Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series Book 1)

by Quil Carter

  “Shut up, Reaver,” Killian sobbed. “It’s not funny.”

  Yeah, it was funny.

  Nero turned around and walked down the hallway. He had something in his hands. I smiled with glee as I realized he had hit Perish with the butt of his gun.

  “I don’t want to watch this.” Killian tried to get up, but I wasn’t leaving my TV show. I sat him back down and he stayed.

  The scientist stumbled after Nero, Perish was holding his jaw, blood leaking from between his fingers, leaving droplets on the white tile. He was shaky on his feet and looked dazed, wiping the blood onto his white lab coat.

  Nero walked back into the lab. He still had the gun in his hand.

  I could hear Perish screaming. I raised myself in my seat and watched as Nero cocked his gun. He was in front of the abomination. Perish came running and tried to pull the gun away from him. There was a struggle between the two. I could hear the whipwolf snarling and barking.

  Shoot him, Nero… shoot him.

  Nero decked Perish again and the scientist fell to the floor. A spray of red spewed from his mouth like spray paint, leaving a beautiful mosaic behind on the white tile. Nero turned to the pig-human’s enclosure and opened the door, and I heard and saw the gun go off five times.

  Perish screamed NO! at him, and I could hear Killian saying no under his breath over and over. More blood splattered on the Plexiglas and the whole room erupted into screams. The other abominations cried and ran around crazily in their cages.

  “You need to concentrate on the whipwolves, not these other fucking failures.” Nero’s lips said to Perish.

  I thought for a second he was going to shoot Perish. The scientist was in the cage holding one of the whipwolf babies in his arms.

  Nero watched in disgust, before turning to the spider creature. Perish let out another sob and begged him, though he didn’t move. Nero lowered his gun and shot the freak. I only saw a flail of limbs as it writhed and died.

  When Nero let off the last shot though, Perish grew some balls. I watched the scientist get up, put the pup down and deck Nero in the back of the head. His lips made the distinct ‘fuck you’ shape.

  Nero barely flinched. He turned around and gave Perish the most withering, life-ending glare ever.

  I smiled to myself, though I was too out of it to do much else. This was the best movie in the world. Perish stood there frozen, before he just booked it and ran. Killian started to cry.

  “You want him to live?” I said in an acid tone to Killian. “You don’t want Perish to die? Want to finger fuck him some more?” Killian cried harder. I knew I was being an asshole but my state didn’t allow me to care in that moment. My attention was fixed.

  Perish ran out of the lab. My heart jolted as Nero ran after him. Perish was going to die, I knew it.

  The scientist ran into his room out of the view of the camera, but I could see where Nero was. When the man darkened Perish’s bedroom doorway, I could hear Perish start to plead.

  “No, no, no…” Killian cried quietly.

  Nero threw Perish into the hallway, slamming him into the white walls. Perish broke down and put his hands over his head.

  “What’s made you so fucking confident, huh?” Nero roared. I could see a red welt on the back of Nero’s neck. He raised a hand and hit Perish hard on the mouth.

  My mouth dropped open when Nero ripped Perish’s shirt off. Perish cried but didn’t move. The next thing I saw was Nero taking off his fucking pants.

  “NO!” I had to put my hand over Killian’s mouth to muffle his scream. The hallway wasn’t far from here. We both watched as Nero took out his cock. Perish took one look at it and his face dissolved into tears.

  Oh… oh this was glorious.

  “Suck it, boss,” Nero snarled. He reached down and grabbed a fist full of Perish’s hair. He pushed Perish’s face into his crotch.

  The doctor sniffed and looked away, but he put one hand on Nero’s stiffening member and started stroking it. This was the best thing I had ever seen.

  “Put your mouth on it,” Nero commanded. Perish obeyed this time, and right in line with the video camera feed he started sucking Nero off.

  My focus shifted when Killian looked away.

  “Jealous? Should that be your cock in his mouth?” My low voice was taunting. The boy cowered down, and wiped his face with his sleeve.

