighe said, jumping up to find a pot to put some water in. I lay on a bed, and bared my arse to the world, for the second time that day. Fuck it - I was getting to be an exhibitionist. Lighe came back with ice-cold water in a scoured pot. It looked very clean. "Leaves", he offered by way of explanation. Dock leaves to clean the pot - and me. Nice, soft leaves, and the bit of Viggo's shirt and the towel tucked between my legs. Lighe took the cloths outside and swilled them in the stream. Then he came back to tend to me. The other three pretended to be busy with moss and leaf. I was grateful. There are things you don't want even your friends to see. He washed all the boys' blood off my legs. I was glad of that - fuck, it was sticky. Then he sighed. I was lying on my side, knees bent up, but he wasn't happy. "Sblom - I can't really clean it so well like this. Could you...would you get on your hands and knees for me?" I shivered. Last time I did this� oh god... It was hard, but I did it. The three went out to gather more moss. Lovely mates - I knew it was to spare me. Lighe swabbed me with icy water. I jumped. "Fuck, that's cold!" Lighe ran one of his hands up my back, gentling me. "I'm sorry, Sblom. I don't know what I'm doing, really. It looks a bit... red. Should I push the cloth inside?" I shuddered. "Oh, fuck, no, love! I think it'd kill me! Just kiss it better, instead." I meant it as a joke, to diffuse the moment. But I felt his lips against me, feather kisses across the small of my back. Gentle and so loving. I could have died and gone to heaven right then. "Better?", he whispered. I turned on the bed and held my arms out to him. "Come and kiss the end that talks, love.", I breathed. He came into my arms, and I held him close as his lips met mine. Warm, moist and full, they landed like swansdown. I moaned. He sighed. I pressed his lips open with my tongue, and fuck it! - if there'd been angels there, they'd have started singing. I�d finally fucking kissed him with no buggers staring at us. And I was in love. |