Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series Book 1)

by Quil Carter

“Fuck me, Reaver,” I gasped. I smiled as I heard him groan at my dirty talk. He might know how to control the residents in the block, and the enforcers, but I was learning little tricks on how to control him.

  His face was near mine and his arms on either side of my head, my legs hooked over them. He was breathing hard raspy breaths as his groin slammed into me. It hurt like the first time we’d had sex, even with me relaxing, but I tried to bite through it. This was his day, not mine, and I had riled him up. It was my doing so I had to push through it.

  This is what being fucked by a chimera felt like. The realization sent a cold rush of adrenaline through me. I sunk my fingernails into his back and scratched him down to his stomach. My backside was throbbing with every quick hammering jab, not a second of rest between thrusts under my chimera boyfriend’s intensity.

  I closed my eyes, feeling my body shift back and forth as I took all of him into me. I helped stem the pain going through my backside with my fingernails digging into him, it helped though the pain never left.

  Eventually, with a strained gasp and a loud moan, Reaver came inside of me. I started stroking myself to finish myself off but after a few seconds Reaver took over and started stroking me himself.

  Then his mouth. His long slender body allowed him more flexibility than even mine. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and saw him arched over, his cock still throbbing inside of me, and his mouth taking in almost half my dick.

  I orgasmed in his mouth and he swallowed it eagerly, his mouth running up and down my shaft. When he raised himself he started thrusting inside of me again.

  I was already sore but I didn’t want to disappoint him. His cum made it a bit easier at least.

  He dove into me hard, both of us sweating now and hot even though it was grey and overcast outside. His skin was hot and clammy, pressed up against mine. His black hair tickled my forehead, his breath a pulsing stream against my cheek. Our moans were rhythmic and in sync with one another. I felt myself get lost in time.

  Then a sharp stab of pain, worse than the onslaught the thrusts had originally brought.

  I winced and tried to pull back as I felt the pain rip up my spine. Reaver didn’t notice though. I tried to pull back again but he wasn’t paying attention. I clenched my teeth to try and get through the pain but now my noises were starting to resemble painful cries. With a particularly hard thrust, Reaver’s cock tore me again. I cried out feeling myself clench and shudder, then let out a clenched scream as a third ferocious tear ripped through my backside. I grabbed his shoulders tight and tried to push him.

  “Reaver… slow down,” I said through my teeth. He kissed me but he didn’t slow down very much.

  I let out another cry, and tried to push him off me. “Reaver, get off!” I felt the first flare of being uncomfortable and almost trapped underneath my boyfriend. It had never happened before, so immediately anxiety started flooding to my heart.

  Suddenly there was a yell. This time Reaver did stop, but as he turned around I was shocked out of my mind to see he was literally being ripped off and out of me.

  I screamed as Greyson threw Reaver onto the floor. Reaver shot to his feet so quickly he seemed to defy gravity. He looked just as surprised as I was.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Reaver yelled, quickly putting his pants on.

  Greyson’s chest was heaving, his eyes were on fire. I had never seen him look like this before. Leo was in the doorway, his face tallow and his eyes holding a wild fear that told me even he didn’t know what was going on. They both were still dressed in their travelling clothes, and even still had their guns on their backs.

  “What the fuck is wrong with ME?!” Greyson roared he pointed towards the square. “What the fuck did you do? What the fuck did you do! Seven fucking people? Seven? You murdered seven of my fucking people in the square?”

  Reaver didn’t stand down, his eyes were a blaze of black flames. He got right into Greyson’s face. “I didn’t fucking murder anyone; they lit their own fucking torches.”

  The mayor turned around. He took off his hat and threw it at Leo. His partner visibly cringed as he watched the hat smack up against the wall. “Three days… Leo, three days we left him alone!” Greyson screamed at Leo.

  Leo clenched his teeth, he looked like he was in agony. To my surprise he yelled back. “You fucking think he’s ready now? I told you this would happen. I’ve been telling you for twenty years!”

  Oh my god, I knew what they were talking about. They didn’t know I knew, but I understood.

  Greyson let out another angry yell and kicked a table, it broke and fell to the floor. I cowered, my back hitting the wall behind the bed. I was still trying to get my pants on.

