Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (51 page)

I ran in, I wanted to dive into his arms but Perish was right behind me.

He was sitting on the only chair in the room staring at the surveillance screens. He looked up when he saw me. One of his eyes was almost swelled shut, and he had gashes in his cheek and I could see dried blood in his hair. I bit my lip, I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but that fucking scientist was right behind me. My poor Reaver, I was his doctor I wanted to help him. I would do everything I needed to do to get that collar off of his neck.

Reaver stared at me, he looked horrible, he didn’t see anything but anger in his eyes.

“Want to watch a movie?” I said.

Reaver gave a nod and got up. Perish unlatched the chain that secured him to the wall and walked him outside. The chains on his feet and legs were far enough apart that he could walk. The scientist walked in front of us, I managed to take his hand for a moment and squeeze it. He squeezed back.

Reaver got his own seat and Perish and I got the couch. He threw the blanket over us and put on a movie called Groundhog Day, it was a funny one.

Chapter 22

Reaver

I almost never took my eyes off of the screens. I watched every single feed in the underground lab, nothing got past me. I could watch many at once, the scientists comings and his goings, and Killian's. I watched Killian whenever the feed picked him up. I knew his body language and I knew he was scared, but there was no time for fear now.

Any fear or apprehension I had in this place had gotten beaten out of me. Care of the hands of King Silas’s whore Perish. My morals and stubbornness for not letting Killian do what he had to do was gone, now I just wanted him to get this collar out from under my chin; and the chains. It reminded me every second that I was a prisoner. No matter how good the food, how warm and lit the room, I unlike Killian was in constant thought that at any moment he could kill us.

Or me... he liked Killian, I had to get Killian out of here, so I could have the doctor to myself. Killian was a liability, a risk... but once he was above us. Perish would be mine.

Sometimes I would lose hours fantasizing about what I would do to him. Every hand on my boy’s side, every smile, every touch, a new string of fates for Perish Dekker would come to my mind.

I had seen his spliced abominations, I had seen the deacon human. I would entertain my mind with him getting disembowelled, eaten alive, even raped by the beast he had created. Or eaten by the pig human, with its dense, flat little teeth. Killian hadn’t seen him with them but I had. He made the weak ones fight, he tormented them, kicked and beat them. I had seen him beat and kick the little dog babies the first day he had me. Their animal screams excited him. He got off making weaker things submit to him, it was the only way he could feel power. It made sense when Killian told me he was a royal bitch of King Silas. He had been raped, beaten and made to submit his entire life. This was the by-product of morbid and horrific abuse.

It almost made what I was going to do with him even better. Because when I fucked him with my combat knife, I wasn’t going to stop until he was dead. He would die how he lived, a worthless piece of meat only created to entertain those better than him.

Rape by combat knife... I would save that one. Though I was really liking the idea skinning the flesh off of his dick and making him eat it raw. That had come to me when he disappeared into his bedroom with my boyfriend. If Killian told me he touched him, I would either rape him until I split him in half or let my boyfriend.

My boyfriend...

I hope you knew to be safe Killian. I was only trusting you with getting the detonator and the keys because I didn’t have a choice. You were our only shot, fuck knows I was useless right now. He had my balls in a vice, and the only thing that could be used to control me... the blond boy.

I could feel my mind mentally breaking me down when I saw him emerge from the apartment we had sheltered in. Perish had made me watch, he had chained me to this room just so he could watch me watch Killian. He had such a sick fun in it, he laughed, jumped up and down and did the rubbing his hands thing. I could see him revealing and the emotional pain he thought he was inflicting on me. Until I told him he was just my friend, that I was his bodyguard in a way because he was weak.

The sick satisfaction drained, and then... oddly, the compliments to my very beautiful boyfriend. I saw my chance and pointed out my favourite features. His eyes, his jaw bone, his golden hair. Perish agreed and I realized I had a gay boy on my hands.

When Killian took a violent turn towards masochism, I made him a deal. He saves Killian and brings him here, I’ll hook him up. Fucking pervert scientist agreed with a boner in his pants and took off, my fucking gun in toe.

