Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (103 page)

“Like all the people, technology and all that?” Asher asked.

I nodded. “And no radiation.”

“No, King Silas would never allow it.” Asher laughed, and blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. He looked at me with the cigarette clenched between his teeth. “He controls the greywastes, and he wants us to be as miserable as he is.”
“He didn’t sound to miserable from how Perish spoke about him.” I took the smoke from him and inhaled a puff. “He has Perish. whose life goal is for his
master
to give him a second glance, then he has Nero who probably fucks like a steam engine, and all those other chimera disciple fucks ready to lick his cock and take his cum. Not to mention an island full of luxuries I could never imagine, and a society that worships him like a god. Yeah, hard life... oh scratch that, hard eternal life.”

Two fingers came into my vision to grab the smoke already on my lips, he pulled it away and stole my drag. “Show me where Perish is.”

I glanced behind my shoulder, the road was straight and narrow behind us, covered in skeletons of cars and trucks. The moon almost giving them the illusion of being solid again. “We’re not far from it actually. Why? You wanna pay your respects?”

“I want to piss on him.”

I coughed on the smoke and exhaled it as quickly as I could before I choked some more. “Better drink some more vodka then.” I turned and started cutting through one of the rancher yards. Towards Killian’s hidden little cemetery.

“That was rather nice of your boyfriend to bury him like this, I’m surprised you didn’t insist on eating him,” Asher said as we started to both climb over the debris piles that enclosed the first several streets to the cemetery.

“Leo wanted to poke and prod at him, he’s always been fascinated with science and all that. I guess since Perish is a chimera, he’s like genetically special or some bullshit like that right?”

Asher shook his head.”I’m not sure.”
“I wonder why he got the short end of the stick, Nero seemed to be being treated rather well. Man, did you see the muscles on that guy? He’s a tank.”

I saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “The only chimeras we got was the law enforcer bitch Ellis when she needed information. Though a few times we did have Garrett. He would come in, distribute more booze, drugs and smokes to make the slummers happy and high. Then leave. I guess it kept us from forming revolts.”

“Sounds like a shitty dependant life,” I shrugged. “No wonder you got out. I would hate to depend on anyone for anything, especially some shit sorry excuse for a government. It’s stupid.”
“It’s safe.”

“I’d rather risk the greywastes then have a bunch of hacks breathing down my neck who think they’re better than me just because they were bred by some pathetic control freak.”

I helped Asher up onto a long slab of pavement. He walked in front of me and jumped onto a roof and partial chimney, before leaning against an old refrigerator. “We can’t all be fearless and free like you.” Asher crossed his arms and gave me a wink. He pressed the bottle up against his lips again and took a drink.

“You are,” I said, the alcohol succeeding in numbing my mind and my lips. “You barely flinched while we were running from the ravers. Killian...” I scoffed trying to shut myself up. I walked past him and started descending to the abandoned house below us. The entrance of it leading to the back yard cemetery. “Killian would have frozen up, no matter if he was in my role or yours. I don’t know... do you think he’ll ever... toughen up?”

“Do you want him to?”

My drunken mind never considered that. The answer surprised me. “No, I don’t, but I wish... there was a middle ground. I wish I could go raver hunting with him, but I just can’t put him in harms way. If you die, it’s whatever... but if he dies, I’ll be lost.”

Thankfully Asher’s own tipsy mind found my horrible comment amusing. I heard the gravel and junk behind him shift as he jumped down beside me. I walked into the abandoned home and made my way through the living room. Seeing the moonlit gravestones through the blown out wall.

I walked into the clearing, and as I did I heard Asher digging through his pockets. I looked over at Perish’s grave marker and chuckled quietly as I read it. I guess Asher was reading it behind me.

“Fell for Killian and lost his head?” Asher said bemused. I felt him beside me, He placed a baggy with a cut up straw in it to me. “Do some.”

“I can’t I’ve had liquor, it can kill you if it mixes.”

Asher shook his head. “It’s MDMA, it will make you feel good. Give you some energy. It’s twenty bucks for that much powder so enjoy it. It’s come along way.”

I was intrigued, I had read about this stuff in books. I took a bit into each of my nostrils and handed it back. I walked up to Perish’s gravestone and unzipped my pants.

I heard a snort as he inhaled some. “Hey, tuck it back in, hot shot. I didn’t mean on his grave. Grab the shovel I said I want to piss on
him
.”

