Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (16 page)

Did my mind not even want to fathom falling for someone that it didn’t even let me play with the idea? Or had my mind been too convinced he would never feel the same way?
I could almost feel the mental wall I had put up be torn down. So many emotions flooded over me I could feel my shoulders shake. I felt stupid, it had been right in front of me. No wonder they had been having a laugh behind my back.
I found myself dropping down to my knees, my arms out in front of me. I could sense Greyson beside me. I looked at the ground, barely breathing.
Why did it have to be like this? Why did I have to realize I loved him now?
My heart started to ache, I felt a pain in my throat. I didn’t know if I was going to start crying, start screaming or start shooting. All I knew was that something was building up inside of me and every breath was feeding it.
“I’m sorry, son.” Greyson whispered. “I’m so... sorry.”
Suddenly I could hear the squeal of truck breaks. My mind snapped me back to reality and I looked towards the north road. I could see several miles away the faint outline of a pickup truck making its way up a steep hill.
“The truck is going north,” Greyson said, he had put his night vision goggles back on. “I can’t see how many people are in the cab but the back appears empty. They’re still camped on the exit ramp, probably only a mile and a half now.”
My black eyes fixed forward, seeing the fire not far off in the distance. A flickering beacon calling me and taunting me with every passing moment.
With a ferocious sweep of anger, I felt a wave of rage rush through my body. Those were the assholes who killed the boy I loved. Those were the fucking dead men who took him from me. Who tortured him, raped him, ate him.
I could feel my chest start to heave, the rage started to build up inside of me. I heard Greyson say my name, but he seemed miles away from me now.

I drew my combat knife and to my surprise. I let out a low menacing laugh.
I started to run.
 

Chapter 10

Reaver

I jumped soundlessly beside the legionnaire on watch and snapped his neck. I loved that satisfying crunching noise that seemed to reverberate through my hands. It was a quiet and very satisfying way to end a life.

I twisted his neck so far it was facing me by the time he started twitching. I lay his body on top of the bus the legionnaires were camped in front of and silently jumped down into their camp.
I stood beside the flickering flames, and watched them sleep. They were almost all younger than I thought they would be, but I wasn’t surprised. Older legionnaires knew the rules, because the ones who made it to that age had followed them.
I resisted every urge to start shooting.
No... it had to be perfect. It couldn’t be this easy.

I walked over and grabbed their guns, all assault rifles. I knew they had machetes on their sides but they wouldn’t have time enough to use them on me. I carried all five assault rifles and put them in the back of a near by truck. Then I rested Killian’s guitar up against the hatch. Greyson was ten or so minutes behind me, this would be enough of a sign to shut the fuck up and let me do my thing.

As I walked back into the small camp, I looked around to see if I could spot Killian’s body, or a part of it. I wasn’t surprised to see a half eaten torso leaning up against a rusted out shell of a car, but it wasn’t Killian. I would look in the caravans later, I didn’t want to waste anymore time. I was pressing it already.
I picked up a machete that had been resting up against the fire. I threw it up in the air and caught it. With a small smile, I walked over to one of the legionnaires.
I raised the machete and brought it down on his right leg. By the time he woke up, I had already chopped his second knee cap. I stepped over to the man next to him, and before he had a chance to react I did the same to him.
Then chaos erupted.

They started to scream of course, and loudly. As the other three were struggling to get to their feet, I disappeared from the scene and into the shadows. I could hear hysterical shrieks and lots of yelling as I climbed up the back of the bus. I army crawled over to the dead watchman and started to cut him open. The hive of madness below me made my heart swell with sadistic joy.

I missed hearing those screams of agony. I missed the excitement I felt from hearing them in pain.

I started to feel high. I brought myself up to my knees as I dug my hand into his bloody chest cavity. I cut his heart free and held the bloody organ in my hand. I laughed maniacally.

They suddenly became very silent below me. I stood up and looked down at them.

Three of them were scattered around the camp, holding their machetes in their hands. They looked up at me and I could see the fear in their eyes. My heart was racing, my whole chest heaved and vibrated with the energy around me. Their fear got me off more than any drug ever could.
“You took something from me.” My voice was a demonic rasp. I squeezed the heart in my hand and glared down at them. The bloody machete in my other hand.

