rare

  Franklin studied his face, in the restroom mirror, and managed a quick smile. It was fake. He was checking to see if there was any spinach stuck in his teeth from the appetizer he just forced down.

  “Fucking spinach. I hate that shit,” he mumbled, while patting his hair and straightening his tie. “But you gotta get what the lady wants.”

  He was really feeling  Sandy. She was far better looking than he thought she’d be. The last blind date he survived was a total disaster. It was more of a social network hook up. It started with a few innocent tweets and likes and then they were sending direct messages at 2 a.m. There was one problem. She talked a big sex game, but the pictures weren’t of her. She used her roommate’s photos, to create a whole persona for herself. She kept the ruse up for three months! When they met for lunch, he stayed a while, cracked a few jokes and left. He actually sneaked out and left her with the bill.

 “Ugly wench. All she had to do was be truthful. Oh well. She’ll be wiser next time.”

  He made one final adjustment to his suit coat and turned to leave. He stopped and took one last look in the mirror.

  “This is your night, Franklin Summers,” he reassured himself.  “ Do it right! She wants you.”

  He walked out of the restroom and back into the crowded bistro. He let Sandy pick the place to eat and she nailed it. He was impressed by her attention to detail. That was something the fat cow, Cynthia, didn’t do. She was truly a pathetic loser. He made his way to the table and summoned all of his suave and debonair persona for the final battle.

  “What took you so long? I was beginning to think you cut out on me.”

  “Who, me? Never. That’s a cowards move. You don’t have to worry about me doin’ anything like that. I’d tell you the deal, like a real man.”

  Sandy laughed and took a sip of her water. Franklin watched her lips form around the rim of the glass and imagined her perfect mouth doing various other things.

  “Did you order yet? You were having some trouble deciding, before I left.”

  “Yup. Got my eyes on the T-bone. I was surprised they had it on the menu. This place is so quaint. That seems a bit harsh for the atmosphere.”

  “I’ve been coming here for a while. I found this place by accident. Just happened to be in the neighborhood on business and there it was. I love trying new things.”

  “Is that why you answered my message on Twitter?” Sandy leaned in for the answer. She was a tantalizing morsel and Franklin was going to enjoy every moment with her. He wanted to give her the 500 point answer but he figured she would be smart enough to guess the daily double towards the end. She was all any guy could want. But he wasn’t ready. He wanted to search for that ultimate playmate. Marriage would come. At the moment, he was all about the excitement.

 Franklin leaned back and let a fantastic tale rattle around in his brain.

  “When I saw your picture, all I could think of was you and me. I wanted to get to know you immediately, so we could get some plans together. You know, see where we could take things. Even though it’s only been a couple weeks, I feel like you’re a part of me…Like I’m inside of you.”

  Ahhh…bad boy. Is that in a good way or are you trying to flirt with me? I’m really vulnerable right now. My stomach is rumbling and my thoughts are like putty. You might make me think of the wrong things.”

  She licked the rim of her glass, sat it down and gave Franklin a seductive gaze. He gulped, sat up and tugged at his tie. She wasn’t the boring cow. She was ready and willing to get things going. He was grateful she was playing along and not pretending to be so naïve .

  “Um, are you really hungry? Cause if you’re not, I can pay the bill and we can get that steak at my place. I’ve got a couple of ribeyes that won’t take long to whip up. Shall we leave?”

  Sandy stood and moved away from her chair. She winked at Franklin, turned and seductively walked towards the door. That settled it. He pulled out his wallet, threw  $25 on the table for the horrible spinach dip and hastily followed his date.

  He caught up to her and offered his arm. She held on tight, as they walked out into the night and towards his car.

  It didn’t take long to reach his place. They joked and played a subdued version of grab ass along the way. Sandy looked around the apartment. It was sparsely furnished. Typical man’s styling but with less appeal than most. It was almost sad. There was nothing to make it stand out a say something about the person living there. It was cookie cutter yet it begged for definition.

  “Did you get the feeling we were being followed?” Franklin asked, from the kitchen. “ There was a car that kept popping up. Maybe I was seeing things.”

  “No, not really. Could you just get that steak going? I’m fucking starving.”

  That wasn’t a lady like answer. But Franklin didn’t give a damn. He’d fix the steaks, feed her, fuck her and get ghost. If she was a good lay, he might make her a regular. He took the steaks from the fridge and put them in the sink. He let some lukewarm water run across them.

The doorbell rang.

“Who the hell?...Would you mind getting that, Sandy? I’m getting the food ready. I think it might be my brother. Sometimes he drops by after he gets off work. He doesn’t like going straight home to his wife.”

  For the price of some spinach dip, he was going to screw like a champ.

  “Who is it?” He asked, over the running water.  “ Oh. How do you take your steak?”