I tucked my dick back in and zipped it up. I grabbed the shovel leaning up against a pile of brick and shook my head in disbelief. “You are one twisted fucking psycho, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes, but it’s usually under gurgling breaths,” Asher grinned. He walked over and kicked the tombstone down. “What I would have done to eat a chimera. I would bet you Leo took a few bites out of him. It’s too bad he kept him in that bunker for so long.”

I guess he must have overheard a few conversations when he was at Reno’s banging. Not too many people knew about the bunker.

“It doesn’t matter.” I dug the shovel into the still loose dirt. It had not even been two months since we buried that greasy fuck. Time sure did fly. I think I had almost been with Killian for four months now. I’d have to ask him if we had an anniversary or anything. I never paid attention to that crap. “He’s dead. We outsmarted him, or Killian did at least.”

“He plays innocent, but how innocent can you be to cut off your lover’s throat?”

That comment made my chest tighten a bit. “He wasn’t his lover.”

“You really believe they never fucked?”

I shook my head, I put the shovel down for a moment as I felt a wave of dizziness. I guess this stuff was kicking in. “I was watching the cameras, and what ones had blank screens I had audio. He was still my little-” I choked for a second and whirled around. I threw up behind Perish’s gravestone.

I felt a scrape of dirt as Asher picked the shovel up. As I retched again and felt the metal slam into the grave dirt. I wiped my mouth. “Your fucking molly is making me sick.”

Asher laughed, I heard the scraping again, metal against dirt. It set my teeth on edge. “You’re about to get sicker my friend.”

I knew what he meant, there was another scrape and then I felt him get down on his knees. I looked over and spat the remaining vomit out of my mouth.

The smell was assaulting. Perish might have smelled like mint and cherry blossoms at one point but now his stench felt like it was sodomizing my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose and took a huge step back as Asher picked up a long piece of rebar and stuck it through the skull’s eye socket. He still smelled ripe, but the shallow grave mixed in with the alternating sun and rain had reduced at least his head to bone. I couldn’t see any flesh on his skull, just discolouring.

“I have bleach at home, we’ll soak him.” Asher dropped the skull on the grave. He dropped down on his knees in front of it and poked it until it was facing him.

“No, he’s fine being back in his grave, let the pathetic fool rot in piece.” I shook my head, nudging him with my foot. I had no respect for the dead, but I had respect for my boyfriend and he wouldn’t be happy.

Then another wave of nausea. I turned back to the space behind the gravestone and was sick again.

This time my mind didn’t recover properly, I felt myself slump backwards as the world swirled around me. I steadied myself on his tomb stone, but I kept feeling my head drop.

Then a sensation that I thought was new to me, but I felt de ja vu when I experienced it. A tugging on my brain, like something was pinching the very tip, and pulling it.

I tried to rise myself, but found my limbs buckling under my own weight.

“Stand.” I heard a voice.

I felt my legs strengthen, I mumbled a thanks and stood up straight. I rubbed my head, and swore. “You need to help me home... this drug isn’t... isn’t mixing well. Now. Before it-”

I squinted and turned around. I saw something I didn’t think was real.

Asher was lined with the silvers of the moon above us. His mesh shirt was tight against his marble skin, his hand rapidly rubbing something between his legs. He was looking at the blood streaked skull of Perish Dekker.

I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing for a moment. My brain refused to acknowledge such a strange sight. His pants were pulled down to his knees, he was kneeling on them. I could see his hand stroking himself. Moving up and down his shaft.

My eyes moved up to his face, he was staring at Perish, his green pale eyes fixated, his jaw clenched over a cigarette that sprayed ash with every ragged inhale. Auburn hair flickering back and forth.

I could hear him making noises.

He stopped when he noticed me staring. “Bring me the lube.”

I felt my hands dig through my cargo pants pocket, I pulled out the small travel size vial I had taken from my night stand. I don’t know how it got into my pockets.

I went to hand it to him, but I turned and threw up again.

I didn’t have any more food or drink to puke up though. I gagged and gagged until my vision became white strobe lights fucking up every sense in my body. I felt myself hit the cold ground and then the smell of rot, KY lubricant and night air.

