20 Not a Criminal, Just a Collector Part 7

He arrived in front of the large house and saw no cameras or anything. He walked up to the front door and simply knocked. A tattooed man answered it, a blue and black shield on his neck, "Who are you?"

"I am looking for Alberto Hondora."

"I am him, who are," He was thrown across the room and Eddie walked into the house and closed the door, "Who in the hell are you?"

"The Collector," He caught a blade with his human hand, "You want to play like that?" He walked towards him as he got off of the shattered table. He ducked under a punch and turned and kicked him in the gut, making him fold in two. He grabbed his back and lifted him onto his shoulder and slammed him down through the glass coffee table he had missed with his initial fall. Alberto up kicked, only for it to be caught by Eddie's robotic arm and then he was thrown once more, smashing through the kitchen door. He tired to scramble away but Eddie's massive body tackled him on the side and slammed him into the fridge, denting it. He put his head under the man's gut and lifted him and fell back, slamming him to the floor and then getting up and letting him get up. The man kicked up and got to his feet, "Come on, man, fight me a little bit."

"You son of a bitch," He threw another punch but Eddie dodged and caught him around the waist and took him down before punching his head and knocking him out.

"Weakling," He picked up his limp body and walked back into the living room and sat him down on the only remaining chair, "Time to have some fun," He pulled out duct tape and began tying him down to the chair, ankles, wrists and then his torso and legs to the main part of the chair. He walked into the kitchen and opened all the drawers. A smile grew on his face as his eyes landed on a dozen types of knives and some other sharp items, "Oh boy, oh boy, this is the gear," He took out a few of them and placed them on the out of fashion fireplace. He stood in front of the man and waited for him to wake up from being knocked out cold.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Hello Alberto."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I don't need to introduce myself, I am looking for Sarah Paige."

"Fuck off," Eddie held a blade in his hand, "You can't torture things out of me, nice try."

"I can't? Really?" He jammed the blade into the man's knee. He leaned his head back in pain and grit his teeth without screaming. Eddie slammed his palm into the blade and it jerked up and the man tensed up, "Painful isn't it? Kneecaps are painful."

"Fuck, y-y-you."

"Where is she?"

"Go to h-h," He cut himself off as Eddie hit the blade again, "Fuck!"

"Again, where is she?"

"I won't speak," Eddie kicked the blade and it twisted and left his knee another way, making blood pour down his leg, "Motherfucker!"

"Hmm, kneecap didn't come out."

"You are going to kill me before you get something out of me," Eddie slammed his metal fist into the man's gut, he threw his head forwards, "You are wea," Another blow hit his stomach, "She is long gone."

"No, not with my task," He grabbed a larger blade, "So, how do you care about your fingers?"

"Shit, you ain't getting to me even if you cut me to bits."

"Okay, then," He jammed the blade slowly behind the man's knee. He roared in pain, "Ah, it's getting to you, slowly, but it will," He laughed wickedly and the man realized what type of man Eddie was, "I am terrifying, am I not?"

"Fuck you."

"You have tortured people before."

"I have, you fuck," He said sweating in pain.

"Did they speak?"

"All, all," He grit his teeth as Eddie pushed the blade into its places, "Did."

"Do you know how many I have tortured?"

"Too many."

"Or just enough, depends on perspective," He began pushing on the blade with his left hand, "You kneecap with be ripped from your knee, slowly, but surely, and it will only hurt more and more, you can speak and I'll make this end."

"Argh, fuck, my knee, you cunt, if I didn't have these restraints."

"But you have them, so tell me where she is, or I'll make sure to break your legs one bone at a time and make sure that you spit it out at one point."

"Kill me now!"

"Nope, tell me, and then I'll kill you if you want," He continued pushing on the handle of the blade and it began cutting through the tissue over the knee, "How wonderful, you get to see what your bones look like."

"She is here."

"Really?"

"There is an underground part of this place, she is there."

"Why?"

"I had to pay back my debts to Big Nog, so I offered a girl, his men told me any, so I did, I did."

"Locked I assume, in a cage?"

"Yeah," He was defeated as the blade withdrew from his knee, "Code is 2142," Eddie drew his gun and then pressed it to the man's forehead, "End me."

"No, I'll wait, so I can make sure she is here," He put his gun back in his coat and looked around the house, "Entrance to the basement?"

"Fireplace, turn the coat of arms," Eddie rolled his eyes and did as he had told him and the fireplace began shifting aside, "She is down there."

He stood in a room with a black pane glass, he walked up to it and tapped it and he heard something inside of it move away from his tapping, "2142," He typed it in the keypad and a pane shifted forwards and then moved to the side, revealing a terrified girl, curled up, away from the door, "I am here to help you, Sarah, your parents sent me."

"Who are you?"

"Me? I am the Collector."

"The Collector?" Eddie nodded and reached out with his hand and pulled her to her feet, "How did you find me?"

"I got a little help, and I just do my job," He knelt down and let her climb onto his back, "Time to get you home."

"Did they really send you?"

"Yes, they did, Sarah."

He let her parents embrace Sarah as he stood near the door. He said nothing and looked at his watch, "I have to get going."

"I need to pay you."

"No, you don't, keep it, I don't need it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am sure, keep the money."

"Why?"

"Why? Because people change, I don't know what, but I don't need you to pay me, I already have what I need, you wouldn't add to it, so I don't need to take from you."

"Thank you."

"See y'all later, if you need my help, call me."

"I hope I will never need to call for you again."