  “You’re sleep-deprived, Reaver. Stop being such an asshole,” he whimpered. “You’re really mean when you haven’t slept or had any drugs.”

  “If it doesn’t bother you, then watch,” I commanded, turning my attention back to the screen. Perish’s mouth was bobbing up and down on Nero’s dick, tears streaming down his flushed face. Like the good little whore he was. Given different circumstances it would be Killian’s cock. The thought of that filled me with rage.

  It took a good ten minutes of sucking before Nero came. He gave out a stifled moan, and his hand on the back of Perish’s head gripped. That was the only way you knew. Perish didn’t let a drop slip out of his mouth. He had probably sucked off King Silas and his other chimera bastards too many times to count. He was probably a pro.

  I told Killian this but he was too busy trying to stop crying. I asked him if he wanted Perish to suck his cock and I think he called me an emotionless sociopath. Yeah, so I was? He knew what he was signing up for. Next time don’t shove your fingers in another guy’s ass.

  I was about to let Killian leave the chair, when there was a new flurry of desperate pleading. I looked at the screen again and saw Perish getting pulled out of his pants.

  My throat felt tight. The scientist started sobbing so hard he kept gagging. Nero had his pants off almost completely. I saw his fist rise and fall again and again on Perish’s face, until the crying stopped.

  The chimera scientist was dazed; he lay naked on his back. Nero bent over him, pressed Perish’s legs back… he grabbed the hard piece of flesh and mercilessly pushed it inside of Perish. Perish’s face opened in a soundless scream before, without pause, Nero started to roughly thrust in him.

  Killian tried to get up but I slammed him right back down. “Watch!” I snarled. “Watch your precious little scientist get raped.”

  “Fuck off, Reaver!” Killian cried, his breathing becoming short. “Why are you being so cruel to me? We won, we got the detonator. I got it for you, we know where the key is. I got what you asked.” He quietly cried, trying to muffle his own noises with a hand over his mouth. I kept holding onto him and watched Nero thrusting into Perish. The scientist was letting out sharp groans of pain with Nero’s quick and rapid jabs. He was rough, without restraint or lubricant, different from how Reno did it. The guy was ruthless, I could see blood on his cock.

  Every time Perish cried out I remembered him hitting me, taunting me, making me watch Killian wander around for days looking for me. Thinking I fucking abandoned him. Then later on telling me with such joy how he was going to fuck Killian.

  What now, Scientist? Not so tough now. He was only tough when his victims were caged and tied up. When he got dominated by someone stronger than him he crumbled. Now he was a squealing, pathetic piece of shit.

  And my boyfriend was bawling right with him.

  “Watch it, watch all of it,” I growled into his ear, holding him down still. My cock was twitching now, it was semi-hard and tingling with pleasure. I hadn’t been sexually aroused like this in a really long time. I felt myself pressing Killian down on me further – he wouldn’t notice.

  Perish puked twenty minutes into it, Nero had some stamina I would give him that. By the time he came, Perish was a twisted heap, on his side but with his ass exposed, blood freely running down his backside streaking on the floor. It looked like a murder scene.

  Nero got up and wiped his cock off on Perish’s lab coat, then walked to the lab without another word.

  I wished I could have met Nero under different circumstances. He was a man I could have some respect for. Nero Dekker was my new favourite person, th
ough he didn’t even know I existed.

  He killed those stupid creations, and he fucked the piece of shit that fondled my boyfriend and beat the fuck out of a chained and collared me.

  I looked at the back of Killian’s head as he cried.

  … and he was crying over him.

  I pushed Killian off me. The force of the blow had him falling on the floor. He brought himself up to a sitting position and backed up into a corner.

  “Reaver, I’m scared for you,” Killian whined. “You’re not yourself, baby. You’ve lost it. You’re not my Reaver.”

  I stared at him for a few moments; he stared back. His blue eyes were red and puffy and he was trembling. Looking at me with… fear? No. I was his boyfriend he had nothing to fear from me. He was scared that his new little fuck friend was in peril.