My fucking gun...

I watched Killian sitting with him in the garden, chatting away with him, holding his fucking hand kissing his lips. I didn’t know why until he told me I could come in for their little movie date. He had traded a kiss for my freedom. I watched, I didn’t look away like I did when he decided to rub one out with his ear pressed against the door. I just imagined a new way I would kill him, I had many plans for Perish now. Every touch, every peck on the cheek, anything he does, I will repay it in ten, with a combat knife dildo and a deacon human.

When I spotted him during my patrol, I thought he was well... retarded. They left him behind to feed the radanimals or something. I didn’t know. I didn’t take him serious. His blue eyes kept jerking in different directions and his mannerisms were odd. I being the cocky fuck I was didn’t see him as a threat at all, quite the opposite. I saw him as weak and defenceless. I despised myself for that, I had no one to blame for that lapse in judgement than myself. I would not make the same mistake again.

But he was unarmed, for fuck sakes. I had a M16 right beside me. He had nothing on him, nothing! When when he offered me soda I said sure. We laughed and talked about Donnely and the greywastes. Always with my gun in arms reach on my back, my knives on me. He was out of his mind, obviously, but harmless. Told a story of how he had found a lab underneath our feet and had been living there.

Good for him, I told him I was here scavenging. I drank the soda, always ready to shoot him if needed be.

An hour after meeting him, I stood up to move on. When he noticed, he stood as well.

“Reaver,” he said, even though I had not told him my name. I saw a flash of silver, and looked to see he was holding handcuffs. In a flash I picked up my M16 and pointed it at him. He was unfazed.

“I have Killian, the blond skinny one. Five of my mercenaries have imprisoned him during our conversation. If you do not come with me now, peacefully we will torture and then murder him.”

I had never been so blindsided in my life. For the first time in my being, I didn’t have a plan, I didn’t have a way to get us out of it. He knew who Killian was, he knew what he looked like. I didn’t know he knew these things from the cameras. That it was just his fucked up self in these ruins.

I let him chain me and beat the shit out of me, because I thought he had Killian. I let him touch me and threaten to rape
me
because I thought he had Killian. When that fuck turned on his little TVs and I saw my boy exit the apartment...

I’ll peel his skin off, I’ll eat it in front of him. I’ll pull out his teeth... I could sell good arian teeth to Doc for a pretty penny.

I knew he wasn’t watching me, but I kept a straight face as I looked at the multiple screens. Killian didn’t know what he had done, and threatened to do before I convinced him to get the boy. I couldn’t tell him, I warned him as much as I knew was safe, but if he knew the kind of shit this guy was doing under closed doors he would flip out. I had to balance what he knew, and what I needed him to do. Be fucked up, but not enough for Perish to think he was a lost cause. Or else he might get fed to that deacon creature, but don’t be sane enough that Perish would fuck him.

This did make me tremble with rage. This is where I had to trust Killian, trust that he would do what he needed to do to keep Perish’s hands off of him.

Get the detonator Killian. Give me the detonator and I’ll take care of the rest. I’ll get the password out of him and the key, like I got Killian’s location from the legionary father. I just needed Killian gone. I didn’t care what happened to me, I just had to get the little fuck head safe.

My mind swam, it was fuzzy, shifting, swirling continuum of violent thoughts and dark oaths. I hadn’t slept in five days. I wouldn’t sleep until we were safe. What if something happened while I slept? What if Killian needed me to distract him?

I looked down at my shackles. The skin was rubbed off, and bloody. The chains around my waist had broken the skin now too. Too much twisting, chaffing, pulling. I had bloodied myself trying to escape.

Inject him with everything... he spent hours in his lab fiddling with embryos, fetuses, his abominations. Hours looking into microscopes, spinning vials in machines and pouring glass tubes filled with liquid into one another. He had fridges and fridges full of liquid he would inject into things, severed body parts kept alive by machines, where he got them I wasn’t sure.

I would inject him with some of them and see what happens. Maybe Killian would know by then how to keep him alive by the machines.

