Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1)
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Not long after that, he’d found his cousin’s house. It was a little one story house just outside the city limits. Marty never knew exactly why Roy left Browneye other than he fancied himself more of a city person, though Waco was hardly a metropolitan area. He parked outside Roy’s house, walked up and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked several more times. Finally the door swung open.
“What in the fuck is yer problem?” Roy said. He was wearing a pair of whitey tighties and nothing else. He stood just a bit taller than Marty and was rail thin. He’d always been skinny, but looked like he’d lost yet more weight since Marty had last seen him. Once Roy seemed to regain his focus he calmed down. “Marty? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m real sorry to bug you Roy. I’m in big trouble.”
“What trouble is that?”
Roy invited him inside where they sat in his tiny living room. Marty went on to fill him in about all of the happenings. Once he explained everything, Roy sat back as if considering all he’d been told.
“Ok,” Roy began. “First thing. Why in the fuck did you bring that hot car to my house? We have to get rid of that immediately. Second, that bitch sounds crazy as hell. I remember helping you and Cletus hunting around Thanksgiving. Them’s some good memories.”
“So what do we do about that girl? I came here. I had nowhere else to go. I didn’t want her controlling my pecker and killing me with it,” Marty said.
“Yeah. I don’t blame ya. We’ll have to come up with a plan. Don’t you worry. We’ll get that bitch.”
Chapter 26
April and her dad sat inside the ambulance as federal agents and Department of Public Safety officers swarmed the area. April was sore, bruised and exhausted, other than that she wasn’t hurt. Her dad had some deep scratches and cuts on his face and body, but nothing serious. They had walked all the way back into town and stopped by Kitties N’ Titties. Bobby had dug through the office and found a working phone. He made a call to the Austin police who sent in the cavalry.
Agents in tactical gear went from building to building rounding people up. There were maybe twenty more people scattered throughout they could find, including a few young children. They handcuffed everyone and lined them up as a tall, bald agent approached Bobby and April.
“What a fucking mess,” the agent said.
“Thanks Dwayne,” Bobby said. “What took you so long?”
“Why you here all by yourself?”
“I wasn’t. Had an Austin detective with me. They killed him. Lured him into a sinkhole. I almost fell in too. This is a fucked up little town.”
“That it is. This your daughter?” he said looking at April.
“Yep. That’s her. She managed to get loose just before I got there. I guess she killed the mom in her escape.”
“Yeah, about that. Some of the bodies. They were found in, well, strange condition,” Dwayne said. April had no doubt he was referring to Cletus having his own dick up his ass.
“I don’t know Dwayne. It got pretty crazy. They all had guns, I just had that machete,” Bobby said, covering for her.
“Yeah, I heard. They had all those guns and not a single round hit either of you?”
“No, guess they’re bad shots or weren’t expecting me to charge them.”
“Right. Well you guys get healed up. I’ll clean this mess.”
“What will you do with the rest of the people around town?”
“Not sure yet. Take them to San Antonio for debriefing, and then figure out if we need to hold anyone. Go ahead and get out of here. I’ll fill you in later,” Dwayne said as he walked off. A paramedic climbed into the ambulance and shut the doors as they drove off, finally leaving Browneye for good.
Chapter 27
Three months later
April sat on the deck looking through her magazine. Despite her physical wounds having healed, she still thought about her ordeal with the McDougals every day. The nightmares never got better, only worse. Marty McDougal was still out there somewhere. He’d even published a new book about a writer who was attacked by a psychotic female book reviewer who killed his whole family. Yeah, he was a bit off.
Since that day, she’d never gotten on the internet again. She lived with her dad now, and deleted all her social media accounts, and burned her laptop and smart phone. In the months since, her dad had actually gotten promoted within the FBI. They made up some story about an old family feud resulting in all of the deaths in Browneye. She wasn’t sure where they took the rest of the townspeople, and didn’t want to know.
What she did want was to see Marty pay. And not jail time either. That would be too good for him. She had some things in mind for him that made what she did to Cletus look like child’s play. The trick was finding him. Her dad said he and the FBI were on it, but there had been no progress. She figured he had to be bullshitting her. The fucking FBI couldn’t find some goofy redneck? It was her belief they just wanted the whole thing to go away.
Currently her dad was in Washington for some meetings. He’d be back in a few days, so she wasn’t worried. Though this was the first time she’d been alone since that day. She also hadn’t used her new ability since then, though she hadn’t been around anyone or in a situation where she needed to use them.
She tossed the magazine aside and went to the kitchen and grabbed a diet soda. It was getting late and she shouldn’t have caffeine so late, but due to the nightmares, she often dreaded bed time. This was one of those nights. She went back into the living room where a man swung at her with a baseball bat. April wasn’t sure how she had seen it coming, but she caught a glimpse of the bat just in time. She ducked just before the bat could cave her skull in. Without thinking, she did a leg sweep taking her attacker down. Her first thought was that it was Marty, but this man was taller and skinnier. He had on a black sweater and jeans, but no mask. His face was bony and veiny, had she not known better, she’d have thought he had on a skull mask.
