by Quil Carter
This time I did turn, and just as I thought, Professor Cavana was several feet from me. He had his hand extended. Wanting me to give him the knife, was he? Oh, he was going to be dearly disappointed.
“I’m Silas’s heir and since he’s out of Skyfall, I’m the king of this world,” I said to him in a cooled tone. “Unless you want me to tell Silas about you defying a direct order, I suggest you turn and go back to the school.” I looked past him and saw several other teachers, all of them unmoving with matching expressions of unease. “All of you… turn around and go back inside the school. That is an order.”
They all stared back at me, conflict engulfing their features to make them all appear as carbon copies of each other. I glared back at the teachers, daring them to raise voice to my direct order, and though I hid it on my face, inside I exploded with pride in myself when Professor Cavana turned around to walk towards the doors.
And he was followed by a half-dozen students.
As soon as the first one turned, the other teachers followed, and they took with them every student who’d been crowded around us. It seemed that these sheep were merely waiting for their leader to turn and leave; what pathetic little followers, passengers in their own lives.
I turned from the audience grudgingly exiting my auditorium, and walked towards my last act. In front of me I saw Tiberius and his gang, they were still restraining the little cockroaches, and those tiny insects were squirming and writhing like insects do when firmly under the thumb of their greater.
When Todd and Mario saw me approach, panic took them. “Please… it was an accident!” Mario pleaded. He threw his weight forward, trying to break the hold that two of the muscular ones had on him. There was no success of course. “I didn’t fucking mean it! Please, man!”
“Elish… come on, buddy. It was just a stupid mistake…” Todd’s voice was added to the songs that my victims were singing together. “Let Mario go… please. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Mario nodded his head in a desperate manner, his hair was wet from the sweat collecting on his brow. “Anything… please. I – I’m sorry. I have issues with my head, the doctors told my dad I have problems with controlling my anger. It’s not my fault, please!” When I got too close for his comfort, Mario cried out and began digging his shoes into the grass, trying to back away from me. He was hyperventilating, his chest was like a rapid heartbeat, up down up down up down, short, desperate gasp after short desperate gasp.
It turned me on.
Oh fuck did it turn me on.
The fear… it had its own taste, it had its own smell, texture, feeling. Fear was the last emotion that an overwhelming majority of people experienced. Terror that reached down your throat and grabbed your heart with frozen fingers. I could only imagine what it was like to realize that you were about to die. Realize that you were helpless to prevent it.
I looked at Todd.
Or that realization that you were helpless to prevent someone you loved from dying.
“CRISTO!”
I was no longer helpless.
“CRISTO. I’M SORRY!”
Hear me? I was in control.
I decided who lives and who dies.
Not Silas.
Me.
“Make Todd watch.”
“NO!”
“NO! PLEASE! OH GOD!”
I grabbed a fistful of Mario’s red hair, and as if needing some foreplay, I yanked it hard, hard enough to draw another scream from his lips. The man’s eyes clenched tight, before they opened up, wide and fearful.
He looked at me. And what I found amusing was that he was staring directly into my eyes with a pleading look, a look that I knew was attempting to inject sympathy into me.
I fed on it like an animal that had just discovered its favourite food. I hungered for more, for this power, for this control, for this newfound addiction of causing suffering.
Not just suffering… submission.
I wrenched Mario’s head to the side. Tiberius was holding him up now, and the smaller of the group was helping restrain his arms. Mario wasn’t going anywhere, and he knew it.
“Please, I’m begging you,” Mario cried. “I don’t want to die. Please, I don’t want to die.”
“PLEASE, ELISH!” Todd screamed to my left. “You can have him. You can fucking have Ryan just please don’t hurt him.”
I ran my hand along Mario’s soft neck and smiled when he choked and shuddered.
Then I raised the knife, brought it to his neck, and as Mario let out a piercing scream and began to thrash his entire body, I put pressure on the razor sharp blade and swept it over the hair-speckled neck. Blood immediately filled the gaping wound that followed my knife, and began dripping down his shoulder and chest.
