Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (119 page)

I slipped the needle in and started feeling around for a vein. When I found one I slowly injected the tar into his bloodstream. I heard him suck in a breath, before letting out a soft sigh.

“I just want you calm,” I said. “One thing at a time, and the most important thing in my life is you. I have to make sure you’re okay.”

“Asher’s fucking with me.”
“He’s fucking with both of us...” I could smell the peroxide in the water, but at least the rot smell was dissipating. I scrubbed him hard for a few more minutes before I got a towel and helped him get up. He smelled a world better, I wrapped the towel around him and as I walked into the living room I put a blanket over him.

I whistled for the dog and started towards my basement. It didn’t take me long to hear the familiar padded feet behind me.

“Deek, guard,” I said to him, and hoisted Killian up higher in my arms. There was only one thing allowed in my mind right now and that was getting Killian home to my basement, safe. It was fortified, and locked up for a reason, for times like these. That would be our bomb shelter while Greyson dealt with our little problem.

He caused it, he can fucking fix it.

It was the longest walk home I had ever had. My eyes were in all directions, and to his plus, so was the dog’s. He seemed to sense that this was important, his nose was back in the air and he was sniffing everywhere.

Asher was somewhere in Aras, possibly with Perish. The two immortal wasteland fucks, and I had been lucky enough to have a boyfriend that had tried to kill them both.

I heard a soft sigh, I looked down and saw the glassy eyes of Killian again, I envied him. I wanted to get high, but he needed it more than I did. I couldn’t hide the reality from him for much longer, not just Perish and Silas being in Aras but... the fact that we were going to have to leave and soon.

Where would we go? The bunker was out of the question, but where was safe? Each abandoned town and partially collapsed house was the same in the greywastes, unless I lucked out and found an old army base but most if not all of those were marked off  by the Legion.

I hope Greyson had some ideas, I had to make Killian safe. He needed a nice quiet place where I could help him get his head back. We both did.

I stationed the deacdog outside my tank hatch and held Killian close to me as we slid down the tunnel. As I crawled back up to lock both hatches I realized how much I had changed over the past five months.

If I hadn’t had Killian to worry about, I would have ran to that bunker guns blazing. Ready to jump in and take on any chimera fuck who threatened my life. I would have gone there and gut Silas like a fish, king or not.

Now though, I still wanted to do all of those things and I would... but I had to be patient. I had to make sure the kid was okay first and right now he didn’t need me running off fixing a problem I didn’t cause in the first place. Fuck Greyson and Leo, they brought that headless fuck to our town, of course his master’s going to come back for his property. Especially if he was immortal.

It was his doing that Asher even got into Aras, and in turn it was his god damn doing that my boyfriend got raped.

I placed Killian down on the couch and sat beside him. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes just trying to gather myself for a minute. I felt like a walking version of what Greyson was, stunned, in disbelief and wondering what the hell is suppose to happen next.

I was confused, exhausted and scared for Killian. Asher had tried to get into my pants and control me, but he had never hurt me. He would hurt Killian, he hated him, that much I could see. If Asher was the same as Silas he wasn’t going to let something like that go.

“You locked everything right?” Killian’s small weak voice sounded beside me.

I nodded. “Locked tight.” I got up and started absentmindedly grabbing all the explosives and ammo I could find. I even dug out an old bag that somewhat resembled Killian’s satchel though it was black. I started loading it up with grenades, C4, mines, ammo, handguns...

“He is alive isn’t he?” Killian whispered.

I threw in every single one of my M16 clips I had already loaded, and nodded. I could tell him that at least. “You’re not crazy, he’s alive.”

“How?”

My mouth pursed, what was I suppose to tell him?

“He was cold.”

I let out a breath, I walked over to him. His eyes, glassy but focused looked at me worried. I bent down and brushed his still wet blond hair from his face. “Killian, we’re going to have to leave Aras for while. Just the two of us, think of it like... a honeymoon or something.”

I saw his chin tighten, then his lips disappeared in a purse. I forced a smile for him. “But you’re not crazy, that’s great, right?”

