The Brutality Pack: An extreme horror collection

by Ian Woodhead

  She closed her eyes after promising herself that she wouldn’t start crying again. Jackie was going to get out of here, and if any of those bastards thought otherwise, they’d soon get a taste of their own medicine. Jackie knew exactly how to get out of here, and she’d already found out the hard way that there’d be no help coming. While evading the roaming townsfolk, she’d tried every phonebox, only to discover all of them were broken. The others like her were no help; if any of the poor bastards were still alive they’d be too busy trying to stay that way.

  What has happened to everybody? They sure weren’t running around like maniacs when she and James first came through the town. Sure, now she knew that the freaks were probably born all fucked in the head, but they had kept all their loony tune behaviour locked up. Jackie gazed through the floorboards and at the full moon. Maybe they all just went mental when the sun went down. Jackie had been in the town for a long time, but thanks to the two freaks who were permanently mental, she had no idea whether it was dark or light, locked up behind that chair.

  Jackie then remembered the police station; they had passed the building on their way into town. They would have facilities to allow them to contact the outside world; of course, they would. She could head for that and hope that they hadn’t all gone crazy as well.

  Her only remaining option was to just stay hidden under here, lying with the rotting animals, and wait for the sun to come up. Maybe they would have all changed back into normal people, or perhaps someone else had got lucky and had been able to call for help. That was a pleasing thought. Jackie pictured herself waking up to see a beautiful blue sky and sunlight streaming through these boards, turning her head to watch flashing blue lights from hundreds of police cars illuminating the park, and then smiling as soldiers and armed police were rounding up all the locals, “and blowing their heads off their shoulders,” she snarled.

  Something cold dropped onto the back of her hand; she jerked her head around and saw a stream of maggots falling out of the dog’s mouth. They wiggled across her skin and fell through her fingers. Jackie gasped and rolled out from under the bandstand. She wiped her hand on the damp grass, wanting to vomit. Oh, that was just fucking vile. Why was this happening to her? Jackie checked both her arms and looked down her legs, making sure there were no more on here. No matter how many times she checked, the feel of those things crawling over her skin would not leave.

  Jackie looked up at the moon, broke down, and sobbed. Jackie felt the tears down her cheeks but made no move to wipe them away. She wanted her brother back, and she wanted to leave this hellish place and go home. It wasn’t fair. Jackie dug her fingers into the wet grass, imagining that the dirt between her fingers was one of the locals. Right at that moment, she detected the sound of soft footfalls. There was no way she’d run and hide, not this fucking time. She looked up and saw one of the girls that attacked that poor kid heading straight for her. Jackie saw the look of amusement plastered all over her face; there was no fear whatsoever showing. She would soon show her that was a mistake.

  “Come on then, you dirty bitch,” she growled, raising her fists. “You’re about to find out what real pain feels like.”

  The other girl just giggled. “I knew it! I told the others that you hadn’t run off.”

  Jackie’s stomach slowly turned over at the sight of her companions running out from behind a brick wall. She paused, not believing that she’d been so stupid to think that there was only one of them. She spun around and raced towards the main gates. She could hear them behind her trying to give chase, but they just weren’t able to keep up, and her need to escape far outweighed their desire to catch her. As she rocketed out of the park, Jackie turned to see that only two had managed to keep pace.

  She ducked behind some bushes when another group of women ran past her. Jackie looked up and saw the town centre full of locals looking behind every bin and shop front. Oh God, this was a mistake, she should have ran the other way. She waited until the two girls who had chased her out of the park had run past before darting over the road, heading towards a discount supermarket. She nodded to herself when she spotted a narrow gap between the two buildings. It was an obvious place to run to, but Jackie was hoping that the locals had thought that as well and checked the place out already.

  The coast was clear for the moment. She raced towards it, hoping that it would lead into a back yard; there might be somewhere for her to keep low until at least the sun had come up. There were just too many people around for her to try and get out of the town right now.

  A large man holding a cricket bat burst out from the alley. She choked back a cry, knowing that this was how she was going to die.

  “Don’t even think about screaming!” he hissed, glancing behind Jackie. “Believe me, I’m not going to hurt you, miss.”

  Jackie shook her head, her confused and overloaded mind refused to believe the man’s words.

  “Fuck, they’ve seen you.” He lunged forward and grabbed her shoulder. “Get behind me,” he said, pulling Jackie over to the wall.

  Jackie flew towards the wall, holding out her hands to stop her head from crashing against the stone. What was going on? Had she actually found someone like her? She then noticed a police uniform under the man’s heavy coat. “You’re a copper?” The man did not reply, and she then saw why reason for his action. Those two girls from the park had doubled back and were walking towards them. The bitches were still smiling; did they not see the big man holding the cricket bat? Were they that arrogant to think that he wouldn’t use it? Jackie moaned. Why not? She did not even know that.

  “Stay where you are,” he said. “No, scratch that idea; bugger off, the pair of you. I don’t want to use this.”

  The girls just carried on walking towards them.

  The man surprised the hell out of Jackie by running forward; he swung the bat and slammed the end into the side of the closest girl’s head. Her blood ran cold at the sound, and the girl fell to the pavement. The other girl’s face just dropped. She staggered back before spinning around and running back into the park.

