what happens to liars
Decided to try writeordie because I really need to write more then I do. Gave myself ten minutes, and... this happened.
Warnings for some... uh... violent imagery and Two-Face being insane, I guess.
There are some days their lies hit you like a punch between the teeth.
It's your one policy. You get a lot of riffraff and bad behavior and bad workers. As long as they get the job done in the time limit you give, you don't really care what they do the rest of the time. Just don't ever lie. Not ever. Liars are the worst sorts of people you tell them.
But sometimes they do it anyway. Usually little white lies, like those are somehow more forgivable then the ones that end the world. They aren't. You smack the liar unconscious and remind everyone watching about the one rule. And they nod like they understand. When the liar wakes up you tell him he has a black mark on his record now. Twice more and he will be shot and dumped in a ditch.
And then of course you have the entire group's support because they understand that if one of them gets dead, there will be another joining them. You kill in twos. It's important that the balance is kept.
But then, sometimes, you have the ones who don't tell little white lies. They tell huge fantastic grandiose lies. Right to your face. And most of the time you know when that happens, can see it in their eyes. Most of your men are not good liars. Very often you make sure of that before you pick them up. In the face of lies like that, you grab them, hold them down. Flip the coin on them.
There is always a moment when they appear terrified right down to their cores.
Very often they die. You kill them and hang their bodies in the middle of the room until they bleed out because then everyone sees and learns. That's the most important part. They must learn before they can be good enough for your work.
Every now and then though, you find one who can lie. Who can look you in the eye and tell you something so completely untrue that when you find it out it makes your skin crawl. You always do find out, too. There was a stretch of time when you had a whole line of good liars, one right after the other, like they had challenged each other to see how long they could last. You found them all. Killed them all until your front room looked more like a butcher's meat cabinet then the place of respectable businessmen.
Those are the best examples, much as you hate them. You can really prove your point when you have such blatant lies as justification. You have made your men afraid on merely the sound of their comrade's screams transferred through a long metal pipe between rooms. You have learned to keep them alive for days, in such a way that their voice doesn't get rubbed raw until just before they die, and the looks they give you when you finally drag the body out almost makes up for that first gut punch moment of pain when you realize how cruel and corrupt the world is again. That liars get away with so much and there is so little you can do to stop it.
One body at a time. One group of henchmen and thugs. They learn slowly, but surely and for now that is good enough, even if you wish you could never feel that fire sting of knowing ever again.
Warnings for some... uh... violent imagery and Two-Face being insane, I guess.
There are some days their lies hit you like a punch between the teeth.
It's your one policy. You get a lot of riffraff and bad behavior and bad workers. As long as they get the job done in the time limit you give, you don't really care what they do the rest of the time. Just don't ever lie. Not ever. Liars are the worst sorts of people you tell them.
But sometimes they do it anyway. Usually little white lies, like those are somehow more forgivable then the ones that end the world. They aren't. You smack the liar unconscious and remind everyone watching about the one rule. And they nod like they understand. When the liar wakes up you tell him he has a black mark on his record now. Twice more and he will be shot and dumped in a ditch.
And then of course you have the entire group's support because they understand that if one of them gets dead, there will be another joining them. You kill in twos. It's important that the balance is kept.
But then, sometimes, you have the ones who don't tell little white lies. They tell huge fantastic grandiose lies. Right to your face. And most of the time you know when that happens, can see it in their eyes. Most of your men are not good liars. Very often you make sure of that before you pick them up. In the face of lies like that, you grab them, hold them down. Flip the coin on them.
There is always a moment when they appear terrified right down to their cores.
Very often they die. You kill them and hang their bodies in the middle of the room until they bleed out because then everyone sees and learns. That's the most important part. They must learn before they can be good enough for your work.
Every now and then though, you find one who can lie. Who can look you in the eye and tell you something so completely untrue that when you find it out it makes your skin crawl. You always do find out, too. There was a stretch of time when you had a whole line of good liars, one right after the other, like they had challenged each other to see how long they could last. You found them all. Killed them all until your front room looked more like a butcher's meat cabinet then the place of respectable businessmen.
Those are the best examples, much as you hate them. You can really prove your point when you have such blatant lies as justification. You have made your men afraid on merely the sound of their comrade's screams transferred through a long metal pipe between rooms. You have learned to keep them alive for days, in such a way that their voice doesn't get rubbed raw until just before they die, and the looks they give you when you finally drag the body out almost makes up for that first gut punch moment of pain when you realize how cruel and corrupt the world is again. That liars get away with so much and there is so little you can do to stop it.
One body at a time. One group of henchmen and thugs. They learn slowly, but surely and for now that is good enough, even if you wish you could never feel that fire sting of knowing ever again.