My ears rang from the screams, the terrorized high-pitched screams that made me inhale a sharp rattling breath. I didn’t know what the pleasurable feeling inside of me was at first, I only knew to pursue it.
I tilted the blade down as I swept it back and forth, the warmth of the fresh blood almost as tantalizing as the thick smell. Tiberius had Mario’s head held firmly, his neck stretched out like an open invitation, and I took advantage of that. I sawed deeper, the knife pushing in, then emerging coated with blood, only to be drawn back into the gaping wound as if it was just as thirsty for the blood as I was.
Then there was a gush, like a pipe bursting. Blood shot past the blade with an impressive pressure, and this was followed by a high pitch wheezing sound that was being brought forth by a severed trachea struggling to pull in air.
I smiled, pleased at finding an artery, and tilted Mario’s head back to see if I could get a good look at it. I sheathed the knife for a moment and began touching the wound, and when I found the source of the high velocity blood, I tested the pressure with my fingers and inhaled a breath of pure pleasure.
And because I knew he was dying, my eyes rose to his ashen face. Mario’s movements were no longer a desperate thrash, but a directionless twitch of his limbs as his brain sent his body haywire signals in hopes of escaping my first taste if sadism, this thrill that was so powerful it had me watching Mario’s face like it was a newfound fetish.
For the first time in my life, I craved sex. I wanted to fuck something, and I wanted there to be blood involved.
“MARIO! MARIO, I LOVE YOU!”
Words that Mario would never hear. I watched his head give one last twitching lurch, his eyes one last flutter… and then the light in his eyes turned to dull darkness.
My first kill.
But I wasn’t done.
I grabbed Mario’s hair and put the blade to the core of the wound. I began sawing through the tendons and muscles, and when I hit the spine with my blade I sliced around it.
Blood suddenly gushed everywhere, and here I was floating in a heaven I never knew existed. This was just… bliss in its purest form.
And it wasn’t just a mental pleasure I was feeling. As I sawed off Mario’s head, I realized that I was hard down there, and not only that, it was throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. It was significantly more powerful than what had happened with Ryan. This pleased me, and if I was under different circumstances, I would’ve taken Todd into an abandoned building and fucked him until he died.
But alas… I had a job to finish.
“Tibbs… be a dear and wrench his head from his spine. It’s difficult at this angle,” I said rather nonchalantly. I was pleased when I looked up to see Tiberius nod, nothing on his face that told him he was disturbed or freaked out at my actions.
Todd wailing didn’t drown out the cracking and snapping as Tiberius twisted and pulled Mario’s head from his body. I watched him do it, my cock stiff and throbbing in my pants, and had to stop myself from demanding Tiberius to put his mouth over it. What had started out being something I intended on ignoring, had rapidly pushed itself to the forefronts of my mind, and it seemed to be telling me that it wasn’t about to go away.
“Here you go, my prince,” Tiberius said, hi
s face smirking. We exchanged grisly smiles as he presented me with the head of Todd’s boyfriend, and I nodded to him and turned to my last victim.
Todd screamed. He was on his knees; his arms being held by each of Tiberius’s friends. His face was ghostly white, his eyes full of despair, and his body was shaking so badly it was as if he was driving through a gravelly road.
I’d done this to him. I’d inflicted this pain. If I let him live, the rest of his life would be controlled by this single memory. Whenever he slept, ate, fucked, worked, lived, this memory, this incident, would be a demon on his shoulders, sucking up and devouring all of his happiness, and shitting into him depression, post-traumatic stress, anxiety, and everything else that went through witnessing someone you loved die.
When I stood in front of Todd and held Mario’s head up to his face, he turned from it with closed eyes, then let out a long and mournful cry of despair.
“Look at him, Todd,” I whispered. “Look at him and tell him you’re sorry. Tell him you’re sorry your mouth got him into trouble.”
Todd cried again and shook his head no.
