Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (35 page)

“Where are the forts?” I asked, holding his leg back. I heard Reno tare open a condom.

“Call off your fucking rapist and I’ll tell you!” The legionnaire’s voice was shrill with panic.

“Fine, where are the forts?” I said holding my hand up, Reno stopped.

“North of Gosselin like I said, and we have a several surrounding Anvil and north of the Lakeview Plaza,” the man said, sweat was beading on his forehead. “Just kill me, okay? Before he does it, that’s all I ask. I know I’m fucking dead anyways, I’m not stupid.”

Hmm, the one north of Lakeview was new to me. I knew of the other ones. I would have to go scouting there, see what I could dig up. I didn’t like having to rely on the other sentries.

There was a scream, the scream only a guy who had just been forcibly penetrated could make. I cupped my hands over his mouth as he screamed again. Behind me Reno stifled a grunt. I held his leg back and looked ahead. Shifting myself further up his chest, if Reno so much as put a hand on me his jaw would be on the other side of the camp. He knew the rules.

Reno was as quiet as he could, though most of his sounds was drowned out by the muffled screaming of Charlie the legionary. He was close to my ear though, close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck, laboured and rhythmatic as he fucked him. I was past being weirded out by it. I was too pissed off at not finding the right legionary to care.

The grunts from Reno became louder, fast and furious. I looked down and found my eyes watching the soldiers.

Their eyes always seemed to bug out while they were being fucked. I don’t know if it was from pain, or just shell shock as to what was happening to them. At least they couldn’t see it happening. Though in my early years I sat behind their heads, on their arms so they had to watch. But the older I got the more I found myself not interested in watching it go down. It was starting to confuse Reno too much and it made it feel like a weird threesome though I never partook in any of it. Best not to confuse the dumb little fuck head, especially now since I had a boyfriend.

Reno sped up behind me. The legionnaire had stopped screaming and now he was just looking up at the grey night sky, disconnected. That happened a lot too. Though some just kept screaming all the way through until I killed them.

As my friend gave a string of muffled grunts, telling me he was close to finishing. I got my combat knife and slashed his throat with a single swift motion. I put a good amount of weight against it to make sure it was quick and it cut the right places.

A rush of blood sprayed from the gaping neck wound telling me I had hit my mark. I didn’t lean back. I let the hot liquid shoot onto my chest, that was my reward. That and watching the light fade from his eyes.

He died as Reno came, and during his last twitch I stepped off of him. Brushing my hands over the blood on my bullet proof vest, I looked at my red streaked palm. In spite of myself I leaned down and put my mouth against the gaping neck wound and drank some of the blood. Reno groaned as he saw it, he always got turned on by that.

As I sat back up, my friend cleaned himself off. He zipped up his pants with a satisfied sigh, and threw the condom into the fire. “I love my job.”

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, quickly slashing the others throats. If they didn’t drain, their meat would rot before the Aras scavengers got them. Greyson was already going to be pissed off at me killing the legionnaires, I didn’t want him to be pissed that I let good meat rot.

“Kill the fire?” Reno asked, he walked over to it and picked off a chunk of meat. He popped it into his mouth before spitting it out and blowing on it, burnt his mouth I presume.

“Just kick it a bit, I want to get home. The scavengers can deal with the rest,” I said with a shrug. I hated feeling like a failure. I was going to be going back to Killian empty handed. After that whole show of him being upset about me going. Sure we killed legionnaires but we could kill hundreds of them if we felt like it. The only thing I really achieved through all of this was getting Reno laid.

My friend must have sensed my foul mood because he was silent during the walk back to his house. Though he might have just been tired from fucking the legionary. Either way we made it back uneventful. The only exchange between the two of us was sharing a cigarette.

My mind was not only seething, but planning even more intricate deaths for Martin Peele and Jake Geist. The longer those assholes made me wait to kill them, the slower and more painful their demise would be. One thing was for sure though, I would end them.

It felt like I needed to kill them to be able to put Killian’s abduction behind me. Until I knew they were dead it was going to stalk the corners of my mind. I couldn’t feel like a good boyfriend until I could tell Killian I had murdered every single legionnaire that hurt him. It was my job to protect him. He was mine now.

