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When Was? (Book 2): Who Are You Acquainted With?

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by Krueger, Allison


  John shook his head and began crying harder. “Do it to me! Cut me! PLEASE!” Tears ran down his face and snot bubbled in his nose.

  Morgan grabbed John by the back of the head and held his face down between her legs. “LOOK! LOOK AT THAT, JOHN! THAT IS YOUR FUCKING KID,” he shouted, letting go of him and sliding the machete back on his belt. “Keep trying to fuck me, and you’ll be fucking that!”

  John scurried back from Rachel and looked up at Morgan. “Please-”

  Morgan swung his foot into John’s stomach, knocking him on his back.

  “Fuck it, if you won't, I’ll fuck her baby maker up a bit.”

  Getting in front of Rachel, Morgan grinned. “If you had balls, they’d be comin’ out your mouth!” He kicked as hard as he could, driving his boot into Rachel’s crotch with such force he moved her.

  Morgan grabbed John by the neck of his shirt and back of his pants. Hoisting him up, Morgan lifted John in the air and slammed him down on top of Rachel.

  “THIS IS THE FIRST AND LAST TIME I REPEAT MYSELF! YOU BELONG, TO ME! YOU WORK, FOR ME! AND YOU LIVE, FOR ME!

  “My boys are gonna go through here now and take damn near everything else! Most of your guns, most of your food, and hell, if you got a sharp rock, we’re taking that too! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

  John rolled off Rachel, holding the back of his head as she held her crotch, with tears running down her cheeks.

  “GOD DAMNIT, LOOK AT ME!” Morgan kicked John in the chest, knocking him on his back. “DO YOU UNDERTSAND?”

  “YES! I UNDERSTAND!” John bawled, wanting nothing more than to make sure Rachel was alright.

  Slowly, a grin spread across Morgan’s face. “I hope you got your shittin’ pants on.”

  Walking to John’s right side, he crouched down and slid the hatchet from his belt. “’Cause you’re about to flood your town with the amount of shit you’re about to shit.”

  Getting on a knee, Morgan held out John’s right arm. “Maybe this’ll teach you that Morgan fucking Williams does NOT fuck around!”

  He swung the hatchet with all his force, chopping through John’s arm, severing it below the elbow.

  Time felt like it stopped as John screamed at the top of his lungs, staring at the broken bone protruding from the lower half of his arm.

  Still half naked, Rachel fought through the pain and grabbed John, attempting to help him up. “You’re gonna be alright!”

  Morgan booted Rachel in the ribs, knocking her to the ground. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHO WE ARE, AND WHAT WE ARE? WHO I AM, AND WHAT I AM?”

  John screamed as loud as he could, “YES.”

  Kneeling in the pool of blood, Rachel took John’s belt off and wrapped it around his arm, tightening it to stop the bleeding.

  “Davey, Crandal, Shultz! Get our pal John to the hospital, he is so not dying on us yet.”

  A group of men rushed over and carried John away.

  “If he dies, I am gonna be one unhappy camper!”

  Looking around the circle, Norman caught Morgan’s eye. “And now you!”

  Morgan grinned and rubbed his hands together as he approached Norman. Grabbing him by the arm holes of his vest, he pulled him up and stared him dead in the eyes. “Here’s how this is gonna work.”

  “John’s gonna kill you.”

  Morgan shook his head. “Let me finish speaking before I cut your tongue out and shove it up your ass.”

  Norman glared at him and glanced at Rachel.

  “You’re being Re-Acquainted. You’ll be the only Re-Acquainted! And you’ll thank me for not having you killed today.”

  Morgan got in Normans face. Their noses pressed together as they stared into each other's eyes. “You have come SO fucking close to death’s door, that it isn’t, even, funny.”

  A couple hours later, after the Acquainted finished looting Argentina of all its supplies and resources, Morgan stopped by the hospital.

  “You still awake, One-Eye?”

  “Of course, I wouldn’t wanna miss ya,” he said sarcastically as he sat up in his hospital bed.

  “God DAMN I like that. I kill a bunch of your people, get you up close and personal with your daughters pussy, I cut your fucking arm off, and here you are, being polite as hell.” Morgan laughed as he got in John’s face. “You tried to be all dominant and shit, and today I showed you just why that is NOT gonna work. You are my bitch, John. We’re taking Norman, you’re done dog sitting. We’ll be back in a few days, I also had my boys take care of the bodies, just to show there’s no hard feelings.”

