Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (52 page)

“He took his pants off before bed, and I flipped out and he put them on and apologized, said he slept naked. I couldn’t stop and I had a panic attack.” Killian sniffed and I wiped the tears from his eyes. “But after was fine.”

“If he touches you, I will kill him,” I said coldly. “I have the detonator now. Chained or not, I’ll kill him. Now you need to sneak around and find the key so I can take this off.”

“He’s hiding us when Nero comes to visit him, after I know I’ll get him to let me out to get the xanax,” Killian whispered, even through all of this his body still softened at my touch. “We can escape at the same time that way.”

“If you don’t by then, I get him.”

Killian sniffed and wiped his nose. He nodded.

I looked at the small plastic detonator. I wished I had the key to take this fucking thing off, but this was good enough. I felt a cautious level of hope. At least I wouldn’t get my head blown off as long as I stayed in this metal prison.

“Will you sleep now that you have it?” Killian whispered. “Reaver... you’re... you’re really bad. I know you don’t see it, but you’re very... unstable.”

Watching a pervert scientist constantly fondling my boyfriend as I sit chained, beaten and bloody will do that.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled.

“You don’t blink anymore...”

I blinked for him, and heard him muffle a sob again. I knew this was taking a devastating toll on him but he didn’t have a choice. He said he could do it, he said he would be brave. I had to hold him to that and make him go through with it. He can’t ask me to trust him then fall apart now. That’s not how it worked.

“Kiss me?”

I stood up and looked down the empty hallway. I walked back into the bathroom and he did too. I pushed him up against the wall and pressed my cut and bloodied lips up against his. I put my hand on his backside and pulled him close to me. Opening my mouth I found his tongue and sucked on it, moving my mouth over his lips as our tongues rubbed and played with one another. The first time we had kissed like that, I wish I was better in the head so I could enjoy it.

As I pulled away, Killian moaned, his breath had quickened. He had never made that noise before.

The look he gave me was grave and serious though when I turned away from him. “In four days we’ll be back in Aras,” he whispered. “I’ve done good so far, Reaver. I got you the detonator... just... let Nero come and go, and I’ll get us home.”

I stared back, wishing I could numb all of these feelings with drugs. “Okay.”

“I wont let him touch me.”

I looked at the door, and I don’t know if it was sleep deprivation or what but I said it. “If you have to... fondle him. I wont hold it against you,” I said. “If it stops him from going further.”

Killian looked at me like I was a devil, his face crumpled and he walked back down the hall.

I’ll give you your three days, Killian. Only to protect us from the onslaught murdering a chimera would bring. Three months would have him a pile of rotting flesh, and his abominations too. Enough time for us to strip this place of everything and destroy his research. Greyson would be proud of me, I was thinking ahead for once.

Now it all depended on Killian not fucking this up, and having the nerve and the resolve to keep Perish off of him.

That was my property, and I didn’t rent out my property.

Killian was leaning up against the corner of a wall. He heard me approach.

“I think I know where he keeps the collars,” he whispered, I tucked the detonator behind one of the TV screens in my surveillance room as we walked. “I’ll find a replacement one for him and see if I can find the keys. He wont know the difference.”

The kid ducked away and I slowly made my way back to the living room. Perish’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, he was like a zombie.

Killian came in a good ten minutes later and handed the new detonator to Perish, he didn’t make eye contact with me so I assumed he hadn’t found a key.

The scientist gave Killian a sunny look and a kiss on the cheek and they continued with the movie. Not even realizing he had been gone twenty minutes.

I kept my eye on Perish as they sat and watched, noting at all times where his hands were. I saw him watching Killian a few times with those doey eyes but he didn’t try anything. When it was over, the scientist escorted me back to my room.

“You behaved nicely today,” the crazy fuck praised as he chained me to the wall like a dog. Oh I wanted to bite his nose off right there. I’ve never had such a struggle with delayed gratification.

“What’s the use? You’re the boss and I want to keep my head. I wont be trying anything anymore,” I mumbled as I sat back down in my chair. I turned away from him and towards the TVs. Having to say that filled my mouth with a bitter taste.