My head went hot. My brain kept replaying the scenes over and over again. Finding his clothing, screaming in despair, killing the legionnaires and finding out Killian was alive. Getting shot with the rubber bullets, knocking out Greyson.

Seeing Killian, seeing him hooked up with the tubes down his split open mouth... seeing him alive.

It cycled to the point where I was finding myself obsessed. I knew at that point I needed to kill them for my own reasons, Killian’s fears of them coming after him were small compared to my inhuman thirst to taste their blood. To stop the cycling images of the worst couple days of my life. To bury it and go on with my life. To get my vengeance, to send a message to the legionnaires that anyone who fucked with my partner would have to deal with the Raven.

I didn’t like this feeling. I didn’t like how it seemed to control me. The only thing that had control over me was me. I had no urge to change that. Perhaps that was what was making me anxious and angry at this. The urge to exact vengeance was a powerful one, and I disliked the power it was giving its self. The sooner I got it over with, the sooner I could have complete control over myself again.

My stormy mood strengthened as Reno’s roof came into view. I was going to have to deal with a manic Killian, and having to tell him they weren’t the right soldiers. That wasn’t going to be fun. The kid was hard enough to handle when he was upset, and even more so when he was pissed off at me. I didn’t have the mental energy to deal with him at the moment. Not to mention my back was throbbing, and my stitched up ear as well. If he was nice he would let me get some drugs into me first before he started beating on me.

Reno opened the door and walked in, but as he disappeared into his house I froze.

Killian would have locked the door behind us...

I ran in and shot past Reno, I looked around, my heart beating in my chest.

The TV was shut off, but the Nintendo was still on. The drugs were still on the table... the couch empty.

“He’s gone!” I said panicked. I ran into Reno’s room in case he had passed out in his bed, but it was empty. I ran into the kitchen, swearing loudly.

“They came and got him... how the fuck did they... shit!” I cried, I turned to run out the door but Reno stopped me. He was holding a note in his hand.

“Calm your shit, Greyson got him an hour ago.” Reno glanced up, it looked like he wanted to laugh at my overreaction but he knew it would most likely cost him his life. He handed me the note, and I took it. I tried to dispel the adrenaline rushing through me. I looked down at the note feeling stupid.

Over heard the radio, got Killian, bringing him to your cave. GM

It was in Greyson’s writing. I crumpled it up and tossed it away. Wordlessly I went to the coffee table and spent the next three minutes inhaling a shit ton of drugs. Reno snickered behind me, and dropped a root beer down by my thigh. He patted my shoulder.

“You’ll be fine, Reav. We’ll find em, and when we do. I’ll fuck em and you’ll kill em. Just like we always do,” he said supportively.

I grunted in recognition and let the drugs hit me. My ear was starting to throb even more, hopefully I hadn’t gotten any legionnaire blood in it.

“Of course you’re happy,” I said silently. Reno let the house fall quiet as I let the warm, cozy, numbing feeling wash over me. I closed my eyes, starting to feel better.

“It had been awhile,” my friend said behind me, there was a crack as he opened his own root beer. “You know, nothing calms one down more than a blowjob. I wont tell Killian.”
I raised my middle finger at him, not even bothering to open my eyes. He laughed but didn’t press the offer further.

After a fifteen minute siesta I got up with a sigh, and gathered my things. “Tell Sheila it wasn’t them, but keep a better eye out. I want to find them before they’re dispatched elsewhere,” I said, my friend nodded. “And I’ll need you soon for our scavenging mission. Radio any supplies you might need before hand.”
Reno popped a peach ring into his mouth and handed me the bag. “I know the drill, babe. Don’t worry about it. Tell Killian it was nice having him. He’s a good kid when you get some powder in him.”

The corner of my mouth raised in a smile. “He’s alright, a bit neurotic but whatever. I’ll train him.”