  The stranger looked down at the girl. “Oh Jesus, I think I’ve killed her.”

  Jackie watched him slowly drag his finger through the crimson fluid dripping off the end of the bat.

  “What the fuck have I just done?” He stared at Jackie. “I’ve known her all her life. I…” He growled and swung his arm back.

  “Don’t get rid of it!” she cried. “Look, you did what you had to.” She took the bat out of his limp fingers. “I would like to go home, please. Please tell me that there’s a way out of this fucking mad town.”

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we’re trapped in here. The bastards have blocked all the exits.”

  “What do we do now?”

  He seemed to come out of his trance. The man closed his eyes and rapidly shook his head. “The first thing we need to do is to get away from here; the remaining girl will no doubt be reporting our location as we speak. Come on.”

  She followed the man further into the town, always looking to her left and right. There were other people in sight, but they weren’t watching them. She didn’t get it; why the fuck weren’t they coming after them? Was it because they weren’t skulking about? Jackie didn’t have a clue, although she did feel a little more secure now that she was no longer alone. Maybe it was the fact that she had hold of the bat, so those fools must think that they were locals too. She tightened her grip around the handle just praying that one of those nutjobs would realise that they were outsiders and rush towards her. Unlike the man, she had absolutely no conscience in battering one of them to death.

  The man suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into a wooden shelter designated for smokers outside a pub. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Look at that.”

  Jackie peered around the scratched wooden panels and saw about a dozen people walking up the middle of the road; they all carried shotguns. They
were staring at everybody, and she guessed that it wouldn’t be so easy to fool these men that they were locals.

  “They’ve raided the police station.”

  Her heart began to speed up when she noticed two of them peeling off from the rear of the group and start walking in their direction. It wouldn’t be long before they noticed them hiding in here. The man darted across the carpark, keeping his head down. Jackie followed him when she saw that he was heading for the pub doorway.

  He pushed on the door, crying with relief when it opened. The man ushered her inside, followed Jackie, and shut the door behind him. He closed his eyes and sank to the floor. “Jesus, I think I need a drink.” The man then raised his head and stared at the girl. “I’m Gavin, by the way. Have you just got here? I don’t recall seeing you around here before.”

  Jackie wandered over to the bar, thankful that the place was empty. She climbed onto the barstool and turned back round to face him. “I’ve been here in your fucking horrible town for months. The reason why you haven’t seen me around is because two of your delightful residents kidnapped me and my brother.”

  She watched his face go through a variety of conflicting emotions; the man was clearly in pain. Jackie reached over pulled one of the vodka bottles off the shelf and then walked over to the man. He was seeing his own town getting pulled apart. Jackie suddenly stopped before she reached him. “Wait up, why isn’t all this freaky stuff affecting you? What makes you so different?”

  He pulled the bottle out of her hands. “Isn’t it obvious?” The man took a swig. “I’m not a local, miss. I’m like you, from out of town. I’ve just been here a bit longer that’s all.” The man got to his feet and held out his hand. “I’m Gavin by the way. Under the circumstances, it’s probably best that I don’t say welcome to Brutality.” He held out the bottle.

  Jackie took the bottle and took a swig herself before placing the bottle on the bar. “I should thank you for saving my life. Have you any idea what we do now?”

  The toilet door then opened, and they both stared at the startled old man coming out. He ran for the door, trying to dodge the pair of them. The policeman grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him to the floor.

  Jackie saw that the old man looked terrified. She dropped the bat on the floor, wanting to vomit at the thought of hitting anybody with that. Gavin had already placed the old man’s arms around his back, and the old man cried out.

  “Gavin! Wait, oh god, I think you’re hurting him.”

  The man nodded. “That’s the idea,” he replied. “He’s a local. He’s one of them.”

  Jackie rushed over to them, watching in horror as the man started to fit. Gavin released him, stepping back as the old man jerked about on the floor.

  “Do something!” she cried. When he didn’t move, Jackie kneeled beside him, trying to remember basic first aid. When she placed her hands on his chest, the man suddenly stopped moving. He opened his eyes and grinned. Jackie saw something move before crying out as he punched her in the face. She fell back, and the old man turned around; he grabbed the bat and swung it at Gavin.

  The man dodged out of the way. Their visitor then threw the bat at the pair of them and ran out of the pub. Gavin grabbed Jackie’s hand. “We’d better make ourselves scarce.”

  “Oh Christ, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  He shrugged. “Don’t be. Come on, I know where we can go.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tony McAllister pushed the chocolate bar into his mouth and ripped off another chunk. As he chewed the chocolate into soft mush, he gazed down at his black walkie-talkie lying beside him on the school bench. For the first time since the boss had handed it over, the fucking thing had stopped its chatter for more than a few minutes. Tony was so close to booting it across the pine floor. He stopped chewing when he reached the sweet syrup in the middle. That was fucking gross. Tony spat the mess onto the floor and threw the rest of the bar down as well. He decided that he didn’t like that one.

