This is my submission to the “Caring Killer” @samperv challenge!
Let me know what you think! I decided to go a little out of the box with this one.
Never in a million years did Karen ever think she would end up here. A damp, dingy, and dirty cellar of some shithole in Oakland as she looked around her at what she could see through the makeshift blindfold she wore, fashioned from a ripped piece of her own shirt. A staircase that led up to the main floor, she assumed, where the only light in the room was coming from. Beyond that, no matter how hard she strained her crystal blue eyes, she couldn’t see anything else. She pulled against the ropes that were knotted tightly around her wrists, trying to test the restraints. She wondered if her brother even knew she was missing - they had gotten into it pretty bad that morning after she found a croweater, sweetbutt, or whatever he wanted to call the skank that slept over the night before, using her toothbrush in her bathroom.
She knew she couldn’t have been there for longer than a few hours, which made her wonder how long it would take before the sons were on alert and looking for her. She knew it could be as long as several days before they found her, though she really prayed it didn’t take that long. Her bladder wouldn’t last and her captors hadn’t allowed her a restroom break yet.
It was as soon as she began toying with the ropes around her wrists again that she heard the commotion upstairs. There were gunshots, yelling, and several loud thuds coming from right above her head. She began to chuckle to herself. Record time, she thought as she began to struggle more urgently, excitedly, to untie herself. Shortly after the commotion upstairs, there was silence. Karen heard a door creak open slowly, presumably the one at the top of the stairs. Boots, padding down stairs - creeping closer and closer. Finally, she heard the boots stop right in front of her, and then there was silence. Briefly, she wondered if the steps coming down the stairs hadn’t been made by Samcro boots at all, but that worry was soon wiped clear when the blindfold was ripped off her face and she blinked open her bright blue eyes to reveal her brother, Alexander, smeared and smattered with the blood and guts of what she could only assume belonged to the One-Niners who’d abducted her. There was literally blood dripping off of him onto the dust-ridden ground below his feet.
Karen smirked up at the dark-headed biker, “Took you long enough, Tigger,” she quipped, holding her wrists out to him so he could cut her loose, while Jax, Bobby, Chibs, and Juice began to descend down the stairs towards her and her brother.
“I would’ve been here sooner, but you told me if I didn’t have a new toothbrush for you by the time you got home you were gonna castrate me,” he spoke as he unsheathed his knife and cut the ropes, “I had to stop by the store on the way,” he added, pulling a new-in-box toothbrush from his kutte and showing to to her.
“I hate you so much,” Karen laughed, shaking her head and holding her hand out as Tig reached down to help her to her feet, looking her over for bruises, cuts, or any other injuries.
“I love you too, shithead,” Tig spoke finally as he determined her to be unscathed, hugging his baby sister and kissing her on the top of the head.
“And no more skanks,” she added, hugging him back and not minding the viscera that now coated her clothing too as they embraced one another, smiling as the guys crowded around the two siblings to make sure Karen was okay for themselves.
“Whatever you say, kid.” Tig agreed to her demands.
Honestly, he was just happy to be able to bring her home safely. Alexander Trager loved his little sister more than anything in the world.
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