Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (108 page)

There were so many pills on the floor. I wanted to take one, even though I didn’t know what they would do. More likely painkillers, I recognised a few of them. I should just swallow a bunch now and kill myself. There was enough here to kill me.

There was a shuddered gasp, I heard him murmur Reaver’s name. I drove it all the way out, and pushed it forcefully back in. In his fantasies I knew Reaver fucked him hard. My boyfriend always gave off that air to him, even before he confirmed it to me during our rougher sessions. He groaned again and swore, so I did it again.

I picked up a pill and swallowed it, my mind flirting with the idea to pick up more. Would this be the only way? My life was over now anyways. I had got myself into a situation I could never win from. I was nothing but a Skylander’s fucking pet now.

I looked at him, eyes half open and glassy as he spread his legs farther a part for me. I saw the flesh coloured dildo slip in and out of his tight little Skylander ass. Perfect in every way like all elites were. If I knew I could get away with it, I would have killed him but I knew I could never get the jump on him. He was too fast, too smart and I was slow, stupid and defeated.

I wiped my own tears away and picked up another pill.

“Lick me,” Asher moaned.

I glanced down at the pill and then to the dildo pushing in and out of his ass. I got an idea... a horrible idea, or a brilliant one. I didn’t know... fuck I didn’t know, what would the consequences be?

I had to take that chance, I had to escape from here. That’s all my mind was letting me feel.

My tongue traced against the dildo, running along the taut area that gripped it. With my eyes on his face, I withdrew the dildo and spat a pill into his hole, before I pushed the rubber phallus back in.

Asher groaned, his glassy lust filled eyes still fixed against the wall. I did it again. I got to a dozen before he moved. I dropped the last pill onto the floor and shifted away from him.

“I bet your asshole is just twitching to be fucked isn’t it?”

“No,” I whimpered, I put my mouth to his cock to distract him but he pushed me away. “Bend over, on the floor.” I felt him take the dildo away from my grasp.

I turned around and did what he asked, I crossed my arms in front of me and buried my face into them. Feeling disgusted and exposed as I waited for him to sodomize me.

It hurt more then I could imagine.

He plunged it in without care, all the way inside of me. I screamed and collapsed onto the floor and tried to get away from him.

I heard him laugh, then another hard thrust. I kept trying to get away until he had my face in the corner.

“Scream louder,” Asher taunted, I slipped down so I was on my side, I lifted my leg up to try and lessen the pain but it did little to help. With each rough push I felt my insides rip and tare.

I screamed, not by command but from the pain. I wished someone could hear me, anyone. I didn’t care who, just find me, kill him. Kill him, fuck when would those pills kick in?

“I would think you would be used to being fucked this hard,” Asher continued to taunt me. He pressed my leg backwards and gave the dildo another hard shove, before he started rapidly fucking me with it.

I choked on vomit mid scream. I started to cough and gag pieces of puke but he didn’t stop. Stars and bright lights swept my vision with each vicious pound, I thought he was going to rip me in two.

I blinked away a tear. “Why don’t you just fuck me yourself?”

I heard him chuckle. “I would, but if I did you would fall in love with me. Then all the fun would be gone.” He withdrew the dildo, I felt his tongue lick some of the blood from my ass.

Blood... just like with Perish, it’s always about the blood.

I heard a slam as he threw the dildo across the room, it land behind his dresser. His mouth went back to my hole as he eagerly licked the blood seeping from it. I shuddered and hated the twinge I started to get from my groin.

“Get up.” I didn’t look down, but the wet I could feel told me I was bleeding a lot.

“Finish me off.” Asher sat on the edge of the bed again. He positioned his cock near my lips. I whimpered, my hand feeling the wetness between my legs. I was too defeated to argue, without hesitation I accepted it. I didn’t care what happened, I was a whore now. A cheating whore to a Skylander. I couldn’t take it back now.

I looked at him again like I knew he wanted, my mouth moving up and down on his dick. I put my hand on the shaft as well and started stroking him off in rhythm.