“It’s the Raven!” a voice suddenly snarled, I looked down to see one of the legionnaires crawling on his chest, a thick streak of blood trailing behind him. “Fucking kill him you dumb fucks!”
I laughed, as the other legionnaires looked nervously at me, none of them making the first move. I dropped the heart onto the ground and jumped down from the bus. My boots hit the pavement hard but my knees barely buckled under the impact.
They look one look at me, and to my joy, they started to run away. One of the legionnaires I had crippled started shrieking at them, calling them every name in the book.
My predator instincts kicked in. I perused them as they ran down the moonlit onramp.

I focused my vision on the first one. My face split into a grin so wide anyone who saw it would know I had lost my mind. As he weaved in-between cars I ran up them, jumping from car roof to car roof. As soon as he was in reach, I jumped off of the roof of a large van and landed on the legionnaire’s back.
As he slammed down on the ground he screamed, his shrill voice holding a panic that only someone who knew he was about to die would make.

I sunk my teeth into his throat and clamped down with all my strength.
My teeth gnashed through his windpipe. As I pulled the chunk of skin away I could feel his warm blood start to flow over my mouth. He grabbed my hair and feebly tried to pull me off of him, but he was no match for me. The screaming turned into gurgling.

I spat the large chunk of flesh away and kept biting, his warm blood rushing into my mouth with every beat from his heart. The taste sent a jolt of sick pleasure through my body. I kept biting, kept swallowing his blood until I could feel my teeth hit the back of his spine. The gurgling had already stopped half a minute before.
I looked up, I saw the other legionnaires about ten meters away, frozen in shock as I ate the throat of their comrade. As soon as they saw me look up they started running again.
I let out a low chuckle as my sharp eyesight watched them run. Like a deacon to a rat I started to run after them. The legionnaire’s blood all over my face.

As I leapt from one car to the other, the next legionnaire kept looking behind him in a panic. He could see me start to gain on him. I jumped onto the pavement, a car and a half behind him and took the last several steps towards him. He screamed and disappeared behind a rust streaked cube van. I turned the corner and licked my red stained lips in the most vile manner I could muster.
The whites of his eyes glowed in the moon light. He was shaking so hard he was almost convulsing, I looked down to see he had pissed his pants. I laughed and took another step.
He gasped and backed up until his back hit the median. He looked down and so did I. It was over a fifty foot drop.
He took one last look at me and jumped off.
The legionnaire shrieked as he fell, and made a satisfying thump as his soft body hit the ground below. I glanced down to make sure he hadn’t survived. I could see blood and brain matter splattered around him. I knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
I was disappointed to say the least, but I didn’t let it damper me for too long.
I ran my finger along the blood stained machete and smiled.
“Oh so alone, where are your friends now?” I said loudly. “So powerful when you’re in a group, such cowards when you’re separated. Like fucking dogs.”
In the silence I could hear his heartbeat, so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if he was having a panic attack. I took a second and tasted his fear, it turned me on more than I wanted to admit. It was so thick in the air it could be cut with a knife. It stank on him like sweat.
“My family is rich,” a small pathetic voice sounded from behind a mound of rubble. As I approached it I could see him cowering. A brown haired little fuck, scrawny as shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was his first year out of Skyfall.
I watched him cower.
“You raped my property,” I said, my words like acid. “You killed someone I loved.”
The boy shook his head rapidly. “No... I... I was just put on as a relief for Peele. I’ve only... this is my first night I just came off of the truck.”
I narrowed my eyes, still holding the machete in my hand. “Did they take the merchant’s bodies with them?”
The boy nodded, snot as running down his face. “They traded them for tokens and food.”
My heart clenched, I didn’t want to ask it but I had too. “Did they have a blond kid with them?”
“Yeah.”
I felt sick, my hands started to shake. The kid looked up at me, still cowering like a beaten dog. I bit my lip hard, I could feel the plastic blade handle start to crack from my grip.
Without another word I raised the machete and cut his head off with one swing.
It rolled away, resting up against the median, the body slumped back, I could hear the blood gushing out of it. I turned away and walked silently back to camp. There were two more legionnaires waiting for me.
When I walked back into their camp, Greyson was waiting for me. He had the two crippled legionnaires tied up by the fire.
“Jesus fuck, Reaver,” Greyson grimaced when he noticed my face. I didn’t know what I looked like at that moment but I knew my lips and bottom half of my face was probably covered in blood.
“They took him on the truck,” I said silently, before walking over to the tied up legionnaires. One of them was crying his eyes out, the older one was giving me a death glare. It wasn’t easy to pick out which one was the leader.
“Raven, he said you would come for him,” the leader said, his face was a stone statue.
It took every ounce of self control not to show on my face what my heart was feeling at that moment.
“Then you should know what is going to happen next,” I said placidly. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Greyson stepped back from my vision. It seemed he know too.
The leader scoffed and smiled at me. My blood started to boil.