He screamed as she took him down. She grabbed the bat from him and jumped to her feet, rearing the bat back when something hit her square in the back. The blow knocked the wind out of her and knocked her to the ground.
“Surprise bitch!” Marty yelled standing over her. She gasped for air as he took another swing of the bat, this time smashing her in the legs.
“You think you was gonna kill my family and get away with it? Hell no!”
As she tried catching her breath, she began crawling away, but he just kept kicking and taunting her.
The other man was getting to his feet and began cheering Marty on.
“You wasn’t lying Marty. She’s a fine one. We should have some fun with her first.”
“No way. We finish her now. I’m telling ya, this one is crazy. No telling what she will do,” Marty said.
April was lying still pretending to be unconscious while trying to remember how to use her ability, or “pecker powers” as Marty had called them.
“Is she dead?” the other one asked. “She ain’t movin.”
“Naw, she ain’t dead. She’s just out I think. I’m gonna bash her head in now..oh…oh…oh shit,” Marty said.
“Holy hell Marty. My pecker is gonna explode, and this shit feels real good!”
“I told ya, but it’s a trick! We gotta fight it..oh, oh man, oh damn!”
April rolled over and sat up while watching the two men get off by themselves. Once they finished she slowly made it to her feet.
“Marty,” she said. “It was stupid of you to come here.”
“I’m gonna kill you. You ruined my life!” he screamed.
“Who is this asshole?” she asked pointing at the other guy.
“That’s my cousin, Roy.”
“Well Roy. You’re fucking dead. Did he tell you that?”
“No I’m not. I feel fine,” Roy said.
“Marty. Bash his head in,” she ordered.
“I’m sorry Roy! It’s not me! I don’t mean it,” Marty said as he
swung the bat. Roy’s eyes got huge just before the bat made contact with the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. He grunted as he hit the ground, but Marty swung again, and again and again. Each blow sounded with a dull thud, but the last two just made squishy sounds. Marty turned and looked at April.
“See what you made me do? He was my only family! And you made me kill him!” The asshole was actually crying. Fucking crying.
“Shut up Marty. It don’t matter anyway. You know why?”
“Cause you gonna kill me?” he said.
“No. You’re gonna kill you. But not yet. First, go in the kitchen and get me a knife.”
He went and dug through one of the drawers. She heard him sniffling as he rummaged around. Finally he came back with a medium sized knife. She looked it over and nodded.
“I guess it will do.”
“What you gonna make me do?”
“Well, first thing I want you to cut your own eye out.”
“Oh no,” he said.
“Oh yes. Do it.”
He stuck the knife into his eye, blood and fluid squirted out as he dug around while screaming. Finally he pulled his eyeball free, but it was in a couple of bloody chunks.
“Just kill me please.”
“I’m afraid not Marty. We’re not even close to being done.”
Chapter 28
Several hours later, Marty was no longer recognizable. April made him cut his own face off. From there he gradually skinned himself completely. He never stopped screaming as he cut his own flesh away. The weird thing was how none of it had bothered her. The only part that she didn’t like was her little Pomeranian running up and eating Marty’s discarded flesh. She tried to pull him way, but he growled and even snapped at her.
He sat on the floor shivering and whimpering. At least he’d stopped with the bawling.
“You feel good Marty? You know why I’m doing this to you?”
“Yes.”
“Why is that? You still think I killed your family?”
“No ma’am. We tried to hurt you and hurt lots of other people.”
“That’s right. Now why was that so hard for you to get? If you hadn’t hurt all those people, your family would be alive and you wouldn’t be dying right now.”
“How long before I die?” he asked.
“We’re almost done,” she said as she went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a container of salt. She flipped the top open and poured it over Marty’s skinned body. He screamed, twitched and flailed as she moved it up and down over him, making sure the salt got everywhere. After a couple of minutes, he passed out. Once he was out, she decided he didn’t deserve taking his own life. She took the knife and with one clean swipe, slit his throat.
Watching as blood sprayed from his neck and air escaped. Soon he was silent. She tossed the knife to the floor and stared at his body. He was dead, finally. The man and family that had tortured and killed so many people for their own amusement were finally dead. While she finally felt a sense of relief, she knew her work wasn’t done. There were other men out there like Marty. Lots of them
Not everyone had the ability to do something about it. She did. Not only could she stop them, but she could do so in the most humiliating way imaginable. She headed into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. As the water poured over her, she went over the events of the past few months in her mind. Also, she made a checklist in her head. There was work to be done.
The End
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About the Author
Tim began writing at a very young age. As a teenager he would write short stories of horror to entertain himself and his friends. Not knowing at the time this would one day lead to his dream of becoming a published author. Tim has studied various religions and psychology as evident in the "Hand of God" books and "Dark Exorcist."
From there, Tim began to venture into the realm of splatterpunk and extreme horror, which kicks the gore factor into overdrive. With the release of "Family Night" Tim has been off to the races. He has released several bestselling titles that are sure to turn your stomach.
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