The dark haired lookout returned my smile, though his held a certain level of amusement. “Yeah, you’re the one training him. Right.”
I let that one slide. With a few more back and forths I was on my way, making my way silently down the cliff face, seeing the fence below me as I scaled down the sharp grey rocks. Behind it the dim blue glows of the Dek’ko lamps, still lit in the darkness from the residence who hadn’t gotten to bed yet. I was half expecting to meet Killian and Greyson on the way down since I knew Killian would be slow, but I didn’t pass them.

With a shout out to Sadii at the gates I was inside Aras. I made a beeline for home. The streets were deserted now. Just the shadows of my fellow sentries on the wall that encased my block like a fort.

My foot steps were the only noise heading down the street. They always seemed louder under the cover of darkness. I didn’t know what time it was but I would guess it was well past midnight.

It was nice to be alone. I realized this would be the only time to myself tonight. Just shook off Reno and now I would be in my house with Killian. I did miss my me time a bit, though I was looking forward to seeing the kid.

Mentioning the kid in my mind made me look to my left, I was walking right past the road leading to Killian’s house. It was dark, lifeless and empty. I didn’t know if he would ever go back there, a part of me hoped he wouldn’t. I made a vow to him and myself to take care of him, so I suppose it meant he lived with me now. Him and that fat ass cat of his. Maybe I should think of reinforcing the whole house so we could have more room. Get him a room of his own so I didn’t have to keep sleeping on my couch cushions.

Strange, this would be the first time I would ever come home to someone. Hopefully to a warm house and some more drugs. I could hear my generator in the distance so I knew it would at least be warm, I don’t think the kid knew how to prepare drugs properly yet.

As I opened the hatch and slid into my house. I saw the small waif that was my boyfriend sitting in one of my chairs in front of the TV. He was holding a cup of tea and had a blanket over him. He looked up at me, his eyes red.

As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened. “You’re hurt?” His voice was thick, he put the tea down and jumped to his feet.

I gave him a confused look before I looked down, remembering the geyser of blood that had gushed on me from the soldier boy. “It’s not mine.” I said as he put his arms around me. I sighed and hugged him back, hearing him sniff.

“It... it wasn’t them...” I said slowly, might as well get it out of the way.

The boy pulled away, his expression didn’t change. “Forget about them...”
I shook my head, his face fell. He didn’t say anything after that, he just hugged me again, smearing the still wet blood all over his shirt. Maybe he knew it was no use. I closed my eyes, and as I felt his warm body against my cold one. I reminded myself just what I was willing to give to touch him. That just a few days ago I thought I would never have the chance again. As much as it scared him, it was something I had to do. I think tonight he finally understood that.

“Come to bed, you’re tired.” He pulled away and turned from me, before grabbing a blanket and walking towards my bedroom. His shoulders were slumped, he looked defeated.

I watched as he disappeared into the room, after him the cat followed, his tail in the air. I wanted to tell Killian how it went, what I did. Well minus what Reno did. I wanted to tell him I killed four more for him, but I didn’t speak. I knew he didn’t give a shit at that moment. He had probably worried himself to the point of burn out. At least he wasn’t wailing.

I just turned the generator off, laid on my cushions and pulled my blanket over me.

I could feel his eyes on me, if I looked I knew I would see him. I kept my eyes closed, and let the high feeling come over me again. The aches in my body were dull, and my mind was calming down. Without another word, safe in my cave. I fell asleep.

Chapter 18

Reaver

Killian woke up screaming again, so I got up and laid down beside him. I was half expecting this to happen though wished it wouldn’t. He half woke up in a lucid state and said some gibberish to me, mostly about maggots being in the bed again, before falling asleep with his head beside mine. I rested my chin on his head and gave him a pat on the arm before shifting my body away from his.

I got to sleep for another couple hours and woke up after clocking in a little under five. I opened myself up a can of corn bosen and ate it with a fork on the couch. Throwing the cat a few pieces here or there which he ate happily. It didn’t take much to make that asshole’s day.

After eating I made myself some Dek’ko brand coffee and sat down to some drugs. Dilaudids sounded good today. I ground them up and divided them into neat little lines then settled down with a my M16 and a clean rag. My faithful rifle had had a lot of use over the past several days and the last thing I needed was the thing jamming up when I was out scavenging.