  “We have a democracy here! You tyrannical little fuck!” Greyson turned around back to where Reaver was still standing. “You know what your little party is going to cost our block? I’m surprised they didn’t fucking eat YOU!”

  I cowered as Reaver laughed. I started to cry. I was scared… no, I was terrified. Are you stupid Reaver? Don’t laugh at him… oh my god.

  “Eat me? They cheered my fucking name, you slacking asshole. They begged me to fucking kill them, all of them,” Reaver snarled. “Didn’t you hear them? I’m a fucking god to them. They’re mine to command.”

  Greyson stared at him, his chest still rising and falling. Leo got up and stepped in front of Greyson, pushing on his chest. “Please, please calm down… please, Grey. It’s been a long day, please. I’m begging you.”

  “Listen to your husband, Greyson,” Reaver said coldly, “or I might get them to burn you too.”

  I expected Greyson to start yelling again, but a hushed silence fell over the room. Greyson was shaking with rage; he raised a hand and pointed it at Reaver.

  “The biggest mistake I have ever made was bringing you to Aras,” Greyson said lowly.

  “Greyson!” Leo said harshly. He tried to push Greyson away but Greyson put a hand on his shoulder and roughly pushed him against the wall. He walked up to Reaver until they were nose to nose. “I should have left you to your fate, Chance. You heartless, soulless, motherless bastard.” Greyson’s voice was a dark hollow cave. I watched as he pointed to the bed. “And a fucking rapist too.”

  Shocked and confused, my gaze turned from Greyson and Reaver to the bed. I felt sick when I saw their sheets streaked with blood. My blood.

  “Not even you can convince me that you didn’t hear him begging for you to stop, because as soon as we walked into the fucking house we all could.”

  All eyes burrowed into me but Reaver’s; he was staring at the bed. His confident and defiant face had disappeared with the realization of what he’d done. I watched as his eyes travel from the bed, to my pants. I could feel the wet blood between my legs and I knew they could all see it.

  I felt like I had swallowed a bunch of thorns. Their eyes had paralyzed me.

  “That wasn’t what was happening,” I stumbled. I felt my neck go hot as the next words left my mouth. “We were just… role-playing.”

  Greyson’s steel eyes burrowed into me. “You have him that scared of you already? You trained your cicaro well I see.”

  My eyes burned. I felt shame well up in me. Reaver might not know what that meant but I did and Greyson knew it. I lowered my gaze and heard an angry hiss from the mayor’s mouth.

  “Greyson…” Leo’s voice was pleading. “I’m sure…”

  Greyson silenced him with a glare. “No, you’re right, Leo. You were right all along. He’ll never be ready, he’ll never look past his own selfish fucking needs. Not even Killian could do it. I was wrong and I give up. He was a waste of time.” Greyson turned to leave, but he stopped again. With his face hard and his eyes still ablaze, he said what I never thought I would hear Greyson say. “Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my town.”

  Before I could react, Reaver laughed again. The guilt and shock I had seen sweep his face when he noticed my blood was gone. “Good, I always wanted to leave
this shit hole. I hear Skyfall is nice this time of year.”

  Oh fuck, Reaver. You don’t know what you’re saying…

  I watched Greyson’s hand clench the door frame. I think Reaver was trying to call his bluff and he knew it. He had the look of a cornered animal, and I knew the next thing out of his mouth wouldn’t be good.

  And it wasn’t.

  “Killian is staying here, with us. Jeff left him under my protection. If you take him out of my town, I will have you shot on sight.”

  I thought Reaver was going to snap, I thought he was going to kill Greyson… but instead he smiled. Nothing indicated that he was rattled by Greyson’s words. Not his casual, confident body language, not his smiling face, or his blazing obsidian eyes.

  My chimera…

  “Leo is staying here, with us. As the new leader of Aras I am exiling you from my town. If you take him out of my town, I will ha-”

  I screamed as Greyson raised his fist and punched Reaver in the head. Then time seemed to slow around us.

  The surprise caught Reaver off-guard. I watched as my chimera fell backwards and slammed against the wall. To my horror Greyson jumped on him and started strangling him.

