The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) (38 page)

An unexpected change came over me, I stopped screaming and I stopped gasping. My forehead writhed as it balanced my head against the brick, my hot breath coming back to me as I tried to control it.

The ripping continued but I forced my mind out of my body. The anger remained though. A seething burning hatred that was a part of me now, a blazing inferno that wanted nothing more than to murder this man on top of me.

God damn, I was tired of being someone’s victim.

Reaver had murdered Bridley, two weeks of torture, but Reaver wasn’t here to kill him for me.

No one was here, I was all alone and a captive. I didn’t have the luxury of being raped by a resident we could track down and deliver justice to. I was a hostage in a dangerous game.

There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. I was their fuck toy, their punching bag, and their ransom for Ice Man. Whose king cared more about where his nail clippings went than me.

The dark lurid thoughts, once just wisps of smoke started to take shape, molding into terrible forms that whispered even more terrible things to me. I had never imagined I would think such things. I wasn’t a creative person or a very smart one at that but now…

This isolation had added a few more colours to my imagination spectrum.

What would my old friend Reaver do...?

In response I completely lost my mind.

I wrenched my hand down and found my very soft dick in my hands. I started to stroke and tug on it, trying desperately to get the bastard hard. He’d never failed me yet and if I could convince my mind I liked this he wouldn’t now.

Shale paused. “What are you doing?” he spat.

Ignoring my brain telling me I was insane I shifted my body around, he let me and soon I was on my back. “It’s been a while, shut up and keep fucking me.”

A wary expression appeared on Shale’s face, but as I tensed myself, taking him in deeper, the wariness turned into lust. I grabbed my dick with my shackled hands and let him pull my legs back.

It felt the same, but he was relaxing into me. He thrusted hard and fast but at the same time he kissed and sucked on my neck in ecstasy. I moaned with his rhythms, all of it fake but he was too into it to tell the difference.

“Is that a piercing I saw?” I whispered into his ear before I let out a heavy breath.

Shale groaned; I could see his bare ass rising and falling behind his head, he was pushing my knees so far back they were almost beside my ears. “Yeah, can you feel it?”

“Mmm… yeah,” I purred. “Let me play with it after. We don’t have those where I’m from.”

He didn’t answer me; instead I clamped my teeth to my lip and bore the pain.

My dick was still flaccid in my hands but he didn’t care. I had gotten my point across and now I had to literally take it until the end.

With blood spilling out during every ripping withdrawal of his dick, he finally came inside me. My mouth twisted and my teeth ground. There was nothing more sickening than having their cum inside of you. Bridley had filled me so many times I couldn’t walk for a week afterwards.

Fucking Bridley… I had told myself this would never happen again, I had sworn to myself I’d never let another man touch me like this. Where was my chimera to come and save me? It’s been almost a week since the video got into their hands. My Morse code had failed. They didn’t fucking know where I was.

Shale withdrew himself from me, still hard and now streaked with blood and cum. He held it in his hand and looked over at me, his chest shiny with sweat. There were several large tattoos on his body.

“Lick it… come here.”

He grabbed onto the back of my hair and with his energy and my remaining steam he hoisted me to my knees. Shale shoved my head down a few inches from the glistening pierced tip. With his other hand he grabbed it by its base and put it to my lips.

My own blood and his cum… this will be fun.

I put my mouth over it, my face twisting under the taste. I took it in to its base, and suctioned it to its tip.

Shale took his hand away; I moved my mouth back down.

And then I bit.

I bit hard.

With a jerk of my head I ripped his cock off and held it in my mouth like my prize.

A rush of blood sprayed over my face, before Shale screamed hysterically and jumped to his feet.

The blond-haired man looked at me with a wide and terrified expression before he dropped to his knees from shock.

I watched as he drew a hand away from the bleeding gash, ribbons of red blood streaming through his fingers like cascading spouts. When he saw his cock was completely gone he let out a high pitch wheezing groan.

I spat his dick out onto the floor, and swallowed the blood in my mouth. The glee was not lost on my face as I watched him moan and drag himself towards the door, babbling loudly for Kerres or someone to come and help him.

Kerres exploded into the room. His dark eyes fell on Shale, they widened and I saw his face turn three shades paler. As his eyes slowly rose to meet mine I stared back at him, my face placid and void of anything. The scene would explain itself.

And here is where I die; I planned on taking as many of them down with me as I could.

Kerres looked at me with a glare weighted with hatred. He brought out his gun and I inhaled what I knew would be one of my last breaths.

“Kerres… I gotta go to the hospital, man…” Shale whined. I saw a clammy blood-soaked hand reach and grab onto Kerres’s jacket, weakly pulling the cloth down. There was a pool of blood forming underneath him, and his pants had turned a darker colour near his backside.

“I’m fucking bleeding to death… please, we gotta go…”

Shale sniffed, his head bowed and his shoulders shook from his own self-induced horror. He tried to stand but under buckling legs he fell back to his feet.

Kerres nodded to some people behind him, the woman and two men. They dragged Shale out of the door frame and without a word he closed the door.

Several moments later I heard a gunshot.

Chapter 13

Reaver

The tall buildings, once just a blur in the distance, towered over us like the canyon ridges I had been so used to seeing from our view in the bunker. Large derelict buildings, in various states of decay with rows of windows, only broken shards now, matted grey from years of baked on grime. The only thing breaking the sepid tones was the small oily paw prints of radrats.

The buildings seemed to stare down at us, hollow but tall with a desperate air to them that begged us to make them whole again; but their souls gone like the souls of the people who used to occupy them.