“I wouldn’t disobey me right now, Todd,” I said in the same low, cold tone.
Todd’s eyes opened. For a moment, he only stared off into nothing, then slowly his eyes turned to Mario’s severed head. He closed them again, and let out the most delightful of screams.
“I’m sorry!” he sobbed. His eyes opened again, but his face twisted into despair when he looked upon Mario’s head. “Baby, I’m sorry!”
“Good.” I smiled. “Now kiss him goodbye.”
“FUCK YOU!” Todd screamed. “Fuck you, you crazy fucking psycho! You fucking monster. You motherfucking monster!”
“KISS HIM GOOD BYE!” I snarled. I shoved the head into Todd’s face, making another scream erupt from his throat. He began shaking his head back and forth, scream after scream being expelled from burning lungs.
I smiled, and dropped the head onto Todd’s feet. Todd shrieked and recoiled, then broke down into a mass of sobbing misery.
“Now, what did we learn, lovely boy?” I said calmly. I leaned down and patted Todd on the head. “Did we learn to play nice with the Prince of Skyfall? Hm? Did we learn our lesson?”
Todd continued to sob, and when I nodded at the two who were restraining him to let Todd go, the man wrapped his arms around himself and fell to the ground in a heap.
“Yes, yes, I think we did,” I said. I withdrew my hand and took a step back, the blood now cooling on my shirt and drying to my face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go see my friend.” I turned my back to Todd and made eye contact with Tiberius. “Thank you,” I said simply to him.
Tiberius ran a hand down his short dark hair and whistled. “It’s smarter to be your friend than your enemy, Elish,” he said back. “I had you pegged wrong. I thought you were just a pampered little rich kid but I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Gotta respect a man who defends his friend like that.” He glanced over his shoulder, Todd was still making quite the scene. He would remember this day until he died. It would be branded in his memory, his very being, and that satisfied me greatly. “What do you want to do with him?”
Behind me I heard a scream. “He killed Mario!” Followed by series of gasps, cries, and more screams. I ignored it, there was no part of me that gave a shit. Let them do as they will. I was their prince; I was in charge of Skyfall. I could kill who I wanted.
“He learned his lesson,” I replied. “Let him live with the guilt of what his mouth caused. That’ll be punishment enough.” I gave Todd one last look before turning away from him and nodding to Tiberius. “I won’t forget this, and King Silas will hear about your loyalty. Good day.”
“Thanks,” Tiberius said. I walked away from him and headed to the nearest road. I didn’t want to go back to that school, that was where the frantic commotion was coming from and there was nothing inside of me that felt like dealing with it right now. I was riding the high of taking my first human life, and I didn’t want them to spoil it.
And as I walked, the hardness between my legs continued to tighten and throb, sending jolts of pleasure through my groin. I had a feeling that I’d just opened up Pandora’s Box, and that this was a box I’d never be able to close again.
Not like I wanted to close it. On the contrary… this was something I was planning on ripping wide open. The pleasurable feeling that had taken control of me while I was killing Mario was one I had to experience again. And not just experience it, I wanted to master it. I wanted to own it.
I wanted to dominate it, just like I would dominate my victims.
This was surely the beginning of something wonderful.
CHAPTER 20
The swiftness in which my emotions shifted surprised me. I entered the awaiting black car feeling like my foot was pressing down on the face of the world, that I controlled and ruled over every single thing around me both living and dead. It was an intense feeling that I’d never experienced before, but now that I had tasted the sweetness of this total power, I knew I’d be chasing that dragon for the rest of my life.
I’d discovered many things in the span of a single hour, and had woken more than a normal man’s share of demons. My life would never be the same and I accepted this with an excited quiver in my heart. I was looking forward to my future, because I had, for the first time, brushed upon the man I would grow up into.
And I liked him –– a lot.