  “What’d you do with them?”

  “We burned them.”

  “We bury our own-”

  “EXCUSE ME! You stabbed me in the fucking leg and jumped me, not once, but twice. Once when my god damn back was turned. I was kind enough not to not kill your wife and kid like I did to your friends, the least you can say, is, THANK YOU.”

  He exhaled, staring daggers at him. “You’re right. Thank you, Morgan.”

  “Any time, John! Any. Time!”

  “Where’s my daughter?”

  “She’s fine, she went back home with her sister after I told her not to go anywhere fucking near this place while I’m visiting. I wanted to have some alone time with you, one leader to another... So let’s say? What? Three days? Does that work with you?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t need you to answer that.” Morgan laughed. Walking away, he stopped at the door. “If it makes you feel any better, underneath that giant pussy, you’ve got two little girl sized nuts... Three days, Johnny, fuck up like you did today and everybody's gonna die. Keep that in mind. See you then.”

  Back outside, Rachel stopped one of Morgan’s men. “Is your boss still in the hospital?”

  “Look behind you, dumbass.”

  Turning around, Rachel bumped into Morgan. “I’m going to the hospital to see John now.”

  “Fuck yeah you are. How’s your lady bits? I kicked you pretty fuckin’ hard.”

  “I’m fine.”

  As Rachel went to walk away, Morgan grabbed her arm. “How old are you?”

  “Why’s it matter?”

  “Loopholes, I don’t kill kids and to tell you the truth, I don’t know how I should feel for kicking the ever-loving fuck outta you.”

  “I’m fifteen.”

  “Fuck! Right on the border, huh? Sixteen's when I say time to play hard ball. That’s good to know, if your daddy backs that up I’ll back off until you’re a little older. Now don’t get the wrong idea, the Acquainted doesn’t kill anybody they don’t have to and we sure as fuck don’t kill kids. What Hershel did to your brother is unforgivable... Now go, see your dad. And when you’re there, you tell him he still owes my ass a kiss!” Morgan said, patting Rachel on the back.

  Turning around, Rachel was pushed back to Morgan by Hershel. “Sweet baby Jesus, girly, that was one hell of a show!”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, damn I couldn’t stand it, lookin’ at that pretty kitty of yours and not stickin’ my-”

  “HERSHEL,” Morgan snapped. “What in the fuck do you want?”

  “I heard my name, just wonderin’ if you needed somethin’, Boss.”

  “What you heard was me talking to-” He stopped and looked down at her.

  “Rachel.”

  “That’s it!” He grinned and looked back to Hershel. “What you heard was me talking to Rachel about her baby brother! The little boy you murdered. You walked out on that Cascadian horror show stage, and you sunk that fucking hatchet right into that poor little boy’s head.”

  “It was a heat of the moment thing, Boss.”

  Morgan grabbed Rachel’s ass and shook the revolver she had tucked away in the back of her pants.

  He looked at her and spoke softly, “Your lady-dick nice and hard?”

  She glared at him.

  He grabbed he revolver and moved it up and down. “I said,” he said, looking to Hershel. “Is your lady-dick nic
e and hard.”

  She stepped aside as Morgan grabbed her ass again. “Go ahead, kid.”

  Reaching behind her back, she slowly pulled out her revolver and stared at Morgan.

  “Don’t look at me! This is all you,” he said with a smile as Hershel frantically looked between the two.

  She aimed for Hershel’s face and pulled the hammer back.

  “OH WHAT THE FUCK? Come on, Bill! This isn’t funny, man!”

  Getting down on one knee to be on Rachel’s level, Morgan put his arm around her and rested his heavy hand on her shoulder. “This, is the man who murdered a baby boy. That baby boy, being your baby brother.” He looked at Rachel as she looked at him. “You loved him, a lot, didn’t you? Being a big sister, taking care of him.” He turned his sights to Hershel. “And then this man raped mommy, and shoved his dirty ol’ fingers, inside little ol’ you. Go ahead, kid. Show me just how massive your lady-cock is.”

  Staring Morgan dead in the eyes, Rachel shot Hershel in the stomach, making him fall to the ground.

