Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series Book 1)

by Quil Carter

  My mind swam, it was fuzzy, shifting, swirling continuum of violent thoughts and dark oaths.

  I hadn’t slept in five days.

  I wouldn’t sleep until we were safe. What if something happened while I slept? What if Killian needed me to distract him?

  I looked down at my shackles. The skin was rubbed off and bloody. The chains around my waist had broken the skin now too. Too much twisting, chaffing, pulling. I had bloodied myself trying to escape.

  Inject him with everything… he spent hours in his lab fiddling with embryos, fetuses, his abominations. Hours looking into microscopes, spinning vials in machines and pouring glass tubes filled with liquid into one another. He had fridges and fridges full of liquid he would inject into things, severed body parts kept alive by machines, where he got them I wasn’t sure.

  I would inject him with some of them and see what happens. Maybe Killian would know by then how to keep him alive by the machines.

  Oh, that was a nice prospect…

  Take him alive, Reaver. Make it slow.

  Slowly over time.

  Yes, that was another idea.

  I shifted around, my back ached from sitting so much. I wanted to lie down but I refused myself. Alert at all times, focused at all times. Watch Killian, watch his body language, watch his lips move. No sound on but I could read lips. He was being nice, yeah, play nice… play nice. Do what you need to do to keep him happy and GET… THE… DETONATOR, GET THE KEY.

  The door opened.

  “Want to watch a movie?”

  His voice was small, weak… but okay. He was okay.

  I think I nodded.

  The scientist was beside me. I could grab him, I could strangle him, I could kill him. I could… I should…

  Killian grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I looked at him and he looked at me back with worry. He was worried about me, I probably looked like shit.

  I squeezed back.

  I sat down and stared forward. As Perish got food for his new boyfriend, Killian made a small noise, like he was holding back a sob. I turned to him. He was looking at me scared, he was scared… for me? I turned away from him, I found an aquarium with colourful fish inside. I had never seen such colours on a fish. I watched them swim.

  Perish gave me some white fluffy shit that tasted like salty oil. Called it popcorn. He reminded me to behave. I watched the fish. The popcorn tasted good.

  Force feed him until his stomach splits open.

  The movie turned on, but my mind kept going to a million different places. I kept forgetting to eat.

  Sometime during the movie I looked at Perish. “I have to piss.”

  Perish was entranced in the stupid movie, he turned to me but his eyes were still on the screen. “It’s impossible for that to happen, eventually the universe would tear itself apart. From dark matter maybe. I’ve always wanted to learn about dark matter.”

  “Perish, I need to take a piss.”

  “I’ll take him.” Killian rose to his feet, before taking a nonchalant look at Perish. “Can I have the detonator in case he tries something, Perry?”

  Killian’s heart lurched and so did mine as, without turning his eyes away from the TV, Perish reached into his lab coat and gave Killian the fucking detonator.

  Killian gaped at him for a split second, before thanking him. “Let’s go, asshole,” he said to me, grabbing onto my waist chain. I let him drag me until I was behind Perish, then I pulled away. I was ready to break the scientist’s fucking arms.

  “No, let’s go,” Killian hissed so quietly only I could hear it. I felt like breaking his arms in that fucking moment but I let him drag me out of the room.

  When the door closed and we got a few feet away, he let out a muffled squeal and threw his arms around me. He kissed me hard on the lips and I was surprised to feel tongue for the first time. I pulled away from him, not in the damn mood.

  “Let me go in there so I can fucking end this,” I said in a dead tone.

  Killian cowered back, offended that I wouldn’t accept his kiss. Deal with it, Killian.

  “Reaver… hear me out.” Killian put his hands on either side of my face. Once again I pushed him away. “Do you know who Nero is?”

  “No,” I said. I walked towards the bathrooms. I hadn’t lied, I needed to piss badly.

  “He’s Perish’s brother, another chimera and he’s coming in three days to check on Perish. If he comes and sees that Perish is dead. He’s going to–” Killian grabbed my arm but once again I jerked it away. I walked into the bathroom. “He’s going to know, and find us. If we do it after… Reaver, listen to me.”

  “Look away, unless you’re used to seeing dick now,” I said in the same dead voice. I took my cock out of my pants and started to piss. I could hear Killian start to cry. I wasn’t in the fucking mood for this at all so I let him.

  “Reaver, if we wait until the fifteenth, Nero won’t be back for another three months.”

  “That’s two and a half days,” I said, shaking my dick and putting it back into my boxers. “So you want his cock, huh?”

  I was surprised to see Killian’s face crumpled in agony, he was really crying now.

  I felt a small pang of guilt seep through the cracks of my dark and morbid mind. Poor little thing was shaking.

  I kneeled down beside him, and took the detonator from him gently. “He… he hasn’t touched you, has he?”

  Killian shook his head. I knew he hadn’t, his body language had said no, but I think he wanted me to ask. To… care.

  “He took his pants off before bed, and I flipped out and he put them on and apologized.” 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 that I know I’ll get him to let me out to get the Xanax,” Killian whispered. “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 sat chained, beaten, and bloody would 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 then I pushed him up against the wall and pressed my cut and bloodied lips against his. I put my hand on his backside and pulled him close to me. Opening my mouth I found his tongue and licked it, moving my mouth over his lips as our tongues played with one another. It was the first time we had kissed like that. I wished 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 as I turned away from him. “In four days we’ll be back in Aras,” he said. “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 won’t let him touch me.”

  I lo
oked 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 won’t 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.

  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 wall. He turned at my approach.

  “I think I know where he keeps the collars,” Killian whispered. I tucked the detonator behind one of the TV screens in my surveillance room as we walked back. “I’ll try and find a replacement detonator for him and see if I can find the keys. He has a huge shelving unit in the kitchen and I think I’ve seen them in there.”

  The kid ducked away and I slowly made my way back to the living room. Perish’s eyes were glued to the TV screen 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. Perish didn’t seem to notice how long Killian had been gone for.

  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 doe 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 won’t be trying anything anymore,” I mumbled as I sat back down in my chair. I turned away from him and towards the TVs. I hated having to say that, but I had to try and get his guard down.

  Perish put his hand on the back of the chair and 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 on the jaw. He fell backwards, screaming 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, then squeezed them. His hands shot up to the binds, white knuckles gripping hard as he tried to pry them off. He tore 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, and 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, 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 and, with that, my reality came back.

  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. I was gripping it so hard 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 screens, 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 mind.

  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 people we ate. 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 would keep him alive and cut his head 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 a life time opportunity.

  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, prominent. I would eat those next, raw. Maybe the last thing those eyes would see would be my teeth biting into them.

  I always liked the pop.

  The scientist stayed there 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 the snores were joined by Perish’s.

  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 slept next to his capture. In my mind I would make the little creatures 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 motherfucker. I wish it was trainable, it would put our deacons to shame.

  Then there was the human-centipede that died, the scientist 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 were 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 whereas Killian’s was 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 area, 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 h
ot. 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.

  Shit, Greyson… Leo… Killian and I had been gone for… what was it? Four extra days now?. 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, everything untouched. Did my pseudo dads 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, though even if they did come it’s not like they would be able to find us.

  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 liked learning that 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 vials 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 Perish’s.

  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, with Perish killing himself over his body with Killian’s own Magnum. More blood everywhere, and maggots. That was becoming a theme, all thanks to Killian’s ramblings during his night terrors.