  Before I could even think I felt my mouth open. I screamed for the only person I could think of. Reno.

  Leo was now on top of Greyson trying to pull him off the chimera he had stolen. Reaver had his hands on Greyson’s, trying to pry his grip from his neck but the mayor’s grasp was tightened steel. I got up and tried to pull the leader off of Reaver too but he was a fortress.

  I was screaming, everyone was shouting – everyone but Reaver.

  He was turning blue.

  My mouth was open in a continuous scream, as I dug my fingernails into Greyson’s hands. I tried to wrench them free. As I did I saw the first blood vessel explode in Reaver’s eyes, followed by a chain reaction of red sunbursts.

  You’re killing him! It was my voice but I didn’t recognize it. I stripped away a gouge of flesh from Greyson’s hands; the pale valley filled with blood. I clawed, raked, screamed hysterically as I watched Reaver’s eyes fill with crimson. Red and black.

  The corners of his mouth were frothing.

  Then Reno was there, and Doc. They were all pulling Greyson off Reaver. Greyson finally unclenched his hands from Reaver’s neck only to start punching him in the head again, getting as many blows in as he could while hands pulled him away.

  The last blow brought a drip of blood down Reaver’s ears, and as it dribbled onto the floor I witnessed his eyes roll back into his head. He started having a violent seizure.

  I was frozen, I couldn’t move. I thought I was too scared to scream but I realized I was already screaming. “His head! He has a concussion! His ears! He’s bleeding from his fucking ears!”

  I dove onto Reaver, protecting him from Greyson with my body. He was shaking so violently I could barely hold him. Dark red blood was dripping from his ears and nose onto my shirt.

  With my left hand I held Reaver, with my right I brought out his combat knife and brandished it at anyone stupid enough to come near us.

  Greyson was looking down at Reaver in shock and disbelief. Leo was holding back Reno who had tears running down his face.

  I cried and held him. The shaking died down to twitching, until it stopped altogether.

  I looked down. His face was a grey mask of itself, his blood-filled eyes dull.

  I realized then he wasn’t breathing.

  “He’s dead.” My voice was lifeless; a hollow sepulchral pit.

  In a matter of moments I was pulled away from Reaver by Greyson and pushed into Leo’s arms. Doc was in my place shouting something at Greyson. I was passed to Reno then. The knife fell to the floor with a clatter unheard over the commotion.

  I fought them, I fought all of them. With my heart frozen, or dead, I wasn’t sure, I bit, scratched, clawed, and fought my way back to Reaver’s side.

  He’s dead! He’s dead! I think I was screaming. I could only see their backs as they huddled around Reaver. Covered in grey ash, covered in mud and sweat. Around my boyfriend. Don’t get so close to him you fucks, he hates being crowded. Give him his space, he’ll attack all of you.

  “Reaver!” I screamed and screamed until I fell to the floor. Reno was holding me in the hallway, and now Owen was there holding me too. I fought all of them. “Reaver!”

  “Give him something, don’t let him fucking see this!” Reno’s voice was strangled, hysterical. Make a joke, Reno… make a joke… say something funny so I know it’s okay.

  “Reaver!” My voice cracked and broke under the screams. His black eyes… lifeless, the fire gone. The blood… his little ears, one had just knitted back together. I had to kiss his ears, his face. His cold dead face.

  “Reaver!”

  I felt a blow behind my head, and then darkness.

  Chapter 34

  Killian

  Mom had her hand over my mouth, she was holding me against her, not trusting that I wouldn’t scream. Her breathing made way for short whimpers of fear. Mercenary Cholt shot her a glare, but he didn’t want to speak either. He had his gun out, his back pressed up against a wooden counter. Debris and gravel surrounded us, and an old fire extinguisher above the mercenary’s head, half hanging down by rusted hinges.

  Mom jumped at the creak of a door behind us, as it swung open and closed. The thing must have been amused by the door. The house we were hiding in was nothing but a frame of charred wood, but the door still worked. The counters we were using to hide ourselves were nothing but warped pieces of wood that cracked and broke at the slightest touch. I could feel them snap and whine under the pressure of our backs.

