Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (105 page)

I fixed my eyes on the road, and with every stealth technique I could think of I quietly snuck up towards Asher’s house. The darkness, and my luckily dark clothing blending me in with the bleak grey world around me.

The glow of the house was bright, it blinded my adjusting eyes every time I gave the windows more than a fleeting glance, but it illuminated the inside like I was watching a TV screen. It had a hidden gift too, the brighter it was inside the less they would be able to see of me outside.

I looked around as I heard them murmuring in the living room. A kitchen window was open and there was a cracked living room window open too, to catch their cigarette and quil smoke.

I ducked down and quietly walked around the house until I found a place I was satisfied with. There was a tree  I could climb and I would have a brilliant view of the kitchen and further on the living room.

I crawled it with pre-determined, careful steps and made myself comfortable.

No being afraid, you had to do this Killian, for Reaver. He would do the same for me.

Actually he would have never even got it to this point. He would have been smart enough to find a way to get Asher away from me.

Oh gosh... my heart dropped. My mind trailed to the skull I was holding. Reaver had seen my heart soften for Perish, he had warned me, he had been hurt that I had enjoyed some of my time with Perish. But what had he done in the end? His sleep deprivation had driven him mad, but he would have killed Perish if he got a hold of him.

I couldn’t kill Asher though... Reaver would never forgive me.

I held my breath as I started to hear light talking.

“I’m sorry, man, but it just... it’s how it has to be.” I heard Reaver’s voice. “You can call it what you want, but it’s what’s going to happen now. No more drinking nights.”

My throat tightened and the steel around my heart that had formed during Reaver’s drunken ramblings weakened immediately.

“Not even one drink? One drink wont kill you...” I became a statue as Asher walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry man, and no more MDMA either. I fought badly with Killian last night... I am really just here to see if he had come to talk to you... I should be going.”

Asher disappeared into his bedroom, but I had a partial view of that too.

I watched the raticater lift up something, a metal crate. I was curious to see it was the crate that he had hidden in the plaza. Owen and Greyson had brought it back a few days after the raver incident.

My eyes narrowed, he was bringing out pain killers. Trying to soften up my boyfriend that way? The air around me seemed to get colder, I hugged the skull closer to me.

“Why don’t you just have some dilaudids before you leave? This is Skyfall stuff, higher potency than the ancient shit you’ve dug up.”

I could see him setting things aside in the cache, papers, small electronic devices. I was shocked to see one of them had a screen. It looked like an ancient cell phone but none of those worked anymore even if you could get them on.

“I could use the energy, fuck that molly you gave me... it didn’t mix with the liquor.” I glanced over and saw Reaver rubbing his head through the kitchen window. He was sitting on the couch but he was keeled over with his elbow on his knees. “I was a wreck last night, I barely remember anything. How about you?”

Asher took out two baggies from his cache, and put the contents he had taken out back into the case. I wanted to see more but the lid was blocking my view inside the trunk. He closed the box and dumped one bag into the other. He shook it and went back into the living room.

“Here, take some of that, you’ll feel better,” Asher said cheerfully, he dumped the contents onto the coffee table and handed Reaver a plastic card. “That’s been saving me all day. I feel like shit too.” What a fucking liar, he looked fine. “It’s brought me back to normal.”

“Good, give it here,” Reaver sighed, he sounded really upset. “Look Ash, I love hanging out with you... but for the next couple days I’m going to be hiding out and just spending time with Killian. He’s been acting fucking neurotic and paranoid and ignoring that this is bothering him isn’t working.”

Reaver bent forward and did a line of drugs in each nostril. He rubbed his nose.

Asher’s arms crossed. “I was going to head out for my second cache in the next day or two anyways. That’ll give you lots of time to kiss up.”

Reaver gave him a nod. “Who are you taking with you?” He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back.

“No one, like you I wouldn’t mind some alone time.” Asher took the sniffer from him and did a couple lines too. “I’ll be gone for a week. There is a settlement in that town with a few people who owe me money I need to visit.”

