The SICK Chronicles: An Anthology of Extreme Violence and Gore

by Nelson Samuels

  “I guess it was your lucky day, Sister.” Junior says referring to her being the only survivor of a horrific night of events. He walks over to where she’s still lying on the floor and she looks up at him. She realizes it’s pointless to fight. “Now what about those eye sockets?” He ask as he laughs.

  In the background, the timer on the oven goes off, “beep, beep, beep,” and as the morning sun rises outside above the treetops, the only noise that can be heard throughout the house, are the screams of a lonely nun, and the laughter of a satisfied demon.

  PART II

  AMANDA BELL

  TAXI

  Amanda sat in the back seat of the taxi smoking a cigarette as the driver peered at her through the rearview mirror.

  “Do you have a name, sweetheart?” the driver asked. Receiving no response from Amanda, he continued. "What the fuck lady, you can’t talk?” She saw the frustration in his eyes at her silence. Amanda took another drag from her cigarette and slowly blew it out toward him. He coughed as he waved the smoke out of his face. “Fuck you, lady! I can make you talk. I’m the Lord Jesus Christ don't you know?” he said as he smiled at her through the rearview mirror. Amanda blankly stared back at him, not giving him any indication of a response. “Shit, bitch. I can prove it,” the taxi driver said as he looked around the exterior of the car. Noticing a young woman and a child, the child appearing to be around the age of twelve, he started to steer the car in their direction.

  Veering the car off the street and into the woman and child, the driver pinned the child against the brick wall with the car, and completely ran the woman over with the tires. The driver hit his head on the steering wheel from the crash, and Amanda hit her head on the window, knocking her out.

  As Amanda awakened from the crash, she realized the driver was no longer in the car and it was getting dark, but she could still manage to see as one of the unbroken head lights from the cab were shining brightly in the front of her. One of the many advantages of hitting a pedestrian on a deserted street on the bad side of town seemed to be that the cops wouldn’t be called, because no one had come to the scene. It seemed to Amanda that at least an hour had passed. She decided to open her door and get out. As she walked toward the rear of the car she held her head in pain. Reaching the bumper, she looked down and noticed the woman they’d ran over, lying naked on the ground. Her legs were spread open wide. “What the hell?” Amanda thought to herself as she continued walking around toward the front of the car. She passed by the driver’s door, and noticed it was slightly ajar.

  Amanda grabbed her head again. The pain was going away, but there was still evidence that she’d hit it fairly hard. As she reached the front of the car, she found the driver hunched over with his left hand on the hood, his pants down by his ankles, and his right hand appeared to be stroking his penis. Amanda noticed through the glare of the headlights that the young boy the driver ran over had been mangled from the crash. The body was lying over the hood of the car, his body cut in half at the waist with his legs on the ground. “Are you jacking off you sick fuck?” she questioned the driver.

  “Fuck yeah I am, you fucking bitch, and I fucked that dead lady back there too!” he said in response. “I told you I was Jesus Christ and could do whatever the fuck I wanted to.” The driver laughed as he reached climax, ejaculating on the tire of the car.

  Amanda looked around on the ground and picked up a brick that had fallen from the crash. As the driver began to pull up his pants, Amanda stepped around behind him, unnoticed at first, and raised the brick above the her head, pausing for a moment. As he was buttoning his pants, he realized what she was doing. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked Amanda.

  “If you’re Jesus Christ, then consider me the devil motherfucker!” Amanda said as she brought the brick down over the driver's head splitting his skull open with one quick blow. As he fell to the ground she began to pound the brick into his head repeatedly. She continued until it was as flat as she remembered her mother's nice china plates had once been.

  With blood on her face, Amanda gently placed the brick on the ground and smiled. “Fuck you motherfucker!” she said as she spit on his quivering corpse and walked away.

  Finding another taxi in this part of town on a Saturday night wasn’t easy, but Amanda wasn’t so sure she wanted to now. She looked up into the sky noticing that the stars were out, and the moon was bright. She had to get home to her kids and drunkard of a husband, but it seemed to be a nice night for a walk, so what was her hurry anyway.

