Tomahawk by Erica Hale

Redskin shirts and hats.  Omega Phi Gamma frat pictures hung on every inch of the wall.  Photo albums stacked in the corner next to a ratty futon.  Shot glasses from every part of the country lined a book shelve.  This guy had a hard time letting go, the intruder thought.
    He wondered was there anything about his time in the White House still in here.  He decided that he would look at it after Vic and the team where dead.  Probably have Tonya show him around.  He smiled, closing the door behind him.  Then the house went silent.  He dare not take a peek over the banister to look, the blonde protested a kiss.  The poor agent struck out.  The agent spoke in a hushed voice; he put his hand on his weapon and held his breath.  He figured even if the agent had his gun loaded and ready, he still had a better shooting range above them.  The front door opened and closed.  They knew he was there.
                               
    "What the hell did you just say?!"  I was on my feet. Tonya gripped the collar of her robe in shock.  "Tonya, what did you say?!"
    One second I was out of mind from what Tonya had just said, the next I was on my toes.  “Stop!”  Drew said, his enormous fist bunching my collar.  “Don’t scream at her.”  He gave me a quick shake and let me down.  My head was spinning, Tomahawk. That’s what she said, right?  She couldn’t know that name.
    Tears filled the rim of her brown eyes.  “What?  What does it mean?”  Her voice was doing that high pitch thing. I hated the noise, and I hated the sound.  It was the sound of her distress and I couldn’t answer her.  Couldn’t give her any relief.
    “What else did he say to you after that?”  I turned to her looking over Drew’s shoulder who took up post between us.  “What did he say?!”  I shouted.
    “Take it easy.”  I felt Ryan creep up behind me.  For God’s sake he had no idea what that name meant either.  This was a nightmare.
    I shouted to her again.  “Tell me Tonya. Tell me now!”
    She stood pushing her way past the Drew.  “You want to know?  Well, Vic I’ll tell you.  He cut the ties off my ankles and told me to run. We were in the woods behind the school.”  Tonya’s voice rose and was shaking from anger.  “He let me get a few yards ahead, then he would catch me.  He did that a couple of times, until I knew that he wouldn’t let me go.  Then he asked who or what the Tomahawk was. I kept telling him that I didn’t know.  He shoved me back into his car on my stomach, took my panties off, and raped me from behind like a dog. Then he twisted my arm until it snapped. I’m sorry if I couldn’t hear what else he was saying between him grunting and coming in me.”  She bit at her bottom lip and put her hand on forehead. “I think I passed out because the next thing I remember, two joggers were looking down at me. One of them was kicking at my shoulder and a woman was saying that I was dead.  So there you have it.”  She put her arms out wide and looked at all of us in our faces. 
    Ryan and Drew moving past me closer to her.  Drew reached out to her.  “Don’t fucking touch me.  Stop treating me like a kid, I’m an adult and I don’t need your pity.  All I want is for you to catch this guy.”
    “We are going to do more than catch him. Tony I promise you that,”  Ryan spoke softly.
    Drew and I stood chest to chest.  “We need to talk.  Now.”  I followed him to the bedroom.  “So are you going to tell her?  She has a right to know.”
    “Tell her.”  I rubbed my hand over my face and felt the hard whiskers poking out of my face. 
    “At the moment, it wouldn’t really make a difference.  She already hates you for everything else.  Adding one more thing to the list won’t make a difference.”
    My whole team I believed hated me.  This was my fault. All morning I knew that all this was coming around in