  Perish was crying in a pool of blood. Nero was in the lab. I found myself looking back at the screens.

  Let me out, Perish… let me out… I want your brain. I want to eat every bit of your flesh. I want to skin your cock off, and your balls. Maggots everywhere, huge, writhing slippery worms on thousands of legs.

  “I want to eat his brain, Killian,” I said out loud.

  Worms, long, white worms crawling around Perish as he dragged himself to his bedroom, leaving a streak of red coming out of his ass; I could see Nero’s cum dripping out too.

  Nero was gathering papers. His face turned into the deacon-human’s before he melted off screen. I looked at the light to blind the melting away from my eyes, before I watched more. I wouldn’t take my eyes off of the screen for long. I needed to be alert.

  Be alert, be alert, be alert.

  “Reaver!” Killian was sobbing. I felt his arms around me, but I was too busy watching the screens to push him away. “I love you, I love you. Please, acknowledge I’m here, can you see me?”

  Let me out, Perish.

  Let me out.

  Killian sobbed into my shirt.

  Hours went by, things melted, things bubbled. My eyes kept drying out and I had to remind myself to blink. Sometimes I think Killian reminded me. Perish was in bed; I heard the mattress squeak every once in a while when he shifted. I was more interested in watching the screen Nero was on. He was moving files and boxes of things with the soldiers.

  Nero took one last trip upstairs and found Perish in his room. Nero had a cigarette in his mouth

  “Master’s going to replace you soon, he’s already training your replacement.” Nero’s voice held no honesty to those threats, only cruel taunts. “So I would start finding a new place to live. You’re not welcome in Skyfall. We’re even planning on burning down your skyscraper.”

  “You’re lying. Silas wouldn’t do that to me,” Perish whimpered.

  “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

  There was the sound of a zipper and Perish started to plead again. This time I turned the audio down. I didn’t want to hear him getting raped again. That moment had passed.

  Should I still sodomize Perish even though Nero fucked him? It might make it hurt more, or less, I wasn’t sure how it worked. He might just be numb now.

  Peeling the skin off of his cock and slicing it off would work still. Nero didn’t touch his cock. I had seen it hard enough times to look forward to seeing it as a bloody limp piece of flesh, severed and lying on the cold floor.

  Killian would cry, but if he hated me for it I would never forgive him. He had pushed me to trust him with this, he had told me he was strong enough. The touching I could and would forgive, but I couldn’t forgive him actually feeling badly for Perish like this. This mad chimera was holding us captive, no matter how nice he seemed to Killian.

  Another hour bled into the last. Nero was gone and Perish was just moving around in his bedroom.

  I looked at the screens I had turned off days ago. The feeds that surrounded the city. I reached over and quickly turned on the one in front of our apartment buildings. The quad was still there.

  I paused though, I blinked my eyes hard to make sure it wasn’t a hallucination.

  The bags had been moved around. One was even on the ground. I made sure Killian wasn’t looking and turned on the other screen.

  The sleep deprivation shot right out of me.

  I could see Greyson and Leo walking down the street, their guns slung over their shoulders. I didn’t recognize the place enough to know exactly where. They were weaving through cars. They looked… they did not look good. Their body language was slumped, their eyes were sad. How long had they been looking for us?

  How long had it been?

  I turned the screens off. I felt tempted to break them so Perish wouldn’t be able to see, but I suspected it would be safe. Nero was long gone now, and if they were in the area that Nero and his group were they would’ve taken them by now.

  Suddenly Perish was on screen again. He was walking down the hallway to where we were. I was surprised to see he had a gun in his hand.

  This made me anxious, I looked around for something I could defend Killian and me with but all I could think of was the chair. I moved the metal around when I felt Killian put his hand on me. He slipped me a scalpel.

  Right his fucking satchel bag.

  I slipped the scalpel into my pants and stood on the other side of the door. I had my finger over the scalpel when the door opened.

  “Killian, come with me, okay?” Perish said quietly.