My blond boy’s eyes fixed on me, I looked back and was able to watch the exact moment he put the piece together.

“I killed King Silas, didn’t I?”

I looked at that soft little face, those drug induced sparkly eyes, that sweet sweet innocent boy... and I started to stifle a laugh. I turned away from him, holding my hand over my mouth.

Killian
, my Killian,
killed King Silas. The immortal prick of the greywastes. Who I had befriended! Who I had hung around with, gotten plastered with and even gone raver hunting. Silas! Silas!!

I laughed, and I think that was my own way of snapping.

Killian cried of course, not a lot of tears mostly just choking whimpers. Wait until he heard the other kicker, about his lovely little Perrypie. Greyson is right he would have a stroke.

Thanks Greyson, thanks a lot. For all of this.

I walked into the bathroom, in no state to deal with my own laughter. I shut the door and laughed, and laughed until for the first time in my entire greywaste life I started to feel the anxiety get to a crippling point.

I sat in my bathtub and put my hands over my mouth to stifle myself. Feeling my world crash around me. Every time I tried to make sense of what was going on, I felt it collapse on its self. Asher being Silas, and Perish being immortal answered way too many questions for me. New realizations were flooding my head. So many things clicked together like some fucked up puzzle. Asher had been using us to get to Leo and Greyson, that was the only thing that made sense.

But that being said, I knew that Asher had be-friended me, we had had some good drunken talks before he drugged me. That hadn’t been fake, had it?

Asher...
my
friend Asher... I had been friends with an immortal being. The ruler of all of us. I had gotten drugged by him, touched by him... Killian had gotten raped by a king, I guess that wasn’t as bad as raticater.

I had to laugh at my own absurd thought. I think my own mind was slipping under the stress.

And needless to say in all my torrential thoughts I was impressed with him. I had always thought of the king as some pampered little shit fuck with a control problem, but no... he was an impressive specimen.

I could see with new eyes the past couple of months with him. He was a force to be reckoned with, he was tough and fast. Also sneaky as fuck. I wouldn’t under estimate him when I saw him again. I was glad to have learned that before we became enemies. Since I had be-friended him, I knew him and I knew what his weaknesses were. Or at least some of them.

Like drinking and drugs for example... Killian had gotten the best of him once. So he was fallible. He wasn’t perfect even though he had been playing games for a long time. I’d be ready for him if it came to blows again.

But how was he able to pull this off without someone recognising him? I had heard he had blond hair, I wonder if he made many public appearances in Skyfall.

And once he was in the greywastes. We didn’t have cameras here except a few Polaroid’s. And with West Aras in my pocket he barely left my area, give him dyed hair and ignorance and he could pass off as any dumb waster.

I leaned back in the empty tub and stared at my water stained ceiling. Asher Fallon had played us all for a fool, myself included.

All we could do, was give Perish back and hope that was it. Though I didn’t know if it was that easy.

I got up, feeling slightly more with it after my anxiety induced laughter and walked back into the main area of the house.

I sighed as I saw Killian preparing another dose of heroin.

“No, you little smack addict, no more...” I started walking towards him.

“It’s for you,” Killian said his voice kind of slurred. He flicked the needle, god that stuff looked like poison. Nice small pills looked so much healthier... less, junkyish. “I’ve been with you for months, when you start laughing it means you’re about to go crazy.”
“It does not,” I said flatly, but I sat down beside him.

Killian tied off my arm with my radio charger cord, the needle between his teeth. He started to prep my arm.

“Reaver, I need to tell you everything that happened. ” Killian rubbed the crook of my arm with his finger before he pieced the needle into my skin. “You won’t like it, you might be mad, but you have to know everything I saw. You have to know what he did to you.”

I winced as I felt the metal taste in my skin, I saw a fleck of my blood rise up in the needle. “I’m doping you up first for a reason.”

Killian injected the heroin into my blood stream, I felt the bitter, sour tar coat the inside of my body in ice. It was like frozen opiates, just as intense as pills... more of a body high than a head high. I took in a deep breath and felt Killian rub my shoulders.

“Lay on your side, you might throw up at first.”