“I’m not afraid to die,” he replied.
I bent down beside him and placed the tip of the machete against his throat, I raised his chin up. “No, you should be more afraid to live,” I whispered.
The leader looked down at me, I could see a single trickle of blood start to drip down the blade.
“Where did they take his body?” I asked quietly, my head turning as I twisted the blade. The leader looked at me for a second and laughed.
“You’re going to kill me anyways, Raven. Why would I tell you shit?”
I smiled and brought the machete down to his crotch. I grabbed onto his black pants and roughly cut through the button, slicing his stomach as I did. I started pulling his pants off of him.
“Funny, I had just ripped his pants off hours before,” the leader said.

Though rage washed through me, my determination controlled it. I wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. I pushed it down with everything else, and kept my calm

I tore his own pants completely off of him and tossed the machete around with one hand.
I could hear the other legionary start to sob harder.
“Where did they take his body?” I asked again. I looked down at his now half naked man. His sliced knee caps, gaping and open, were leaving pools of blood where ever he rested them. The wounds were deep, he knew he was fucked.

Sure enough he continued to look me right in the eye, he remained silent.
“Greyson?” I said placidly.
“Yes, Reaver?” Greyson said behind me, he sounded a bit sick.
“Hold his leg back.”
I heard Greyson swear under his breath, so quietly I could barely here it. He appeared behind me, and with a blank though grim look on his face. He knelt over the leader and held his right leg back.
The other soldier started screaming hysterically. “Fuck, fuck... Dad, just... fuck, just tell him!”
My eyes darted over to him. The boy, probably Killian’s age was red faced with panic. I let out a laugh, not even believing my luck. “Dad? Oh this is your son! Well that changes everything!” I snarled. I heard Greyson swear again, he looked like he was going to be sick.
“You idiot!” the leader suddenly screamed, his kid cowered back. I almost felt my brain orgasm as I heard the fear dominate his voice.
Oh the sweet spot... I hit the sweet spot. This was going to be fun. If Greyson wasn’t around I just might have raped him on top of his father, I think I would have been able to with the rush coursing through my body.

Well, I could do the next best thing.
I grabbed the boy and threw him on top of the leader. I got my combat knife and cut his pants off of him too, he started to cry out in fear. He didn’t move, his bound hands resting up against his father’s stomach, he was kneeling in-between his legs. He was hysterical, it was wonderful.
I picked up my machete, ignoring the horrified looks Greyson was giving me.
“Don’t scream, don’t fucking give him that!” the dad yelled. The boy didn’t stop though, I could see tears and snot dripping down onto his father’s chest.
“I want Mom,” he whimpered.

The dad let out a desperate groan, I could see his face tense and his teeth clench.
I laughed and pressed the machete up against the son’s asshole.
The leader looked at me in helpless horror.

“Don’t hurt him! I’ll tell you, fuck. Don’t hurt him HE’S JUST A FUCKING KID!” he screamed desperately.
“AND SO WAS KILLIAN!” I snarled back.

I pressed my machete up against the kid’s hole. He shrieked so loudly his voice gave out. I watched as the blood started to drip down from his ass onto the pavement between his Dad’s legs. The leader’s face was pale and panic stricken, he started to thrash, trying desperately to get loose. The binds and Greyson’s grip held firm.
“Where is his fucking body! TELL ME!” I demanded, twisting the blade into the kid, more blood fell.
“DAD!” the legionnaire shrieked. The leader took one last look at him, his eyes shot up to meet mine.
“You fucking idiot, he isn’t dead!”