Garden of Spiders Volume 1: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 3

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by Quil Carter


  As soon as I saw the shadow coat Todd, I ducked. I wasn’t sure why, there was no telltale sign that Ryan was going to try and hit me, but I did.

  And the moment my head lowered, I felt a breeze above my head, and a slam as something blunt hit the wall.

  I looked up, just in time to see a ten-pound dumbbell, being held by Ryan, fly past me, the momentum of the failed attack unbalancing Ryan and making him stumble.

  I felt so much anger over this cheap shot it took my away my breath. “Bad move, Ryan!” I snarled. “Bad fucking move!” My head jerked back to Todd as he scrambled out of the way, and it was then I decided to finish this.

  The cat had played with his prey – and now it was time to feed.

  I grabbed Todd as he attempted to flee and wrapped both hands around his neck. I tightened my grip as his own hands flew up to grab my wrists, then pushed every ounce of energy I could muster into my newfound voltaic touch.

  What happened next… was nothing short of beautiful. It happened quickly, a matter of seconds, but those seconds would remain crystal clear in my mind decades later.

  Todd’s mouth clamped shut as his muscles all contracted and stiffened, and his eyes began to protrude out of their sockets with such violence I was internally begging for them to pop. Then he began to shake as if having a seizure, but, as if his trembling was so rapid it had created heat, his skin began to smoke.

  I stared down at him intently, pleasure rocking me to the point of pure unadulterated euphoria. My eyes were jutting back and forth while I tried to take in every sensation I was feeling: the meaty hot smell of cooking flesh, the staticky tickle of the electrical current rushing through my clenched hands, the sounds of his skin sizzling and his eyes boiling like soup in their sockets, and the bursts of smoke erupting from the hot spots appearing all throughout his body, even where the skin of his fingers had pulled off from his desperate clawing of my wrists.

  I’d never experienced anything this intense; I was drowning in ecstasy.

  My body demanded me to go further; it urged me to chase this sensation until it consumed me as well. It was telling me that the more I pursued it, the better it would get, and each amplification as only proving my body right.

  I pushed more of my energy into my hands, and moaned out loud when it began to create a tension that was unlike the ones felt previous.

  This tension, this pressure… it felt good, really good.

  Todd’s bulging eyes were bleeding now, and at the same time that a drip of crimson fell from his left eye like a tear, a stream of it started flowing down his nose and onto my hands. My groin throbbed as his blood began to coat my fingers, and a second moan broke my lips when the aroma of hot blood mixed in with the overwhelming perfume of cooking flesh.

  It smelled good. Oh, did it ever smell good. With the electricity connection my body with Todd’s, I leaned down and licked the trickle of blood. The throbbing amplified as I tasted the hot copper, the pleasurable feeling gathering in my groin like it was an active magnet.

  I didn’t realize what was actually happening to my body until the taut strings of tension reached a critical point. I gasped as the pressure suddenly rose, admittedly scared of what I’d just triggered, and keeled over with a cry. As the pleasure overwhelmed me, the room spun and sparks of light burst in front of my eyes. My groin felt like a clenched fist, each tight flex releasing wave after wave of knee shaking euphoria.

  Another cry spilled as it continued to rock me, this one broken up by my panting breath. I closed my eyes and let it take me, wanting badly to release one of my hands from Todd’s neck so I could touch myself, not just to amplify the feeling, but to see just what the hell was going on down there.

  But I couldn’t move my hands, they were locked around Todd’s neck, the electric current joining us as if we’d become intimate partners. There was so much energy pouring from my body, I was sure that by now he was dead. He had to be, the aromatic smell of cooked flesh was heavy in the air, thick and sticky and clinging to my nostrils, and no longer did I hear his rattled breathing.

  I opened my eyes, my chest heaving and my breathing rapid-paced gasps and groans, and looked down at him as what I realized was my first orgasm, slowly began to dissipate.

  The shock of seeing what I’d done to him was what stopped the electrical current in my body.

