The smiling demon (revised)

Prologue: The Smiling Demon



John winced as the brass knuckles glanced off his head. He tried to look cool, calm and collected, while also trying to stop the emotion and pain from showing but he was finding that really difficult when all he could see and smell was the concrete, feces and rotten meat.
"John, please. If you just tell us where he is, the pain will stop I promise." The woman said and he knew she would keep to her promise. However weather John was still alive after it stopped was highly unlikely.
John looked up, eyes full of hate for the tall, skinny woman, her face striate, pointed face revealing no emotion. Her white hair was pulled into such a tight bun, it looked as if her face was splitting.
"Tell us John or..." The woman said, raising the knuckles up to finish the sentence.
John winced and instinctively made a grab for her but was stopped almost immediately by the barbed wire wrapped around his hand. His eyes swelled with tears and he gasped.
"Ok fine, I will tell you,"
Oh God, what am I doing? He thought. He was mentally punching himself.
"Her face was a mask, but the slightest hint of victory began to crack it as her lips lifted."
"Go on, John," she said slapping him hard, "Make the pain stop."
John took a deep breath. Oh god, I couldn't do this, he thought, he wouldn't let them take the kid
"He's in a small town called..."
He stopped. Breathing very slowly.
"Where is he, John," The woman asked once more through gritted teeth. She was obviously trying to restrain herself from hitting him again.
He smiled.
"Kiss my ass!"
CRACK!
The sound echoed in the small concrete room.
"You were assigned to him, John." She said in a rush
CRACK!
He absorbed another blow to his face. He felt as well as heard as the bones in his bottom jaw shattered.
"Shit!" he cried, which made him cry out again as pain shot through his jaw.
"John, just tell us," she said, smiling at him.
"Go to hell bitch," he spat in her face. Even that act made his head fill with a darkness that made him woozy.
She paused, blinking as she pulled a tissue out of her Italian suit
"Oh, but John" She said, Wiping the mix of blood and saliva from her face. "We are in hell"
She raised the knuckles so they were inches from his face.
"Or better yet, you are."
"She raised her fist, smashing down on his nose, crushing it instantly."
His eyes rolled back but he managed to stay conscious. The stream of blood started flowing from his nose like a broken dam.
He tried to shout curses at this woman, but they just came out as barely audible words. She took no notice and just walked around him.
"Tell us John," she whispered into his ear.
"I'm not afraid of death."
"Oh, John, while there is worse things than death. It's not what we do here and now, it's what we will do after you die and to everyone you hold dear."
His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. Was this woman really capable of hurting his family?
'No she isn't' He thought. She wouldn't be able to find them...
He Hoped.
She smashed the knuckles into the back of his head, blurring his vision before it ceased completely. He tried to remain calm but his head was covered in blackness and he couldn't think straight. He blinked a bit more, sort of regaining his vision.
"Please John, I'm giving you one last chance," she said as she pulled out her gun and aimed the long silence barrel at his crotch.
He kept his eyes down and moaned one last sentence. "Screw you bitch."
She sighed and fired two shots and he blacked out.












Reporter: 
This is to report, a body of a teenager was found dead floating in the river Torrens today at around 10:00am. Time of death was estimated to be 4 hours beforehand. Authorities believe the cause of the death was murder; the boy was found to have scars, shattered nose and a bottom jaw, as well as two gunshot wounds to the genital area. Anyone that has information on the identity of this young man or his killers is asked to call crime stoppers or see your nearest police station..



Chapter 1: Innocence