  “Why… why do you have a gun?” Killian asked nervously.

  I saw Perish hand the gun to Killian. The boy looked down at it wide-eyed.

  “Come with me.”

  Killian shot me a sideways glance, and he walked out the door. I lunged at the closing door as he left and stuck my hand into the gap. I gave a grimace of pain as it closed over my fingers, but I held it open.

  I waited until I saw them enter the laboratory downstairs before I slipped out the door. For the first time in days, I was free. No chains, no detonator, with Perish and Killian busy. I needed to find my fucking gun, the key to this collar, and my knives.

  It was payback time.

  Chapter 25

  Killian

  “Perry… you’re bleeding,” I said as he slid his card to open his laboratory door. The whipwolf, still alive, screamed and barked at us, but Perish ignored him.

  The scientist tightened his coat over himself and wrung his hands. “I hate Nero, I hate his kind.”

  The doctor walked over to the gnasher and put a hand on its head. It was a crumpled mass of limbs, all folded around itself. It was stone dead, just like the pig-human in the other enclosure.

  He sat back up again and took my hand. “Come, I have a surprise for you.”

  We went into the hallway again. I thought we were going to go back up the stairs but Perish stopped in front of the side door, the one he had told me not to go into. He let out a breath and slipped in his card, the green light appeared and he opened the door.

  The smell immediately took me back to the Slaught House in Aras, and when Perish turned the lights on I realized why.

  Because it pretty much was.

  There were rows and rows of metal cages against a concrete wall. All of them were filled with arians, not rats… arians.

  “Please! Let us go!” I looked over to see an older man with a long greasy beard flecked with grey. “Tell him to let us go, boy, please.”

  I looked at him and gasped. His leg had been completely severed off, but from how clean the stitches were it looked like it had been surgically done.

  “Help, please!” A lady my age put her hand through the cage to grab me. Perish saw this and to my shock he raised his gun and shot her in the head. I screamed as the woman stumbled back and fell into the back bars of the cage. The room exploded in desperate hollering and the metal rattle of bars and chains.

  Perish picked up a metal bar and banged the cages to quiet them down, yelling at them to shut up as he did. His voice had changed, his face had changed. I had never seen him so unhinged and angry. I stared bewi
ldered, feeling a cold snake slither its way up my spine, leaving frigid water in its place.

  I took a step back, willing myself the nerve to turn around and leave.

  But before I could convince myself the scientist took my arm and pulled me further into the room. The arians were all stretching out their hands trying to grab me. Their desperate flailing limbs poking through the bars looked like worms crawling from something rotten. Most of them were missing arms and legs, some missing ears, noses and eyes. It was a horrific and gruesome sight.

  This couldn’t be real. It was against Silas’s own law in Skyfall to use arians as food unless they had committed a crime against the Legion or Skyfall. And though we were in the greywastes Skytech was run from Skyfall. These people looked like normal arians, people you would see in Aras. I could see children, I could see families.

  These people were normal.

  Just scavengers.

  This is why Donnely was empty; this is why everything was so intact. Perish imprisoned anyone who came to Donnely to scavenge; that’s what he had done to us. Only I… I was different.

  I tried to move away from the hands that kept grabbing at me, I tried to steel myself against their pleas. They were crying, begging… these were our people. These weren’t rats, these people… were just like me. Captured illegally and condemned to be food.

  What I would have done to have had someone help me when I had been enslaved.

  “Please, Perish, let them go,” I begged.

  The scientist was opening a cage. I wiped my eyes and looked inside to see what he was doing. My jaw hit the floor.

  The two legionaries, Martin Peele and Jake Geist, were staring back at me. Just as shocked to see me as I was to see them.

  The gun clicked and the room went silent. Perish reached over and took a dog snare from the concrete wall. I could see rows and rows of tools from where he had pulled it down.

  Torture tools.

  Saws, scalpels, needles, forceps, knives, pinchers, rods, and at the end, another door with blood smeared on the knob.