  Todd’s eyes had both popped from their sockets, blood surrounding them like they’d been dropped to the earth from a distance. That blood had dried already, the heat from my touch most likely evaporating anything liquid, but there was pink foam around his lips, and sprinkles of it on the floor and the wall behind him.

  He looked like quite the sight. I took him in, my mouth open and gasping as I tried to accommodate my lungs desperate demands for air, and began to unclench my stiff hands from his neck.

  I heard a peeling sound as I removed my fingers, and saw a layer of skin come off onto my palms. A perfect outline remained of my hands, framed with black and red skin. It reminded me of the handprints found in ancient caves.

  I rubbed my hands together to slough off Todd’s skin, the rest of my senses slowly returning to me as the adrenaline and shock of what had just gone on left. I rose to my feet, but as I did, I felt something warm and wet inside of my pants.

  Curious, I slid a hand down the rim of my pants. My penis was sensitive, a jolt greeting me when I brushed up against the sticky crown. I touched it, gathering what I suspected was my semen, and withdrew my hand.

  Yes, that was cum… I rubbed it between my fingers, my heart still racing from my first orgasm, and brought it to my lips.

  I’d never tasted cum before. It was tangy, not at all unpleasant. I sucked on my fingers and walked around Todd’s body, then nudged him with my foot.

  It wasn’t until I heard a shifting of movement behind me, that I remembered Ryan. My face darkened as my thoughts plunged back down to the bowels of Hell, not forgetting at all the betrayal that had happened. And slowly turned around to face him.

  Professor Britain was huddled in a corner, his hands locked behind his head. He was staring at me with an expression of terror, blood trickling down his stubble from a tooth biting hard on his lip.

  “I should kill you for this,” I said to him coolly. I slowly approached the corner he was cowering down in, and was satisfied when he let out a whimper of fear. “You tried to save him. You foolish man, you surely did bet on the wrong horse.”

  Ryan looked past me, towards Todd, and his face greyed. “It wasn’t about me protecting Todd over you,” he said through a strained voice. “I was protecting a human life from someone who meant to take it. If it was any person in all of the world threatening the life of another… I’d have done the same thing, Elish.”

  My eyes narrowed. “I am no ordinary person,” I said lowly. “I am the Prince of Skyfall. I am Elish Dekker, heir of the King Who Ended the World. If I wish to take a life, it is my right to do so.”

  Ryan’s eyes slowly closed and his face crumpled. “This isn’t you, Elish,” he said in a pleading tone. “This isn’t the kind, witty young man who walked into my classroom. You’re not this person. I know you’re not.”

  My lip tugged, and I didn’t stop the crooked smile from appearing. “Isn’t me?” I said amused. I kneeled down and patted Ryan’s cheek, my own cum shining on his flushed skin. “Oh, professor, I fear the truth… is that I’ve just found myself.”

  Ryan opened his eyes, there was so much despair in them, pain was just radiating off of his trembling body. “If that’s the truth… I don’t want to continue what we’d started,” he said. I retracted my hand from his face like it had become burning hot. “I know you may very well kill me but… now that I’ve gotten to know the real you… I don’t want to be around you. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. You’re… just a bad person, a bad person that can somehow shapeshifter into this smiling, wonderful boy for brief periods of time.”

  His words seared me, drawing out a physical pain from
my heart. I didn’t know what this feeling was at first, this awful, painful feeling… then I realized it was rejection.

  Not just rejection, but an intense hurt that I knew would scar my heart for decades to come.

  Now that I’ve gotten to know the real you…

  The reality of it stabbed me, and like a knife sliding in and out of my heart it injected painful wave after painful wave into my body.

  How could he deny me? I was everything that fucking pervert could want. I had been throwing myself at him… and he was rejecting me?

  He’d been my first kiss. The first man to touch me intimately, even if it was fleeting. This man had already taken two new experiences from me and I’d been willing to give him my virginity. The damn virginity of the crowned prince of Skyfall!

  How fucking dare he! How dare he reject me. I was sought after, I was valuable. Any man would be lucky to have me! HOW FUCKING DARE HE!

  I raised my hand and smacked him across the face. Then I grabbed a fistful of his wavy black hair and wrenched his head back.