  “YOU COCK SUCKER, MORGAN,” Hershel cried, grabbing his wound.

  “BOYS! GET HERSHEL,” Morgan shouted. “HE ISN'T DYING TODAY!”

  Rachel gulped as she slid her revolver back in her pants. “You told me to.”

  “Is that it?” he asked, standing back up. “Is that really all you wanted to do to him? Because I don’t think it is.”

  “...No.”

  “Well why didn’t you finish?” he asked as some Acquainted grabbed Hershel and ran him to the truck.

  “Because, Carl’s John’s kid. I’ll let him have Hershel.”

  Morgan licked his bottom lip and grinned. “And who does that leave you with?”

  She stared him dead in the eyes and raised a brow. “Who do you think?”

  Morgan busted out laughing. “Fuck I like you! God damn! That look you just gave me and that fucking line, Jesus, kid, that was fucking badass! Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta make sure ol’ shit cake Hershel’s okay. He’s a nasty son of a bitch, but he’s still got some use to us. Now go see your daddy, because the day’s gonna come, when he won’t.”

  Running to the hospital, Rachel rushed in to see John.

  “Rachel?" He asked, turning his head from the window.

  “Hey.” Walking in, Rachel sat in the chair beside his bed.

  “We’re gonna stop them...”

  Rachel held John’s hand and stared at his bandaged stump.

  “We will. We just need a plan...” He leaned his head back and sighed, remembering it was only him left on the council. “...I just need a plan.”

  “I’m sorry about your arm.”

  “...And I’m sorry for everything else.”

  “You tried your best, I didn’t see anybody else jumping up to save the day.”

  “I tried? Didn’t you see me whinin’ at that man’s feet? I was afraid he might kill you.”

  Rachel held his hand tighter. “...What did Zander say about your arm?”

  As John opened his mouth, a head came crashing through the window, it was Billie's father, Robert.

  “What the hell, Morgan!”

  A man outside laughed. “It wasn’t Morgan!”

  • • •

  That night, the Ohio Base.

  “Hiya, Normy!” Morgan smiled, walking up to Norman’s cell in the cool dark jail area of the base.

  Norman was sitting on the dirty concrete floor in the corner of the cell. Completely naked, he looked up at Morgan and scowled.

  “Do you know what I did yesterday? A man took a swing at me so I kicked his ass and sent him to be skinned alive.”

  He nodded and spit. “Sounds rough.”

  “John should have been killed too, but we’ll get to that some other time.” He grinned. “I just have one question for you, Normy. Why did you run? From your Acquainted brothers and sisters. You abandoned, ME. YOUR FAMILY!... I just need to know, why?”

  “...Wasn’t my way. Stealin’s one thing, killin’ a bunch of innocent folks’ another.” Norman held his hand down, letting a cricket jump on his palm. “But if I ever get the chance, I’m gonna kill you.”

  “Wrong answer,” he said, pulling a stun gun from his jacket. “Now I have another question for you, and by fuck you better answer this one correctly! Who, the fuck. Are you Acquainted with?”

  Norman put the bug down and glared at him. “Argentina. With John.”

  “Ohhh, that was SO the wrong fucking answer. Norm- unless you’re ready to be Re-Acquainted, you’re gonna be eating a WHOOOLE lot of shit. And you will most certainly learn to LOVE the taste of it!”

  Chapter 4:

  Run Away Dog

  The next morning, Argentina.

  John woke to find the two hospital beds pushed beside each other. In the bed beside his was Rachel. To his left was Kesler, her arm was wrapped around him and his arm was behind her head.

  He turned his head to see Rachel, writing in a heavy black book. “Hey,” he said as he rubbed his eye. “Stay here all night?”

  She looked at him and nodded. “Most of it. So how’s your arm?”

  “Could be worse... I mean it hurts like hell, but I’m still breathin’... Can’t say the same for Tom and Logan...” John turned and stared at Kesler, fast asleep. “So, you gonna tell Billie, or should I?”

  “I don’t know, I mean we’re kind of dating? I think? So maybe she’d rather hear it from me- but you’re the leader, so? God...”

  John looked at her and laughed.

  “What?”

  “I was about to put my arm around you...” He shook his head as he laid back. “So what’s goin’ on with you two anyway?”