Perish put his hand on the back of the chair, he turned me to a screen on the far left which had always been dark. Too dark to see anything. He pointed to it. “That’s my bedroom, that’s where me and Killian are going to have sex. Audio only, turn it up and listen.” He patted the back of my chair. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck him one day, I’m sure you’ve had a ton of women and want to try something new, no?”

I didn’t dare myself to move, he walked away and went towards the door. “Or maybe I’ll fuck you.”

I whirled around and clocked him in the jaw, he fell backwards and screamed in fright, digging into his lab coat for the fake detonator. I kicked his hand until the detonator fell to the floor and skidded to the other end of the room. I wrapped my chains around his neck.

I squeezed the chains, his hands shot up to the binds, white knuckles gripped hard as he tried to pry them off. Tearing at the metal links with such ferocity his fingernails started to bleed and peel from his flesh. His eyes were bugging out, the blood vessels exploding like fireworks leaking into his blue irises, underneath a mouth gasping in a soundless scream.

As the panic set into his face I found myself almost getting aroused. His gasping turned to choking. Killian was screaming, let him scream. I watched with satisfaction as the life faded from his melting, bleeding eyes. The chains dug in farther and farther they started cutting through his neck. So much blood, all down my hands, my arms, his neck. Beautiful, red, hot, coating everything around us, and maggots, just for Killian.

The door shut behind me.

The screens showed him walking down the hallway, he turned and appeared in the next feed. He walked into his bedroom.

I couldn’t move, only my hands shaking under the iron grip I had on the arm of the chair. My palms were dripping blood.

I listened to them the whole night. It was silent for a long time, but eventually I heard the familiar groaning and crying as Killian started having a night terror. I listened intently, this should be good.

And it was, Killian screamed and Perish screamed and they both screamed. Then Perish left. I watched him go down to his lab, to practice some late night science. There was whimpering on Killian’s end but eventually he fell asleep. I licked the drying blood off of my hands, I always enjoyed my own taste. I had nothing to bind the wounds with but they were small. Just two imprints of the arm rest in my palms. It would make an interesting scar.

I watched Dr. Frankenfuck dissect his failed human centipede and start working on the computer. He spent hours in front of the computer, looking at shit I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. It all made sense to him. Pity his brains were going to be outside of his body in four days, he had a fascinating brain.

I’ll eat his brain... and expand my powers! I gave a loud demonic laugh sitting in the metal chair. I was starting to realize how sleep deprived I was.

I played with the idea of what his brain would taste like, and decided I did want to eat it. It was dangerous to eat the brains of humans, so none of us ever ate the brains of the rats. But I would make an exception this time for Dr. Perish’s. I wouldn’t get the shaking disease kuru from just one.

My mouth watered. I stared at the screen as Perish typed away on the computer and decided what bits I wanted to eat first. I think I would keep him alive and cut it open with a surgical saw. He could tell me what parts would be the best to eat. It would be a delicacy, a once in the life time opportunity.

I think I would ask him what part of his brain contains his sex drive. I would eat that first.

Then I would move to his eyes, he had such vivid eyes, buggy almost. I would eat those next, raw. Maybe the last thing it would see would be my teeth biting into them.

I always liked the pop.

I went through recipes in my head, what cut of him would taste best with what. It was a pity I couldn’t bring his body home to eat. I suppose it was more important for the both of us to get out of there safely. It didn’t stop me from imagining though.

He was there working for a couple hours, and I watched every moment of it. At one point he whipped it out and started jacking himself. Eyes closed half naked and exposed. I suppose he did have an alright looking cock, King Silas was probably to thank for that.

I was sleep deprived enough to forget looking away and I watched him all the way up to the finale. He sprayed his lab coat in cum and just sat there for another ten minutes until I thought he went to sleep. Then he got up and put his pants back on and went into the room in the hallway. No video cameras there. He was there for another hour before he emerged and went to bed.