  “That’s the wonderful thing about being the ruler of all you parasites,” I said through clenched teeth. Ryan’s eyes bugged out from fear, his lips were trembling. “I can make you whether you like it or not. We’re together, Ryan. We’re together and you’ll love me. I will make you love me.” I shoved his head away and stood up. “When I call you, you will answer your phone and come to me wherever I am. You belong to me now, Ryan Britain. Your life is now forfeit. Do you understand me?”

  Ryan just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing several times. He was at a loss for words. Perhaps that was what was best, because if he dares make me feel any more rejection I would be relieving him of his tongue.

  “Elish…” Ryan whispered. “Hun… this isn’t you.”

  “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” I screamed, my vision temporarily going red from the force behind my own scream.

  “YES!” Ryan cried. He let out a sob and nodded. “I understand.”

  “Good,” I said coolly. I stood and glared down at him. “You can make this easy, or you can make this hard, professor. I can be quite a nice man when I’m treated correctly.” I turned my back to him and began walking towards the door to outside. “Have a good day. You’ll be hearing from me soon.”

  CHAPTER 21

  When I walked through the double oak doors and entered my home, I got three shocked looks from my siblings sitting around the dining room table with a board game in front of them.

  “What the fuck… what the… you’re drenched in blood!” Garrett jumped to his feet, Ellis and Nero following suit. His eyes then widened and his nose wrinkled. “You smell like burnt flesh…”

  “How’s Sacario?” I asked. I’d wanted to go directly to the hospital floor but I decided to change into clean clothes and shower first. If Dr. Liam saw me covered in blood with these nicks and bruises from Todd’s initial assault, the attention would be on me. I didn’t want that, Sacario trumped everything right now.

  Their body language filled me with cautious relief. There was no crumpled face, no hand covering mouths. I knew he was going to be okay before Garrett’s lips moved.

  Thank the universe. I’d never forgive myself if Sacario had died.

  “They had to remove some of his liver, but he’s going to be okay,” Garrett said. His eyes were darting around every part of my body, Nero and Ellis’s as well. I could practically hear their brains organizing questions to ask me. “He’s resting right now. Dr. Liam says we can come and see him tomorrow afternoon if all goes well. He’ll also call us first if his condition changes.” Their gazes followed me as I walked across the living room towards the hallway.

  “Elish… what did you do?” Garrett asked cautiously and slowly. “Did you… did you kill someone else?”

  “I need to be alone for a while,” I said. I put my hands into my pockets and sped up my walk. So much shit had happened since leaving Alegria for Ryan’s house, I didn’t know how I was still keeping it together. I felt oddly numb at that moment, like there was a thick fog covering my brain. But I knew that underneath that hazy barrier there was a tidal wave of emotions just waiting to come crashing down on me. I was overwhelmed just thinking about everything I’d experienced and everything I’d done. I wasn’t looking forward to this shock wearing off.

  Today I had violently murdered two men. I’d also seen my best friend get stabbed. On top of all of that, I’d experienced my first, albeit fleeting, intimate moment with a man… and I’d also experienced my first orgasm – without even touching myself.

  This was a day for the record books.

  “Nero, stop him,” I heard Ellis whisper behind me. “I’m… I’m worried about him. Something’s wrong with him; fucking something’s seriously going on with him. We need Silas back.”

  I was surprised when the mention of Silas drew up a spasm of anger. “Mind your own fucking business!” I whirled around and snapped. Ellis jumped, her face shocked. “Silas doesn’t give a shit about us! He doesn’t fucking care what we’re doing or how we are. Nothing matters when his dead boyfriend is involved. So sorry, Elly. Daddy doesn’t give a shit.”

  “Hey!” Nero shouted, just as Ellis’s face dropped. “I don’t give a fuck if you’ve had a long day, bro. But don’t take it out on us. We’re fucking worried about you, and for good reason. You’ve been acting like a complete fucking psycho. What’s eatin’ you? Tell us.”

  I walked through the center of the apartment and passed the dining room table, my eyes only on the hallway that would lead to my salvation. “Just leave me alone,” I said, and when I saw Nero stand up out of the corner of my eye, I picked up my pace.