I think out of everything he had made me do to him, the most disgusting was making me accept his cum. He firmly held his hand to the back of my head as it flowed into my mouth in thick spurts. Even when I choked he held firm, and didn’t withdraw until every gob of liquid was swallowed.

When he rose from the bed, I just cried. I folded my arms over the bed and buried my face into them and sobbed.

I felt his hands on my shoulders after a few moments. “Get up, I want to show you something.”
“Haven’t you done enough?” I said to him. He pulled me to my feet and gave me my jacket and pants.

Asher didn’t answer, I saw that he had his clothes back on. I scrambled into my own clothes and followed him into the night.

He walked ahead of me, I wondered why he wasn’t afraid I would run. Perhaps he knew he could catch up to me. Or maybe he knew I was too beaten down now to even try. We started cutting across his house, as he did I saw him pick up the blue bag with Perish’s head in it.

“What are you doing?” I whimpered, Asher looked into the bag and grimaced. He closed it tightly and swung it back and forth as he walked.

“We’re going to your cemetery, cicaro,” Asher said in a light voice. “I have something I have just been dying to show you.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I pulled my jacket tighter. “I know what a cicaro is and I’m not one… who are you, Skylander?”

“A friend.” Asher turned, the smile on his lips wide and taunting. It matched his face perfectly, like he had been making that face all his life.

He waited for me to catch up to him, I was limping badly. “You’re not even scared anymore. Did you cum out all your fears?”

I shook my head, it was because I was waiting for him to drop dead. “You wont kill me, it would be too easy for you. I know you wont  hurt Reaver either.” I looked at him, and wiped a stream of blood that had fallen from one of my forehead wounds. “If you hate me because Perish loved me, why do you want Reaver so bad? To hurt me?”

Asher chuckled, I felt his hand on my back. He pulled me close to him “Oh Killian, this is your problem. You still think you’re smart, don’t you? I am about to blow your little mind.”

We were walking side by side, I felt oddly calm now. Like when you’ve cut the someone’s throat and you’re just waiting for them to stop twitching. “What are you showing me?”

He didn’t answer, but his bright eyes rivaled the stars.

We cut across the debris, both of us climbing quickly over the collapsed houses, the mounds of refuse looking like their own heaping graves in the shadowed dark. The moon was my only saving grace tonight, a small beacon of light in a world that was becoming permanent midnight. We didn’t all have Reaver’s night vision, but in my light clothing and my anticipation I made better due than usual.

The stars were bright and consuming in the sky, when we both descended to the half broken house below us. The milky way splashing stars all in all directions, the big dipper gathering them up with each slow rotation of the earth. What a beautiful night, what a beautiful moon. Shining down on a world I knew would never be the same.

“You’re so fucking gullible.” I heard him whisper.

My gaze turned from the sky, and I walked through the living room to the half torn down wall. I stepped into the clearing, silver and brighter than I had ever seen it at night. A sweeping, flat oasis in the rubble, ominous and haunting like the last scene out of a horror movie.

Hello Mom, Dad, Perish... hello cats.

“So... fucking... gullible.”

My heart jumped into my throat as I saw him take a shaky step towards Perish’s tombstone. I could see his legs ebbing and wobbling, until they finally gave out from under him. He fell to his knees, and tried to get up.

Asher made it to a stack of siding behind Perish’s half open grave, and turned around to lean against it. I watched as his eyes fixed on the back of the tombstone, glassy and confused.

He leaned down to pick up Perish’s skull from the plastic bag. He looked down at it, and I saw the faint whispers of his cocky smirk. Now hidden in the dazed, hollow eyes, and the trickle of blood running unnoticed down his nose.

I took a step towards him and watched him struggle to upright himself. The skull rolled off of his palm and landed on the dirt with a thunk. Forgotten and cold, beside the body it had been stolen from.

I picked up the skull with my hands, and glanced at it before my eyes raised to his. “What did you want to show me?”

The scraping of the compacted dirt, as he tried to right himself echoed around my enclosed graveyard. I watched with sober eyes as struggled to balance himself. The drugs I had pushed inside of him destroying his motor skills with every passing moment.

The Skylander took a few steps forward towards me.