But the man who exited the car once it stopped in front of Alegria, was not that man. He’d been left behind. As I ran up those polished stone stairs and through the door that the thien had opened for me, I became a scared boy, doing battle with the low derisive voices that told me Sacario was dead. It was frustrating to know that this new discovery I’d made had no impact on Sacario’s fate. I’d already avenged my best friend, I’d righted the wrong, but no amount of bloodletting and mental torture could bring him back if he was dead.
Death was final. I’d learned that the hard way many times in my thirteen years.
The ride to Dr. Liam’s floor was one of the longest ones I’d experienced, and the silence inside of the small room did nothing but amplify the quickened bass tones of my heart. I was constantly reminding myself to keep my face calmed and collected, but my heart was selling me out to whoever had the enhanced hearing to hear it.
The elevator doors opened finally. I briskly walked down the hallway, refusing my brain’s command to run, and turned into the hospital wing.
All of the beds were empty. All of them.
I looked to my left and saw Nero, Garrett, and Ellis standing by one of the vacant beds. The three of them wore masks of worry and anxiousness upon their faces and that alone speared my heart with dread.
This entire floor was a private hospital, one that was better equipped than the other three hospitals in Skyfall. We had the best doctor and he had the best assistants and specialists on call twenty-four hours a day. Liam had unlimited funds at his disposal to make this hospital the most advanced center for treatment in all of the world. They would’ve brought him here.
But Sacario wasn’t here…
My legs became rubber, and before I could find something to steady myself, I collapsed to my knees. There was too much despair inside of me to care when I heard Garrett gasp and call my name, I only blankly stared at the white floor, my world spinning around me like I had become stuck inside a centrifuge.
“Blood! Blood! He’s covered in blood!” Garrett cried, his voice starting off far away but as he ran towards me it became loud and shrill. Swiftly, the three of them were on me, hovering over me and exchanging fearful questions that none of them had the answer to.
I was pulled to my feet but my legs had become useless pieces of string. They were talking to me, pulling up my shirt and patting my face, but my senses had left me. I was as useless as an invalid, even though I was channelling everything into making my mouth move. I needed answers, I had to know if he was dead.
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“His heart rate is insane,” I heard Ellis say, worry clinging to each octave. “Where’s he hurt? Oh fuck, did they stab him?”
“I don’t see any injuries but he’s soaked in it. Should we still call someone?”
Finally, I resumed control of my tongue. “It’s not my blood,” I rasped. “Sacario… where’s Sacario?”
Nero walked me to the hospital bed they’d been surrounding and helped me sit on top of it. “He’s in surgery. Dr. Liam is assisting the best surgeon in Skyfall Dr. Dennings,” Ellis said. “They think….” I looked up at her as her voice trailed, and I saw her shoot apprehensive glances at Nero and Garrett. Their hearts were all going wild, three rapid beats. None of them were synced so it was a continuous series of quick taps, like the organs were sending Morse code to each other. “They think the knife might’ve hit his pancreas or his liver from the bleeding and the area… but…” I didn’t hear anything else after that. Her words were accepted by my ears but it was as if my brain had refused to process them, like they were water being collected by a colander.
They knew me enough to know what was going on underneath my surface. Nero grabbed my arm and shook it. “Did you hear her? They think he’s going to be fine, bubby. Don’t sweat it. Sacari’ll be fine.”
What if it did hit his liver or his pancreas? Could be recover from that? Would be need a liver transplant or something? I wish I knew medical things so I could draw my own conclusions. I’d been planning on it but not until I was older. Why couldn’t I be a doctor now?
Once again I was helpless. I’d killed Mario, I’d defended Sacario and had gotten my revenge. But there was nothing I could do if he died, the only thing left was to kill Todd.
My whole life was being helpless to save the ones that I loved. I did. I didn’t love Sacario with the deepness I’d loved Cristo. Our friendship had been too green, too fresh and new for me to develop those deep feelings of friendship, but we’d laid down the foundation and every day we built on top of it.
Not even an hour before I was slicing off the head of someone, showing everyone around me that I was not a man to be fucked with, but in swift succession I was back to being powerless. I was back to waiting for things to happen, when I should be the one making them happen.