I groaned, and tried to remember where I was. I rolled onto my back and fumbled for my radio. I wanted to call Killian to come and get me, or Greyson... yeah, I think I might need my ass carried out of here and Greyson had the arms on him. He would know where I was. Like that time far go when I rescued the kid.

“Killian?” I groaned, I felt wet on my lips. I looked down to see a string of saliva running all the way down to the ashy floor. I spat, my nose was running too.

I tried to push myself up. I wiped my forehead with my jacket sleeve. I was sweating badly.

“I gave you too much now?” The voice said, he sounded unimpressed but very aloof. “Typical... but next time I’ll get the dose right,
bona mea.
”

I felt his hands, I could feel the warmth of his hard cock as he helped me stand. “Get on your knees. Take off your pants.”

My hands reached down, my mind wondered where Killian was. Who was this person I was with? He didn’t sound like any one I knew.

I fumbled for the radio, but I felt it being taken out of my hands. I felt something on my crotch.

“Sit down in front of Perish’s skull, bring yourself to climax, and cum in his face.” Asher commanded. “Then bring home and show that pretty little boyfriend of yours.”

I unzipped my pants and took my dick out. The last thing I heard was the stranger’s rapid breathing.

I smashed face first into the floor of my basement, the bag I was carrying was flung from my hand and slid across the room.

I heard rustling, as I turned onto my back. I groaned and shielded my eyes as the lights turned on. “Are you fucking kidding me? You were suppose to be patrolling.”

“Shit the wife’s pissed off,” I announced, I got to my feet and started dusting myself off.

Killian was behind me, I could feel the seething energy radiating off of his body. He was dressed in only cloth pants, he looked like he had been woken up. “Reaver, do you know who I am?”

I felt a glass of water raise to my lips, I had gotten it myself. Red, plastic cup. “Killian, I’m drunk not retarded.”

I put the cup down, and spat in my sink.

“Just... go to bed, I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” I heard him sigh behind me, then the sound of him grabbing a blanket.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch all the time, Killian,” I said loudly, I threw the cup into the sink and wiped my mouth. “And if you’re going to get a hair up your ass every time I have a drink with a friend. We’re going to have a very horrible relationship.”

My eyes scanned the room. I saw his eyes wide in shock, he was holding a throw pillow in his hand. “I’m a bitch now? You really just called me that?” Killian’s voice raised. “You know what? If you’re going to come waltzing home, slobbering drunk and insulting me. I’m leaving this basement.”

I spat again, my mouth was filled with saliva. “You have no where to fucking go. You step ten feet away from me and you have a fucking panic attack,” I snarled, I had no idea why but I felt anger flare up inside of me. My racing mind jumping from reason to reason to be mad at him. Everything in that moment made me angry at him. His snippy attitude, his accusations, even things about him down to his voice and his weaknesses.

“Oh yeah? Watch me!” Killian snapped, he grabbed his jacket and put his shoes on. “If you think this is okay, I don’t want to be around you. You’re not my Reaver when you come back from hanging out with him. You turn into an awful person who either wants to fuck me or yell at me.”

“I thought you were fucking going? Go back to your fucking maggot house, or why don’t you go cozy up to Reno.”

I dodged a throw pillow as it was thrown towards me. I guess that’s why they call them throw pillows. The speed of it surprised my senses and I swayed to the left knocking myself into my kitchen cabinets. There was a crashing bang as a stack of dishes fell into the sink. I looked around a bit dazed.

“I need to call Killian...” I murmured, rubbing my head.

“Genetics or not, you are a bad person.” I heard a whimper. “Maybe I will go to Reno’s, he listens to me and he understands me. He is a good person.”

I let out an assaultingly loud guffaw. I tried to take a step forward but stumbled backwards and slid down to my ass. I managed to raise my hand, I pointed it at him.

“You think he’s so innocent? You think... he’s not as bad as me? That Greyson, or Leo aren’t as bad as me? I’m this big fucking horrible monster?” I snorted. “Reno rapes every legionary we kill, or the cute men anyways, I pin them down for him, do you know that? Do you know that Greyson once broke Leo’s jaw? Healthy huh? But no, don’t go thinking poor Leo because Leo once got into a fight with Greyson and decided to fuck a very hot eighteen year old boy in the ass. Oh who by the way Greyson hired me to kill one month later. Which I did, and I let Reno fuck him before I cut his head in half with a machete. Do you know how much an ass tenses while they’re dying? Ask Reno when you get there.”