I felt my mind swim, I laid down on the couch and heard the scrape of a bucket. Sure enough a few moments later the chill turned into nausea. I puked. I didn’t mind though, this feeling was amazing.

My eyes blurred, I think they were rolling back into my head. I felt Killian’s hands rub my thigh and arms in a soothing motion. I threw up again and fell back onto the couch.

I don’t know where I went, but it was dark but now it was warm. A swirling spectrum of every colour of a black and grey rainbow, peculiar in a way. So many colours but each one was more colourless than the last. Like I was in the fifth dimension.

But I couldn’t see Asher, I didn’t feel the stress clenching and twisting my gut. I was far away flying.

I was gone for quite awhile. Until my mind started to grip onto the edges of my consciousness. Killian must’ve known. He rested a hand on my face and tilted it.

“Can you listen?”
“Yeah... I’m awake enough,” my mouth slurred. Holy shit this was harsh stuff. Not everyday like the opiates, this wiped me out, but for an evening where I could stay inside. This was my new friend.

“Good.” Killian’s lips pressed against my cheek. “You’ll be able to take this a lot easier now. Please... don’t talk if you can help it. This is really hard to admit.”

“I couldn’t talk if I wanted... hun.”

My mouth was mush, all I wanted to do was slip back into zombieland and gaze up at the ceiling in a liquid daze. This is what he had planned. Clever boy.
Though my inner beast wanted me to feel worried, the drugs were making me feel rather confident about things. I started to look forward to seeing how many different ways I could kill Asher. Now that I knew who he was, it might be fun.

“Okay the first thing. As you know, I was jealous of your relationship with Asher.” Killian began.

I felt my head nod as the drugs continued to swim through my body. He touched my face and stroked it, oddly I liked it. Good drugs.

“I... had been following you when you were looking for me, and I peeked in the window and saw him touching you. He had been stuffing cotton up his nose when he was feeding you the ressin and the scopa.” He took a deep breath, well at least he was talking. “I panicked and pretended I was looking for you. To get you away from him. I heard him command you to rape me.”

“What!” I sat up, I felt myself go cold, even the drugs couldn’t mask the horror I felt. “I... oh god, I did that to you.”
“No! No!” Killian said hastily. “You chased me home and I tricked you into thinking I was in the basement. You didn’t touch me, it was him.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, though I didn’t know why. He had still gotten raped.

“I went to his house, and decided the only way to end it was to get him to rape me, I’d record it and show you and you would kill him like you did Bridley.”

“Wait.” I looked at him. “How did you get the recorders then? You were already planning on setting him up before hand.”
The boy looked a bit caught, but I didn’t push it. “So he raped you though, where did it go wrong? How did you kill him?”

“I guess it makes sense now, he’s two hundred and fifty years old, he’s smart. He managed to drug me, dragged me to the bedroom and proceeded to humiliate the fuck out of me...” Killian said, his voice dropped and I could see his hand tense around my hair as he stroked it. “I out smarted him though. I shoved painkillers up his ass, when he wanted me to use the dildo on him. To overdose him. Then he said he wanted to show me something in the graveyard.”

The fact that the skull wasn’t Perish’s... he knew of course. He had probably been looking for where Greyson and Leo had been keeping him.

“When we got there he started to get queasy and stumbly... I finished him off with the plastic bag that had had Perish’s skull in it, and I buried him.”

As his hand stroked my head, I took it into my own and kissed it, before placing it back on my head. “I can’t believe people think you’re less psychotic than me.”

I held back a chuckle as I heard him sniff, then he said in a wobbly voice. “I didn’t know what else to do, you wouldn’t believe me. I kept telling you something was wrong with him.”

“I know, love, I know,” I said, I was really trying to turn on the affection for him. It was an effort, but well... he was finally talking and finally opening up. I had missed him, and if I had to sacrifice some of my dignity by acting all squishy well. I didn’t mind. “That’s why I believed you when you were digging around the graveyard. I never make the same mistake twice. Now I’ll believe all the crazy ramblings of a heroin addict.”

He scowled at me. I let out an owe as he pinched my neck. I glared at him as I rubbed my wound.