  He leaned over, picked out a chewed up raisin from one of his cavities, and examined it. The last sweet to contain raisins was seven bars ago. Tony dropped it, watching the raisin fall into the middle of the mess between his feet. He never actually believed that he’d ever get sick and tired of eating chocolate bars. Tony grinned. He had never eaten eighteen one after the other before. Doing exactly what he wanted was just fucking brilliant. Tony knew that he’d reach saturation point eventually, but hopefully not for ages though. He looked at all the wet, brown mess stuck to the polished floor. It reminded him of the greasy, black sludge that he had noticed gathered around those burning people.

  His whole life had been thrown into a tumble drier for the last few hours. Instead of coming out clean and fresh, Tony believed that he was the dirtiest, evilest motherfucker in Brutality. Well, the second most, anyway. The honour of most evil belonged to their boss. It was strange to think that until he had walked out of the nightclub, Tony believed that his life had gone to complete shit; nothing had been going his way for fucking weeks.

  Tony was large for his age. At fifteen, he knew that he could pass for eighteen, easy. He was used to getting want he wanted. His formidable size and mean reputation ensured that nothing was denied Tony. The fear that he saw in people’s face as they passed him gave Tony such a hard on, and he was desperate for more.

  Tonight, he took the next step. Tony decided to expand his territory and venture into the most popular nightclub in town. Common sense told him that he really should have started smaller, like trying for the local pub first. After all, this was adult territory, and they wouldn’t like him muscling in. As far as he was concerned, his common sense could go fuck itself. Tony McAlister did nothing by half measures.

  The desire to bring this nightclub and the people to their knees just flew out of the window when he spotted that stunning blonde girl swanning around in that tiny fucking dress. He just knew that he had to have the bitch. Tony had already worked out what he would say to her; it was just the simple process of introducing himself. He had smiled, knowing that the piece of flesh already belonged to him, and he was going to spend the rest of this night fucking her senseless.

  Tony dug his nails into the bench, taking deep breaths, and ordering himself to calm down. Even now, he couldn’t believe that the fat cunt Phil Banks had dared to square up to him. God, the shame still burnt. On his way over to the bar, heading over to his new woman, Phil had accidentally bumped into him. Looking back to the incident, it might have been a better idea if he had just swallowed his pride and apologised to the man for spilling his pint.

  Phil was in many ways very much like Tony, the major difference being that Phil was a few years older, and he packed a bit more muscle, not to mention that Phil had a few more fights under his belt. Tony’s hormones wouldn’t let it lie, and he had made the mistake of telling Phil to mind where he was fucking going.

  Looking back at the incident, Tony guessed that the employees must have marked him out as a potential trouble maker as soon as he stepped through the door. Four bouncers had grabbed the pair before any punches were thrown. It so annoyed Tony that he was the one that those cunts had decided to throw out and not Phil. What pissed him off more than anything was watching that girl—his girl—gravitate towards Phil.

  Tony had put that big fat cunt right at the top of his list of cunts to fuck over before this night was over. He’d show him what happened to cunts that fucked with Tony. He took another chocolate bar out of his bulging pocket and started to unwrap it.

  He stopped the delicate procedure of stripping off the package when he saw the far door open. This was what he had been waiting for. Tony so hoped that his followers hadn’t failed him. He nodded in approval when the three boys strutted into the school hall. His second in command, Zachary Bird, had found himself a rather tasty teenage girl. He watched in amusement as he gave the bitch’s left tit as hard squeeze when she started to drag her feet. By the look of hatred etched on her face, Tony guessed that
Zack had been doing that little trick a lot.

  He continued to follow their progress over to him; their prize obviously hadn’t got the message and wouldn’t stop attempting to struggle out of her captor’s hold. Her exertions were a waste of time as there was no way that the bitch would get free. She was the seventh unaffected cunt that his followers had brought to him now. They were getting very efficient at restraining them.

  “Hello there, Natalie,” he said, smiling. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to be the one to sort you out. I was kinda hoping that none of the others had caught you.” It did seem to be a bit daft now to think that he had spent over a year lusting after this pathetic girl. He had thought he had been in with a chance, too. Despite being two years younger than her, he was still better looking than the mongrels she usually end up with. That had upset him; Tony was far better than anyone, and it so fucked him off that this bitch had ignored him for so long.

  “Bring the bitch a little closer to me.” When his followers nodded and dragged Natalie over, he just had to suppress a smirk. God, he fucking loved being the Kingpin. Tony wrapped his thick fingers around her long brown hair and jerked her head back. His loins tingled when she cried out in pain. Oh, yeah, he so was going to enjoy doing this filthy little tart.

  His time with the teacher, though it had been fun, just hadn’t lasted long enough. Andy had caused far too much damage with those knives. The dirty bitch had ended up dying before he had even had the chance to cum inside her. Now that all the excitement was slowing down, Tony supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to vent his lust out on this little bitch.

  “Where’d you find her, Zack?”

  The blond boy laughed. “Oh, this one was a right slippery maggot. We saw her slipping out of the nightclub. Can you believe that? What a genius place to hide out. Anyway, her luck disappeared when we saw her. It took us a good ten minutes to chase her down, but chase her down we did.