I turned up the audio as the bedroom feed crackled to life but I didn’t hear anything just Killian sleeping. Soon it was joined by Perish. I wondered if he jacked himself to keep his hands away from Killian. He seemed disturbingly respectful of that, I guess the kid was right, rape does make them more understanding to other victims. I wouldn’t know, no one ever did anything like that to me and never would. I would kill them a thousand times over.

I stared at the screens the whole night. I watched the abominations come in and out of their enclosures. I watched the lab rats spin in their cage wheels as my boyfriend sleeps next to his capture. In my mind I would make them fight, and take bets on what abomination would kill what. The spider human was too weak, I would probably put it in with the fat pig thing and see who got hungry first. Or set the deacon human on all of them, now that was one mean mother fucker. I wish it was trainable, he would put our deacons to shame.

Then there was the human centipede that died, he was trying to grow another one of those. Right now they were just lumps of flesh with legs. I watched him kill one the other day, the smaller one. He tossed it in the air and the deacon human caught it in its jaws and tore it apart.

The other babies in a mysterious room I hadn’t located yet, too young to come out of their mechanical wombs, floated in cloudy water inside cylinders. The cylinder reminded me of where I found Killian in the factory but it was closed off and filled where as Killian’s were open.

There were a few other containers filled with things, but the water was too cloudy and the camera too far to see. I could see other cameras around in that room, but I think he had a separate surveillance room for most of the lab portion of the underground.

I started feeling light headed sometime during my sentry watch, and I had to close my eyes and sit back in my chair for a few moments as everything went shiny and hot. I was still having problems with my head going screwy. The blast really fucked me up. It had been getting worse with this no sleep thing, when I got back to Aras I was going to pass out for a week.

I had grown beyond tired of this... literally, and I was ready for it to end. I had the detonator in my control now, and in such my life. I didn’t want to play on Killian’s idea of staying the extra days, but I knew it had to be done. If this was one way to protect my block and my boyfriend in the future, it was making Perish’s dismembered, sodomized corpse not found until three months from now. His creatures would all be dead, his experiments would be toast. That would shut Greyson up for awhile.

Shit Greyson... Leo... Killian and I had been gone for... what was it? Four extra days now?  I think going on five. I was never one to be late coming home, I wondered how long it would take for them to realize I wasn’t out on my honeymoon.

I watched the cameras around Donnely but I never picked anything up. The quad was still there and everything, untouched. Did they even care? I doubted it, I didn’t expect them to come looking for us until taxes were due. I might be a bitter asshole but it made me turn those TV feeds off, I didn’t need a reminder that they didn’t give a shit where we were.

The two lovebirds carried on with their day as usual. Killian convinced the nut to slip me a peach and a package of fruit snacks. The food made me feel better, but it made my face pucker. I wasn’t used to such intense flavours. I saved the pit behind the TVs, if I had time to I wanted to pocket it and see if I could grow a peach tree.

The rest of the day dragged on by, but they spent a lot of time in Perish’s science area of the lab. Killian seemed to enjoy himself, he liked learning this sort of shit for some reason. I kept him from getting killed, and he read books and knew things, that was our dynamic.

It did look like he was actually enjoying himself when Perish showed him his data notes, computer programs and viles and crap. I could tell the look of happiness and fascination he got was genuine. Same with how happy he was when he got to try new foods or grope the plants, I had only been able to cook him ravioli and bosen. My potatoes and onions looked like lumps of crap compared to his.

So I admit in my wired, hallucinating sleep deprived state I did feel a bit upstaged. Hopefully going back to my dirty basement suite would appease the boyfriend of the royal Perish Dekker. Would he still smile and laugh with the scientist if I told him Perish smashed the skulls of the adorable deacon human babies?

I scowled as Perish handed him a yellow fruit, I didn’t even know what it was. He ate it happily in my mind he choked on it and died. Then Perish killed himself over his body with Killian’s Magnum. More blood everywhere, and maggots. That was becoming a theme all thanks to Killian’s ramblings of what he saw in his night terrors.