He almost fell into my arms, instead he used me to support himself. I tensed my body and braced to hold him, as he tried to remain standing.
“A body reveals its most shocking of secrets, after the last breath is drawn,” he whispered, before I let him collapsed to his knees.

I stepped away as he keeled over and threw up, though nothing came out. He struggled to raise his head and as I did I heard the raspy desperate gasps of breath.

“Very clever... cicaro. How did you do it?”

I grabbed the bag that had had Perish’s skull in it and flicked it open.

“You’re not as smart as you think,” I whispered.

In a flash I had the bag over his head. As his hands reached up to claw it away, I held them down and twisted the excess of the bag tighter and tighter. Wrenching his head back to the point where I though his vertebrae would snap.

His hands grabbed mine but he was too weak. I watched the bag retract against his face, so tight I could see the imprints of his nostrils and the hollow opening of a soundless scream. It encased his face like a mask, his death mask, a totem he could carry with him to the afterlife.

You might be the best at your game Asher. You might be the god of all the games you decide to play, but I had something none of your players ever had. Awareness. And what is the one way you can stop playing a game?

Turn off the fucking system.

Asher Fallon contorted himself and tried to twist his mouth away from my hands, but I held him firm. Staring up at the beautiful midnight above me I steeled myself to remain my balance.

I could feel his life slipping away, slower than Perish’s had been. Perish’s I had wanted quick, Asher on the other hand? The satisfaction of being able to feel his life slip from his body was more intoxicating then any drug or any amount of sex. I could feel it in my hands, my mouth, my body. I could feel it in my soul. In every way I could I was watching him die.

I felt the last desperate jolt, the last wheezing gasp for breath. By now the bag was partially down his throat. He had died inhaling the smell Perish’s rotting skull. How fitting.

I dropped his corpse beside Perish’s half open grave, and stared at it. My mind numb and my body to a point of exhaustion I had never experienced before.

My conscience screamed at me:
What have you done!?
But my brain had never felt so satisfied. I took the bag away from his face and saw his lifeless, blood shot eyes staring off into nothing. His mouth open wide in a death scream.

I picked up my shovel, and dove it into the ground.

Chapter 45

Killian

There was dirt caked in my finger nails, and in my hands. Not grey ash, but putrid, wet soil, from where I had left him.

I buried him, on top of Perish. I had buried him deep.

The stench of the soil made the air thick and stifling, its brown colouring darkened with the lines of my palms and any wrinkle that creased my once white skin.

Brown... a bit of red. From where I had brushed my hand over my backside. The blood soaked through my cloth pants and up my stomach and side. Caked all throughout me, in my pubic hair, in my belly button, in every crevice it seeped and dried.

My jacket... I had taken it off when the heat of my expended energy brought my body to boiling. Or maybe it was my body’s desperate attempt to warm me as it slowly shut its self down.

I was dressed in practically nothing now. Just my cloth pants and my boots. The cold autumn air stung my skin and the marks on my body, I could feel the dried blood crack and shift with my movements.

But I was walking...

I looked down and saw my dirt caked boots, scraping along the dark grey pavement. It was light out now. Yes I was still walking. At least I was still walking.

No... I saw my boots drag themselves against the ground, scraping, grinding, struggling. I reduced my speed to smaller steps. I think I might lay down soon, I was cold.

Where was I going? I had no answer for myself, I looked around but every street looked the same. Corpses of cars, beaten to a rusted brown or a dull grey from the dying planet. Abandoned houses, no chance to be overgrown from the withering trees and the tuffs of dry grass. Nature was dead, she no longer grew to reclaim a planet that had once been all hers. Now we sat on a dusted mass waiting for time to take the rest of us.

What a horrible existence.

Another step, I felt a sharp pain which I tried to ignore. The blood was starting to dry and every step unstuck it from my backside. Breaking through the blood that had caked in it. Or maybe the tares inside of me were opening back up. I didn’t know.

I had committed murder, but had I been raped? I wasn’t good enough to receive his dick, I had been fucked mercilessly with his dildo. I was a whore but not a good enough whore. Did it still count though? What silly things to think of.