The clicking and shifting of his leg always annoyed
Ralph.
But really, he was in no place to complain, it was better than not having one at all.. And miles better than a regular prosthetic.
But it was somewhat distracting…
Was it always this loud? Maybe something was broken?
No matter.
His eye zoomed in on the man cursing and swearing like a sailor, bound to a wooden, squeaking chair.
Man, did he hate that chair.
But alas, he had things to do besides complaining about squeaking and clicking noises.
He moved towards the chair positioned right next to the second captured ‘victim’, undoing it’s blindfold.
The gaping bullethole in it’s forehead was a sight for sore eyes, at least Ralph had finally adjusted to firing with his new arm.
Gripping the corpse’s hair, he threw the body towards the ground, the chair following suit.
“-fucking
PSYCHOPATH.” The tied up body yelled, kicking into empty air as his blindfold blocked his vision.
“Oh. Did your hearing return to you? Sorry, I forgot how loud pistols can be in close quarters.” Ralph commented in a nonchalant tone.
“So… Now that your hearing is all here, wanna tell me where he is?”
Ralph sat down on the wooden table in front of the bandit, praying to God it’d support his weight.
“
Screw you.” The bandit spit into the general direction of Ralph, missing him completely, but Ralph got the gesture.
“Well, that’s… unfortunate. For you I mean.” Ralph stood up, reaching for the rusty heavy duty shovel leaning against the table.
Slowly, he lowered it into the small space below the bandit’s kneecap.
“So.. this is going to hurt quite a bit.”
And with one swift hand-motion he pulled up the shovel, dislocating the kneecap as it jammed upwards.
The resulting screaming was expected, but even Ralph slightly recoiled before dropping the shovel.
A backwards-hand slap across the cheek with his human hand was all it took to reduce the agonizing screams to whimpering.
He grabbed the bandit’s chair, shoving him closer to the table, where Ralph’s map was lying, open for view.
Slowly he undid the bandit’s blindfold, and spoke a single word.
“
Where?” He hissed.
Sobbingly, the bandit pointed towards an old run-down motel, quite a ways away from where they were.
Ralph nodded, grabbing his shovel once more only to whack the bandit over the head with it, knocking him out cold.
Finally, gathering his stuff once more, he turned on his heel and left the abandoned house.