  “Where’s a good burger joint this time of night?” Amanda thought to herself realizing she was hungry. “A girl’s gotta eat.”

  HANGER

  Amanda arrived home at half past ten. Her husband John was already passed out from his nightly date with a bottle. Her three kids, she assumed, were in bed. She threw her shoes off onto the floor, poured herself a glass of wine, and sat in her favorite chair in the living room.

  “Mama?” Amanda heard called from behind her.

  “What, Angie? What do you want?” Amanda asked her fifteen year old daughter, slightly annoyed at the girl's voice.

  “Nothing, Mama,” Angie said realizing she’d disturbed her mother.

  “No, go ahead, you little bitch. You’ve already bothered me now.” Amanda said.

  “I’m pregnant"Angie said to her mother.

  “What the fuck did you just say to me, you little cunt?” Amanda asked her daughter as she stood up out of her chair grabbing Angie by her long hair and snatching her to the floor.

  “I’m pregnant Mama!” Angie cried. “I am!”

  “How far along are you, and who’d you fuck?” asked her mother as she started to drag Angie across the floor by her hair and into the kitchen.

  “I’m around four months Mama, and Brandon is the daddy,” Angie cried out.

  “Your brother Brandon?” Amanda screamed.

  “YES! The fucker raped me!” Angie yelled back as she lay in the floor crying.

  “No, Angie. You’re a whore just like your mother. You asked him to cum inside your virgin puss didn’t you, you fucking cunt?” Amanda accused her daughter. “You’re to blame! Not your brother!”

  “No Mama I didn’t! I promise!” Angie pleaded. “He did this! Not me!”

  “Fuck. I don’t believe you...Brandon! Scott! Get your asses in here!” Amanda yelled to her sons.

  Brandon, Amanda’s eldest son, and Scott, the youngest of her children, came running into the room. “What is it Mama?” asked Brandon.

  “Did you fuck your sister?” Amanda asked her eldest.

  “I mean, I don’t know what to say Mama,” said Brandon holding his head down in shame.

  “The truth, motherfucker. The goddamn truth.” Amanda said as she slapped Brandon across his face.

  “He did Mama. He told me it was the best piece of pussy he’d ever had.” Scott said as he began to laugh.

  “You little shit. Don’t talk about your brother like that. I’m sure he didn’t say that.” Amanda said to Scott. “I am sure, however, that he fucked her...and look what he’s done,” she said pointing to Angie’s protruding stomach. “Now what are we supposed to do about that boys?”

  “Let her have it and raise it until it’s a healthy grown man or woman?” Scott said sarcastically.

  “Smart ass,” said Amanda. The boys laughed as Angie lay in the floor crying. "I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. We’re going to get rid of it.”

  “How?” Brandon asked his mama.

  “Scott, pick your sister up and hold her tight.” Amanda said. Scott picked Angie up out of the floor and held her tightly from behind.

  “What are you doing, Mama?” Angie asked. She was beginning to scream.

  “Brandon, punch your sister in the stomach.” Amanda said to Brandon as he stood there and blankly stared at her. “Do it, god dammit!” He did as she asked, punching Angie firmly in the stomach. Angie continued to scream and attempted to fall to the floor, but
Scott held her up. “Again!” Amanda commanded, and again Brandon did as she asked. Angie tried buckling at the knees, but Scott continued holding her up.

  “Stop it Mama! Please! I beg of you!” Angie pleaded.

  “You shouldn’t have fucked your brother you little whore!” Amanda said. “Now fuck her up Brandon! Punch her again!” Brandon punched his sister again. “Kick her!” Amanda said to her son, and he did as she instructed. A small amount of blood began to appear on Angie’s white shorts from between her legs. Amanda smiled at the sight of this. “Lay her in the floor Scott.” Amanda instructed her youngest son. “Brandon go grab a wire coat hanger from my closet.”

  “Okay, Mama.” Brandon said as he ran to his mother’s room. He returned thirty seconds later with one of his mother’s gold wire coat hangers. Amanda grabbed it from his hands and removed Angie’s shorts and panties.