Please don’t go with him Reaver... please don’t volunteer.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take Reno, Greyson or something?” Reaver wiped his nose again, his eyes started to get a bit glassy. Odd, his eyes never got glassy when he was doing his dilaudids. If anything they got more aware and more focused. I watched him more.

“Nah, I like being alone.”

I sighed with relief, but my eyes never left Reaver’s face. I watched him blink slowly and deliberately. Before his head slumped forward.

I watched as Asher knelt down in front of him. Smooth strides like what was going on with my boyfriend was nothing to be alarmed about. On the contrary he knelt in front of him like it was what he had been expecting.

Asher lightly put his hand on Reaver’s chin and lifted him up.

To my horror his eyes looked like they were staring off into space. Asher shook his chin, and slowly his black eyes found his.

“Where is that little shit?” Asher’s voice dropped, I craned my head and tried to force my hearing. “Did you show him the skull?”

The pain in my stomach started to gnaw my insides like a thousand serrated teeth. I watched my boyfriend nod, a string of drool started to drip down his mouth.

My mouth went dry, and suddenly it made sense.

Asher patted his cheek and rose. He walked to the kitchen out of view of Reaver and got something out of his drawer. It was tweezers.

Asher tilted his head back, and brought the tweezers up to his nose.

I watched him slide the metal prongs into his nostril and pull out a piece of cotton, before doing the same to his other nostril. He flicked the cotton into the sink and scrunched his nose.

He was drugging Reaver.

With the two small pieces of powder caked cotton in the sink. Asher walked into the living room. My mind was an explosion of anger, fear and understanding. This hadn’t been Reaver being drunk, Reaver hadn’t turned into an abusive boyfriend. Asher had been spiking his drugs and his drinks.

But why?

The bile rose in my throat, as the question was answered for me.

Reaver mumbled something, his eyes were staring at the jip rock walls, unfocused and dazed. A string of saliva running down his mouth, now leaving a thin wet line all the way to his collar bone. His movements were sluggish, un-coordinated and slow.

Frozen in place, I watched Asher straddle him, he ran his hands up my boyfriend’s shirt before he took it off.

I could hear Reaver moan as he caressed his chest, a moan he had only made when we were being intimate. He sounded like he was in ecstasy, but his eyes stared off into space.

The alarm bells deafened my ears, but I still couldn’t move. The only movements I could manage was making sure I didn’t stop breathing. The adrenaline I felt sweeping through me kept sucking away my breath as quickly as it came.

Asher looked down, I saw a smirk. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, but from the area I could have a good guess.

The auburn haired whore said something to Reaver, and I watched as Reaver put his own hands up and started running them down Asher’s chest and stomach. Before leaning forward and kissing him.

I knew he was drugged, but it still wrenched my heart out. They kissed deeply, I could see their mouths open and taking in each other. It was a passionate kiss, a sexual kiss. Why couldn’t I have slipped the voice recorder into that living room?

Then my breaking point. I saw as Asher sunk down to his knees, and with a single command Reaver spread his legs apart. He watched with glazed eyes as Asher reached in and pulled his dick out. It was rock hard.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped down off of the tree. I didn’t care if it was stupid, I couldn’t watch this happen to him.

“Asher? Is Reaver there?” I called loudly, I pressed my back up against the trunk of the tree.

Asher jumped a mile high, his eyes were wide like saucers. I watched with a sickening sense of satisfaction as he tucked Reaver’s cock back into his pants and looked around his face twisted in anger.

I was about to make my way to the door, to bring my boyfriend home. When I heard a whisper from Asher that made every single cell in my body fill turn to ice.

“Rape him.”

I turned and I ran.

I didn’t even feel my boots hit the pavement as I raced down his winding driveway to the cracked paved road. My legs were weightless, if I was a bit crazier I might have just tried to fly.

My heart jumped into my throat as I heard Asher’s door swing open, slamming its self up against the side of the door with a loud bang that echoed through the abandoned houses around me.

There was nothing stopping me from being attacked by Reaver now, nothing but my own adrenaline and my own fear. If Reaver could get hard, if Reaver could respond that way to Asher’s commands I knew I was in for it. I had to get the fuck away from him and fast.