Now they were forgotten ruins, ones that glowed with the winter sun shining through their broken remains. These buildings were all around us encasing our party so tightly it bordered on claustrophobia. Some even missing large chunks that seemed to have been sheared off with a giant knife.

Perish had pointed out the most glaring one to us. A large building, almost a skyscraper, with its front cut down like it had been flayed. Exposing segmented apartments completely exposed to the elements, once office buildings or perhaps condos.

I tore my gaze away from the tall buildings and tried to focus more on what was on ground level to us, where the real threats would be. I could see old shops and stores, most of them boarded-up but some of them were wide open and exposed, going underneath the buildings like caves. There was lots of shaped concrete in this area, curving edges that turned down to undercover garages and medians acting like broken barriers that shielded the road from a fifty foot drop.

We were downtown, a place where the humans before us had the chance to design and sculpt everything to suit the trend at the time. Now though it couldn’t have been more of a pain in the ass to navigate. If you wanted to get on the street below you sometimes you had to walk an entire curve of road before it wound down to that street. It reminded me in a way of the broken onramps and highways we had had north west of Aras, just half-broken pieces of relics whose use had died with the radiation.

I jumped up onto a concrete wall and scanned the area around me, seeing Perish out of the corner of my eye do the same. Though I couldn’t see anything of use inside these shops. Just a lot of crumbled plaster and the ghosts of shelving long ago covered in dust. Though there was some variations to the greys around us, I also made out a few old skeletons, their brown skin dried to leather, stretched across their bones like saran wrap.

“This is what a real abandoned town looks like.” My eyes never stopped scanning the looming multiple floored buildings and smaller structures around them. “Not like your pandemically clean town, Perish.”

Perish and Jade were both dressed in black dusters, with AK 101’s slung over both their shoulders. Perish decided to take it a step farther though. To top off his outfit he had coveted the hat that had flown off of Garrett’s head, a cowboy hat type thing but with smaller rims. The scientist looked like a merc now, though his movements were still jerky so he still reminded me of someone on meth.

“This town hasn’t had people in it in a long time,” Perish observed. He looked around at the tall buildings. I saw a glint of longing in his eyes, no doubt thinking about the lab he left behind in Donnely. “I haven’t been here in a long time either.”

I walked the length of the concrete block before jumping onto the sidewalk. I shook my head as I saw Killian opening and closing mailboxes and checking out the old payphones for change. The boy was dressed in one of my old jackets Reno had grabbed for us, and a blue sweater. He was even the proud owner of his own cargo pants now. Well, they had been mine but since his stint with the scorprion I had decided he had proven himself enough to start loading him up with his own grenades and ammo.

“How much do you remember of when Reaver was being created?” Killian asked. There was a clink of metal as the payphone change stopper moved back into place.

Perish smiled at the question, it had been two days and a night since Elish had dropped us off. He not only loved talking to Killian but he loved even more being asked about his research.

“I came to help Leo after the last baby died. Lycos only had three more embryos left and Elish was getting mad mad mad. So I helped him with the baby and then I helped Elish with his two embryos. Though Lycos’s baby died but that was alright… one of Elish’s didn’t and I helped transfer baby Reaver to the cylinder and helped keep our watch on him.”

“Wait… really?” Jade, who had been dead silent over the last two days, spoke up. He was holding a cigarette in one hand and Elish’s suitcase in the other. As soon as the kid realized his master had given it to me he decided to become its guardian. “Elish was responsible for figuring out how to keep Chimera X alive?”

The scientist nodded enthusiastically. “Elish was always smart, even when he was a baby. When he was four he could already play piano better than me.” Perish’s eyes became focused, a sign he was trying to sort through the hive of information his brain was constantly throwing at him. Another thing the three of us had learned with Perish was to be quiet when he was doing this.

Sure enough, a moment later his features lit up again, like a halogen was going off.

“That’s right.” He nodded slowly. “The babies would die usually in the second trimester, which obviously meant they hadn’t been cloned from Silas right. Elish came and he picked up the embryos and left. I left… I think… I think I left.” Perish squinted and rubbed his head; he shook it as if trying to uncross the wires in his brain.

I watched as the scientist bit his lip, a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I can’t say.”

I sighed; the mental wall had gone up again, typical for the retard.

Jade blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth; he looked curiously at the scientist before taking several quick steps towards him. The cicaro flicked his smoke before craning his neck to one side.

“You can say whatever you want; you’re not on his side anymore.”

Perish, a few paces ahead of me, shook his head vigorously. “No… no, I - can’t - say. My mind tells me I can’t. He hurts me when I try to think of it.”

“So you have no idea how Reaver can kill Silas?” Killian’s voice was sickeningly sweet. I knew he was pulling out a couple manipulation cards.

Perish shook his head, I saw some hints of apprehension in his eyes. “I wasn’t involved in Reaver’s kidnapping. I don’t remember what happened after Elish left.”

“Were you close to Lycos at all?”

His name was Leo...

The road we were going down echoed with Perish’s laugh. To drive in his point he pulled his shirt up, showing off his now scarred burn marks. Killian paled and looked away.

“No, no Killian, look… Reaver can too. Too bad I can’t show you how much cut up my head, or the welts and broken bones that healed. Was he my friend? Funny, funny. Lycos only had Elish as a friend, then Greyson and that was the end of that. He left us.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up about Leo,” I snapped, taking a step towards the scientist. “You were on Silas’s fucking side, not ours. So take your licks and get over it.”