  “Mama, no!” Angie begged. “Please don’t do this!”

  “Shut up, bitch!” Brandon said to his sister.

  “Brandon, that’s not polite!” Amanda said.

  “Sorry, Mama.” Brandon said as he held his head down. Amanda spread Angie’s legs open, inserting the hanger into her vagina, the cervix, and eventually her uterus.

  “It hurts, Mama!” Angie cried.

  “It’ll be over in a minute. I’ve almost got the bastard.” Amanda said to her daughter. Amanda quickly removed the fetus from Angie. Angie lay in the floor bleeding as Amanda instructed Scott to go get a towel. “It’ll stop the blood. Hold it there a few minutes.” Amanda turned to Brandon and held the fetus out to him.

  “What do you want me to do with that, Mama?” Brandon asked his mother.

  “Eat it.” Amanda said.

  “Gross, Mama! Why would I do that?” Brandon asked.

  “You created it. Now you destroy it.” Amanda said as she placed the fetus in Brandon’s hands. “Eat it or I’ll cut your balls off and you’ll never be able to produce another one.”

  “Damn, Mama.” Brandon said as he placed the fetus to his mouth and took a bite out of it. He gagged as he did so, but began to chew anyway. He knew if he vomited his mother would do as she said she would. She was a woman of her word.

  “That’s a good boy.” Amanda said stroking his hair and kissing him on the cheek. “That’s my good boy.”

  PORK

  Amanda Elizabeth Johnson. Born on June 4th, 1961 to a south Georgia fire and brimstone preacher and a mother of four. Amanda was the youngest of the four children of the family. Unlike her siblings before her, she often ran wild with her friends on Sunday afternoons after church. They would all go to the river, find a sandbar, listen to some music, and drink the day away. In 1976, what else was a fifteen year old girl going to do when the town’s entertainment consisted of one drive in theater and a Tasty Freeze restaurant? Amanda was a good girl for the most part, and proudly boasted of the fact that she was still a virgin.

  “Hey, bitch,” said a voice from afar. Amanda turned around to see who’s voice it was as she walked down the dirt road near her country home.

  “Oh, hey Mark,” she said as she turned and noticed her best friend Mark Sumner. She’d met him in the fifth grade, and they’d been best friends ever since. “What are you up to?”

  “Not much, and you?” he asked.

  “Just walking,” Amanda said.

  “Hey, Amanda, I’ve got an idea,” he says as he touched her shoulder, stopped her in the road, and looked her in the eye.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “I mean, if you don’t want to do it, it’s cool and all,” he said.

  “Well, what is it, Mark?” Amanda asked.

  “Well, me and some of the guys from school were wondering if we pooled our money together and paid you, if you’d let the group watch you have sex with one of us?” He smiled.

  “I don’t know, Mark,” she said, "I ain’t never done nothin’ like that before you know. I’m still a virgin and all.”

  “It’ll be real safe, you see,” Mark said in an attempt to convince her. “We have a certain way we would want to see it done and everything.”

  “And how’s that exactly?” she asked, giggling.

  “Well, we’d do it in my daddy’s barn,” he began.

  “Okay, continue,” she said, amused at his silly idea.

  “We’d tie you to one of the fence posts with a blindfold over your eyes, arms out in front of you."

  “So I’d be on my knees then?”

  “Yes, exactly."

  “Kinky,” she said, smiling.

  “Well basically, one of us would fuck you.” Mark continued.

  “And just which one of you guys would that be?" Amanda asked, smiling at him.

  “I don’t know, Amanda, but what more memorable way to lose your virginity than that?”

  “Let me think about it ,Mark.”

  A loud truck pulled up the dirt road behind them, and stopped. Amanda looked at Mark, and he smiled. “Who is that?” Amanda asked him.

  “Just some of the guys. I told them I’d be walking with you here.” He grabbed her hand.

  “I told you I had to think about it Mark,” Amanda said looking back at the truck as the passenger door opened. “This isn’t funny.” The person that got out of the truck was wearing a hood over their head. “Mark! What is this?” Mark grabbed onto her arm tightly with his other hand as she fell to the ground. “Please Mark!”