  She shrugged. “She kinda reminds me of Trin...”

  “...I’m sick of losin’ people,” he muttered.

  • • •

  The Ohio Base.

  Morgan opened his eyes and sat up in his bed full of naked women. “It is good being the king!” He laughed, slapping a woman’s ass. “Fuck yes it is,” he said as he climbed out of bed.

  As Morgan stood at the foot of his bed, admiring his collection, Hershel began pounding on the door. “Boss!”

  “For fuck-” Walking over to the door, Morgan threw it open. “What?”

  “Boss-” He looked down. “Oh fuck, come on,” he yelled, staring at Morgan’s crotch.

  “It’s impolite to stare, Hershey.”

  Hershel looked at the ceiling. “Norman got out.”

  Morgan slammed the door and grabbed a pair of pants. “He what?” Sliding them on he stormed out into the hallway with Hershel. “What in the fuck do you mean, Norman got out?”

  “He escaped, nobody seems to know how, his cell was just open!”

  Staring at him for a moment, he lowered his brows and gritted his teeth. “And how do you think that happened?”

  “I don’t know how he did it, I went to check on his cell and the door was wide open!”

  Morgan took a deep inhale and glared at him. “You know what that smells like?” He took another deep breath and got in his face. “It smells like a serious pot of bullshit.”

  “Boss-”

  He threw Hershel against the wall, his hand wrapped around his throat. “How did he escape?” he shouted, throwing him to the floor.

  “I don’t know!” he cried, holding the back of his head.

  “How did your brother escape from the Acquainted on night number fucking one!” He swung his foot into Hershel’s stomach.

  He bawled as Morgan drove his boot into his crotch. “I’m sorry,” he wailed.

  “What? Sorry for what?” he asked, lifting Hershel to his feet.

  “Come on, man, he’s my brother! I can’t watch you do that!”

  “Let me ask you something, Hersh. How the fuck did you expect this to go? This isn’t the first time this happened, and what? You regret what you did and thought you should be the first person to tell me? After fucking lying to me! Thought maybe all would be forgiven and we’d all go ou
t for ice cream?”

  “I thought maybe you’d understand!”

  Morgan smiled and shook his head. “Now Hershel, I think you know me better than that.”

  Morgan punched him across the face and kneed him in the stomach.

  Throwing him to the floor, Morgan shouted, “You back stabbed me for the last fucking time!”

  He picked Hershel up by his shirt and pants and swung him down the hall, to the small set of stairs.

  Storming over to him, he lifted Hershel over his head by the armpits and threw him down onto the balcony, overlooking the factory floor.

  “I thought you were better than this, Hershel. Was I wrong?”

  Hershel spit up blood and cried. “No, Boss, you’re never wrong!”

  “Funny, because I think I was wrong.” Morgan jumped on Hershel’s stomach, causing him to throw up. “Je-zuz-FUCK! How did that feel?” He laughed.

  Morgan lifted Hershel up and beat his face off the railing, destroying his teeth. “You lie, you rape, and you bite the hand that fucking feeds you! Enough is a-fuckin'-nough!”

  Morgan swung Hershel over the railing and held him in the air by the neck. “ONE REASON! GIVE ME ONE REASON NOT TO DROP YOUR SORRY ASS!”

  “I’m loyal,” Hershel screamed, holding onto Morgan’s arm and spitting up blood. “I’m Acquainted!”

  Morgan smiled and pulled Hershel back up. “That’s one reason,” he said, swinging him against the wall. “But,” he said, turning him around. “Your reason’s not good enough.”

  Taking the machete off his belt, Morgan drove it though Hershel’s back. “BACK STABBING A BACK STABBER! I COULDN’T THINK OF A MORE IRONIC WAY TO GO!” Morgan yanked the machete up, spilling Hershel’s organs onto the floor and raining blood upon the workers below.

  Walking around the corner, an Acquainted gagged. “I guess now is a bad time.”

  “Not at all!” He let out a laugh. “What do you want, Zion?”

  “That,” he said, pointing at the body. “That was Hershel.”

  “Well it was, yes. It was also a back stabbing prick who rapes women, fingers kids, and kills babies. Good fighter, but I don’t consider it a big loss, now what in the fuck do you want?”

 

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