  I could smell them come closer.

  The door creaked again.

  “Shh… shh…” Mom whispered into my ear. I didn’t realize tears were falling down my face until she wiped them away.

  Suddenly there was an animal-like scream behind us and the sounds of feet on gravel. Mercenary Cholt grabbed Mom and told her to run.

  Run! Run! Mom grabbed me and pushed me in front of her. I turned and ran, glancing back to make sure she was following me.

  Its scalp had been torn, revealing white skull underneath, with loose hair dotting its hairline which flapped with its movements. Its face twisted as it turned to scream at us again, inside its mouth were rows of rotten teeth framed by grey blistered lips.

  It was dressed in soiled bike shorts that hung loosely, and a necklace made out of teeth and finger bones. Rotting hands were strapped to its belt, swaying back and forth with each step.

  It was dirty, with skin so radiated it had a greeny-grey tinge to it. Its eyes were pale like sour milk and rimmed with red. There were scars on scars overlapping its body. A body that was adorned with jewellery, made of bones, decaying flesh, and other small knickknacks.

  It hunched over and charged us.

  I turned and ran with Cholt, but as we ran I saw two more. A female with a headdress made of bones and human scalps, and another male in torn pants and fingers chewed down to bone. The bone had been chiselled and shaped into points.

  “Run! Get back to the cart!” Cholt got out his combat shotgun and blew the head off of the female. The noise rattled my teeth.

  No… no, sound attracts them! Where was my voice? I couldn’t speak.

  Mom grabbed me but I didn’t want to run. I got out my army knife and held it in my hand.

  “NO! Get to Dad!” Mom screamed. I saw five more appear on the rock face in front of us, just silhouettes with the sun on their backs. Gunshots… more gunshots, breaking the muggy air like thunder claps.

  Cholt loaded his gun, but it jammed… I could see a flash of fear in his eyes. He brought out his smaller gun and shot at the male with the claws but he didn’t flinch.

  Two jumped onto Cholt, dragging him to the rocky ground. He started to scream.

  The one with the claws tore at his stomach. I saw his mouth open before he bit Cholt in the mouth, then he snappe
d his head to the left, taking the mercenary’s upper lip with him. He swallowed it in one gulp and went back to Cholt’s face. He chewed.

  The female bent over Cholt and started eating the stomach wound the raver’s claws had made. Cholt’s face was frozen in shock; his screams now short and desperate. His hand was groping the greywaste ground trying to find his gun.

  “Killian, run!” Mom screamed.

  I couldn’t look away. We were invisible to them now that they could smell food.

  Another came and bent down beside Cholt; he started eating his leg, ripping off chunks of red, bleeding flesh before swallowing each mouthful whole. Its teeth were black, chipped and pointed; its tongue was grey and spotted red. Arians and rats of disease and madness, nothing but animals around us.

  “Uhhhhhh…” Cholt groaned. His hands groped the ground, his legs twitched, the gaping wound bled onto the ash. They were flocking around him now, more and more silhouettes on the horizon jumping down to devour him. Some were jumping from so high they broke bones, but they couldn’t feel it. They walked towards the smell of flesh and blood. I saw one try to walk on a compound fracture, its leg bending like rubber. He didn’t register it, he just kept trying until he just crawled to the feast.

  They ate Cholt alive. The female had a bit of intestine in her mouth, she yanked it and chewed on it, unravelling the coiled mass onto the ground in front of the others. Another one tried to steal it but she shrieked at him.

  “Uhh… uhhhhh,” the mercenary moaned, before he let out another desperate cry. “Help me! God… help me…”

  “Shoot me… please, shoot me!”

  I couldn’t look away… I could never look away.

  “Go back to sleep…”

  “Uhhh…”

  The screams stopped, and I could smell roasting flesh. I could hear them chanting his name REAVER! REAVER! He smiled and raised his hands welcoming the crowd, his black cape sweeping behind him like he was a super-hero, like he was a god.

  Reaver! Reaver!

  “Back to sleep, Killian.”

  “REAVER?” I screamed, jolting out of bed.