Oh that was a nice prospect...

Take him alive, Reaver. Make it slow.

Slowly over time.

Yes, that was another idea. I shifted around, my back ached from sitting so much. I wanted to lay down but I refused myself. Alert at all times, focused at all times. Watch Killian, watch his body language, watch his lips move. No sound but I could read lips. He was being nice, yeah, play nice... play nice. Do what you need to do to keep him happy and GET... THE... DETONATOR, GET THE KEY.

The door opened.

“Want to watch a movie?”

His voice was small, weak... but okay. He was okay.

I think I nodded.

The scientist was beside me. I could grab him, I could strangle him, I could kill him. I could... I should...

Killian grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I looked at him and he looked at me back with worry. He was worried about me, I probably looked like shit.

I squeezed back.

I sat down and stared forward. As Perish got food for his new boyfriend I heard Killian make a small noise, like he was holding back a sob. I turned to him. He was looking at me scared, he was scared about how I looked. I turned away from him, I found an aquarium with colourful fish inside. I had never seen such colours on a fish. I watched them swim.

Perish gave me some white fluffy shit that tasted like salty oil. Called it popcorn. He reminded me to behave. I watched the fish. The popcorn tasted good.

Force feed him until his stomach splits open.

The movie turned on, but my mind kept going to a million different places. I kept forgetting to eat.

Sometime during the movie I looked to Perish. “I have to piss.”

Perish was entranced in the stupid movie, he turned to me but his eyes were still on the screen. “It’s impossible for that to happen, eventually the universe would tear its self apart. From dark matter maybe. I’ve always wanted to learn about dark matter.”

“Perish, I need to take a piss.”

“I’ll take him.” Killian rose to his feet, before taking a non-chalant look at Perish. “Can I have the detonator in case he tries something, Perry?”

Killian’s heart lurched and so did mine as, without turning his eyes away from the TV, he reached into his lab coat and gave Killian the fucking detonator. A plastic object with a covered button on it.

The blond boy gaped at him for a split second, before he thanked him. “Let’s go asshole,” he said to me, grabbing onto my waist chain. I let him drag me until I was behind Perish, then I pulled away. Ready to break the doctor’s fucking arms.

“No, let’s go,” Killian hissed so quietly only I could hear it. I felt like breaking
his
arms in that fucking moment but I let him drag me out of the room.

When the door closed and we got a few feet away, he let out a muffled squeal and threw his arms around me. He kissed me hard on the lips, I was surprised to feel tongue for the first time. I pulled away from him, not in the damn mood.

“Let me go in there so I can fucking end this,” I said in a dead tone. Killian cowered back, offended that I wouldn’t accept his kiss. Deal with it Killian.

“Reaver... hear me out.” Killian put his hands on either side of my face, once again I pushed him away but he put them back on. “Do you know who Nero is?”
“No,” I growled, I started to walk down the hall towards the bathrooms. I hadn’t lied, I needed to piss badly.

“He’s Perish’s brother, another chimera and he’s coming in three days to check on Perish. If he comes and sees what happened here. He’s going to...” Killian grabbed my arm but once again I jerked it away. I walked into the bathroom.“He’s going to know, and find us. If we do it after... Reaver listen to me.”

“Look away, unless you’re used to seeing dick now,” I said in the same dead voice. I took my cock out of my pants and started to piss. Killian stayed outside of the room but I could hear him start to cry. I wasn’t in the fucking mood for this at all so I let him.

“Reaver if we wait until the fifteenth, Nero wont be back for another three months.”

“That’s two and a half days,” I said, shaking my dick and putting it back into my boxers. He was in a nice lab coat, I had my fucking underwear on. “So you want his cock, huh?”

I walked out and was surprised to see his face crumpled in agony, he was really crying now.

I felt a small pang of guilt seep through the cracks of my dark and morbid mind. Poor little thing was shaking.

I kneeled down beside him, and took the detonator from him gently. “He... he hasn’t touched you, has he?”

He shook his head. I knew he hadn’t, his body language had said no, but I think he wanted me to ask. To you know... care.