  “Elish… stop acting like a fucking bitch and talk to us!” Nero snapped as he approached me. He grabbed my shoulder and my temperature spiked. I yanked my shoulder away from his grasp, but as I turned, I saw his nose twitch.

  “Why the fuck do I smell cum on you?” Nero exclaimed. He reached for the front of my pants but I jumped back, my body feeling like it had just been pushed into a frigid lake. I had to get out of here; I had to get out of here now.

  “Elish fucking had sex!” I heard Nero call out as I ran down the stairs. “I thought you hadn’t even rubbed one out yet. What the fuck? Who the fuck is this kid?” I heard his footsteps behind me as I stepped onto the lower level, and when I heard Garrett and Ellis behind him, I ran to my bedroom, shut the door, and locked it.

  I closed my eyes tight for a moment and clenched my teeth.

  Then, without knowing I was about to do it, I let out a loud bellowed scream and punched the solid oak door with my fist. My teeth ground, my body seemingly full to bursting with anxious energy, and I put my hands to my hair, grabbed two tufts, and pulled it. The pain from that and my throbbing hand helped center me, but in the larger scheme of things, did nothing to help these emotions currently running rampant inside of me.

  I hit the door with my other fist, then began to remove my bloodstained clothing, angry and frustrated at the world.

  My shirt came off, and then I unbuttoned and removed my pants. I looked down and saw damp patches in my dark blue briefs, and when I removed them my penis and testicles peeled off of the fabric like they’d been stuck there with glue. The cum had left a white patch on my briefs as well.

  Not wanting any of the sengils to see it, I walked to my en-suite bathroom and filled up the sink for them to soak. Then I removed my socks and jumped into the shower to clean myself.

  The shower was the worst of ideas. Instead of winning imaginary arguments or thinking of the perfect comeback days, weeks, sometimes years after the fact, like any normal person did while showering, my mind took me back to Ryan’s house and what had transpired.

  All I felt from that was anger, fuming boiling anger. The audacity of his rejection roasted me alive, and his defense of Todd infuriated me. He should’ve held Todd for me as I murdered him. That was what boyfriends did, they helped each other no matter what.

  And
he was my boyfriend. He may not like it now, but he would eventually. It was a privilege to be the boyfriend of the heir of Skyfall. Wasn’t it?

  I refused the pangs of rejection stinging my heart and denied myself the acknowledgement of my hurt feelings. Princes didn’t get hurt feelings… they were better than that.

  I’d fucked all of this up in one single day, didn’t I?

  NO! I didn’t! It was Todd and Mario, they fucked it up. Mario stabbed Sacario, Todd attacked me. They started it, I finished it. Ryan was just some idiot bleeding heart but he’d learn… he’d learn and then we could be happy together.

  I’d just wanted to be held… I’d just wanted some emotional support… to feel safe.

  Right now I didn’t have Master Silas here to be my rock. To help me and guide me… I needed someone. Silas was supposed to be here to help me navigate school, to teach me about boys, about dating, befriending people. Fuck, I… I needed him to help me understand what was happening to me. Why I was feeling all these strange new emotions. It was confusing, maybe a bit frightening.

  Why did I all of a sudden want to be near Ryan so badly? Why did I want him to touch me, kiss me, hold me, and why did it feel so good when he did? Why did I want to have sex with him? I didn’t care about sexual stuff before.

  And… why did it feel so good to kill?

  With these thoughts plaguing my head, I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and dressed in comfortable around-the-house clothing. When I emerged, I felt a pang of guilt when I saw a tabby backside sticking out from my ajar closet. I’d scared my poor cat with my anger.

  “Come here, old man,” I said with a sigh. I got out his treats and shook them. Hugh shifted and turned around and waddled out of the closet, his nose in the air. I gave him treats then opened up a tin of wet cat food just to show him how apologetic I was, and when he was finished I put him onto the bed with me and gave him a bunch of attention. Cats weren’t complicated, being a thirteen-year-old chimera was.

 

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