  “Just do as they say Amanda. It’ll be over with quick enough okay?” Mark said as the guy in the hood picked Amanda up off the ground and took her over to the truck. Amanda began to scream.

  “I’m sorry, Amanda!” Mark yelled. “I didn’t have a choice. I’m so sorry!"Amanda was placed into the truck, Mark got in, and the truck drove away.

  “Amanda, don’t fight it.” Mark said as the hooded guy took Amanda into the barn. It was out in the middle of a deserted country field, far from civilization. Amanda was taken to the center of the barn where a circle of people were standing with hoods over their heads.

  “What is this?” Amanda asked, "what are you going to do to me?” The guy in the hood stripped Amanda of her clothes. She fought at him, but he was too big, and she was so small. She was helpless and finally gave in to what was happening. Amanda was then tied to a post in the center of the circle, hands over her head, and placed on her knees. She was blindfolded and instructed to be quiet, but she didn't listen. “Go ahead and get it over with mother fuckers! If you came to watch me get fucked, then one of you fuck me,” she screamed as she began to cry.

  Amanda laid on her knees waiting in the silence of the room for what to her seemed to be an eternity. Then she heard a rustling sound. “Yeah, that’s right fucker. Do it!” Amanda yells. “Get it over with! You’ll all get the show you want!” She heard laughing echo throughout the room. “What are y’all laughing about? Is this funny to you?” Amanda asked. She heard a grunt from directly behind her and in turning her head to try to see what it was, couldn't because of the blindfold. “What was that?” she asked. “What’s going on? Mark?” she cried out, but Mark didn't answer. Amanda continued to hear the laughing throughout the room as a heavy lump of flesh jumped onto her back. “Oh my God! What is that?” she asked realizing it couldn’t be a man.

  “It’s a hog, you bitch!” said a voice from the background. “You’re about to get fucked by a fat fucking hog!” The laughter continued throughout the room as the hog began to enter Amanda.

  “It hurts!” Amanda cried. “Make it stop!” She screamed in frustration and pain to further cheers and applause from the crowd in the room. Blood began to fall down the back of her legs.

  “Now this is what I paid for,” said a voice from the background. The hog pulled out and unmounted Amanda. “What the fuck?” asked the same voice. “Was that it?” Disappointment was the mood that now overcame the room.

  “I think it came,” said another hooded man.

  “Well, shit,” comes a woman’s voice from within the circle. �
�I guess the show’s over then. Unless one of you horny fuckers wants a go at her, too.”

  “I’ll have a go, I reckon,” says another man.

  “Please, don’t!” Amanda pleaded as a man stepped behind her, undressed, and penetrated her.

  “Did anyone bring any beer?” asked one man.

  “Yeah the cooler’s in the back,” said another.

  “I’m next now, y’all hear me? I wanna go too.”

  “Alright, y’all. You can all have a go. Just one at a time,” came the woman’s voice again. “Just wait your turn. You’ll all get your money’s worth.”

  The woman walked over to Amanda and brushed her across the face gently with her hand. The grunts from the man behind Amanda were overwhelming any silence that was to now be had in the room. The woman leaned in and kissed Amanda on the forehead, whispering, “Now Amanda, make your Mama proud baby. I’m right here with you.”

  RAZOR

  “Get your sister off of the floor!” Amanda instructed her youngest son Scott as she walked into the living room and laid back in her favorite arm chair.

  “What do you want me to do with her?” Scott asked of his mother.

  “Take the whore to her room and put her to bed.” Amanda said. “You go on and get into bed as well.”

  “Okay, Mama.” Scott replied.

  “I’m done, Mama.” Brandon said to his Mother as he walked into the living room.

  “Did you eat all of it?” she asked him.

  “Yes, Mama.” Brandon replied.

  “Good, then go to your room. I’m tired of looking at your ugly fucking face for tonight,” she scolded him.

  “Alright, Mama. Goodnight.” Brandon said as he kissed her cheek. He turned to walk away, but she stopped him.

  “Brandon,” Amanda said.

  “Yes, Mama?” Brandon asked as he turned back around.