My eyes scanned every direction, at the same time I felt my teeth grind together. I was running as quickly as I could but where the hell was I running to? My mind just told me I had to escape him. I had to find somewhere to hide but where? He was a genetically enhanced mutant who was probably fucking
created
to hunt kids like me.

God dammit what was I going to do...

I weaved past the rusted cars, and jumped over a wire snared utility pole, the sobs bubbling to my mouth with every laboured breath. The moon was out, but I could never see as well as Reaver.

I did a last second turn and found myself on a rough road, slabs of pavement sticking up like ice burgs leaving the vehicles a cluttered mess of skeletons jammed one up against the other like half shuffled cards.

I could hide here... I heard my boots skid against the dirt as I weaved into an old yard and behind a van.

I pressed my back up against the side door and tried to slow the burning breaths that were ripping apart my lungs. My temples were throbbing, every time I tried to listen for Reaver all I could hear was my pulse hammering inside my brain.

I held my chest and closed my eyes trying to gather myself. Trying to figure out what I was suppose to do.

Let him rape me? He was my boyfriend, I had already had sex with him, would it be that bad? I shook the thought from my racing mind. It wasn’t Reaver, that wasn’t Reaver it was a monster. Reaver was drugged, he was being controlled... that wasn’t.

Click... click... click.

I could hear the silent steps of his boots against the pavement. Slow and methodical, he wasn’t even running. He was making that noise deliberately, Reaver could be a ghost if he needed to be. Or was he too drugged now?

I could hear the dirt shift underneath his steps now, he was getting closer. My heart hammered, could he hear it? Was his senses still muddled? Fuck I didn’t know, I didn’t know what to do. The tears ran down my cheeks as I heard him walk on the pavement, near where I was hiding.

“Here Killi, Killi, Killi.”

I swallowed a cry, and pressed my body up against the van. I heard his hollow, echoing footsteps. His feet were scraping up against the pavement, he was deliberately making noise to scare me.

I could hear his breathing, it was garbled with the saliva that kept running down his mouth. He wasn’t at his peak, the drugs made him sloppy... but could I out run him?

“Where is my beautiful?” Reaver said in a raspy whisper, I tried to swallow the scream that was crawling up my throat to my mouth. “My little pretty kitty?
Ubi es, amor meus?
”

My flight or fight kicked in, and I knew better than to fight Reaver, even under Asher’s orders and drugged up he could still out match me. As I heard his finger nails scrape up against the van I was hiding behind I made a break for it.

“Ah hah! You can’t run little cat, come here, don’t make this into a game!” Reaver’s voice was high manic growl, he sounded completely insane. As I weaved around the puzzle pieced cars I could hear him start to chase me.

I started cutting through houses, trying to jump over concrete blocks and half fallen fences, trying to make him fall or lose my position, but still he persisted.

As I felt my energy drain, I saw something familiar, my old house. I realized in that fleeting moment I had absentmindedly been running to Reaver’s the whole time.

What good would that do? I made the mistake of looking behind me.

Reaver’s mouth was split open in a grin, it didn’t suit his stoic, austere face. He was running towards me in a way that reminded me of a raver. Partially hunched over, fists clenched, and eyes fixed forward on a prey they would never let escape.

His face was that of a person I had never met. His eyes were glassy, but bright in the darkness, his pants bulging in anticipation for the rape he had been commanded to do. Was Reaver in there somewhere? No... this wasn’t a movie, this wasn’t a TV show where in the last moment, before he rips his way into me he gains control of his mind. This was reality and the moment he got me I knew he wouldn’t stop until he did what his master had commanded of him.

I had to stop him... I had to do something, I knew I was too far away to get to Leo and Greyson’s. Reaver had the radio, I couldn’t call Reno. I sobbed and ran towards his basement. I was on my own.

If he was going to rape me, I wanted it to be in our house. He can rape me in the bedroom we shared, in the bed we first made love in.

I shut my eyes tight, stifling another sob. I reached into my pocket and turned on the voice recorder. This would be my only proof... tomorrow I would make him listen to what he had done to me. What my beautiful, caring boyfriend had been commanded to do. It was my own solace as I was being hunted like a rat.