  A dull pain shot through his neck and traveled up the back of his head. Franklin threw a hand up to shield himself from more agony. His legs felt wobbly, as he turned around. He slid down the front of the sink and tried to focus on his attacker. The room was spinning but he could make out the shapes of two people. One of them was holding a billy club. He heard it drop to the floor. The sting of a needle pierced his arm and coldness seemed to spread from the point of its contact. Focus. He had to focus. He tried to move, tried to open his mouth. Nothing. Whatever was coursing through his body made him as limp as a noodle.

  “Awww…don’t he look so cute, with his sexy self?”

  That voice…the shape. It was the cow. Cynthia.

  “Yeah, he is kinda cute,” Sandy whispered. “Can’t find many assholes who fit the cute bill today.”

  There was a black bag on the floor. Sandy stooped down and reached inside. She pulled out  a set of knives, spices and a hacksaw. Franklin couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. But he was screaming inside his head.

  “YOU FUCKING WHORES! DON’T DO THIS! WHAT…WAIT…WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?”

  Sandy held up a carving knife and then put it down. She smiled up at Cynthia and nodded her head. She picked up the hacksaw and turned to Franklin. There were tears of confusion and fear running down his face. His breathing was labored and snot bubbles formed in one of his nostrils. He was blinking slowly and a trickle of blood peeked across his lip. Sandy crawled over to the dazed, frightened man and licked his face.

  “Me and my sister like our steak…rare.”

With a lightening quick move, Sandy let the saw blade sink into Franklin’s soft thigh. She sawed with slow passionate movements. The motionless man watched as his blood oozed and spurted out. Like a surgeon, Sandy angled the blade and sliced off a nice sized piece of the muscle. Her sister jumped and squealed with joy, as she tossed the quivering flesh onto the floor.

  “OH GOD, OH GOD STOOOOP! FUCK ME! NOOOO, PLEEEASE STOOOOP!”

  Sandy held the man’s arm out. She reared back with the saw and let it land in the elbow joint. She sliced and hacked the tissue, as bits and pieces of shirt and skin bathed the blade in crimson fluid. Cynthia snorted like a pig and grabbed a knife. She flung herself down, next to Franklin, and plunged the steel  into his chest. The deranged woman yanked the weapon out and thrust it into the uncut thigh. Blood sprayed onto her arms and face. She stopped momentarily, to lick the back of her arm, and then started to stab Franklin again.

  As the life drained from his body, Franklin tried to say he was sorry, like a real man would. But with each slice and stab of hell, he realized it wouldn’t matter. So he quietly, effortlessly sank into darkness.

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malignant

Stephan sniffed and rubbed the snot away from his nose, with a dirty shirt sleeve. He’d been wearing the same shirt for ten days. There was no need to count days anymore. But he did it to keep the frail thread of sanity he felt leaving.

He looked around the room. It used to be a pretty cool set up. He had all the toys a guy could want. Just a month before, he bought the 70” flat screen that he’d wanted since last year. He was going to get the guys over and make Sunday’s and Monday’s the getaway nights. There was nothing like some violent football collisions, to get the adrenaline going and discuss the past week’s adventures.

“Well fuck that to hell. Ain’t that right babe?”

He directed the question to his fiancée Kathy. She was handcuffed and chained to a chair, near the apartment door. Her face was pale and her eyes looked like she was a hundred or so miles away. Her breathing was rapid, pulse was weak and she had a fever.

“What are you talkin’ about?” she asked, almost in a whisper. “Fuck what?”

“Damn. Your memory is goin’ fast. They said that was one of the symptoms. Do you feel like you have a fever? I mean, you don’t look so hot.”

“Take these damn chains off me, Stephan. I’m not sick. I told you, I don’t have it. I ate that bad deer chili and it gave me some kinda food poisoning. Let me go.”

“You were just fine, last night. Now you got a fever and you look like shit. You stay chained up. I love you but I love me too.”

Kathy found the strength to spit at him. “You’re an asshole!”

“…And you’re contagious. I don’t want it to be this way. You saw what they said on the news. We have to be cautious. This thing has gotten out of hand. People are roaming the streets and turning. You don’t know who has it!”

The young woman let her head fall backwards and a long sigh escaped her lips.

“If I had known you were such a pig…damn.” She snapped her head forward and looked at Stephan. He was sitting across the room, on the floor, with his back against the sofa. They had pushed it next to the far wall to watch the door. The first two nights they were trouble free. But after that, there were attacks and attempts to break in almost each evening. People were panicking and there were no answers. Mass hysteria was setting in and there was a general lack of control, to say the least.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

The loud knock made Kathy jump.

“Who the hell is it?!” Stephan demanded. He cocked the Glock he was babying and pointed it at the door. He had positioned Kathy near the entrance to see if she would draw out any stragglers in the building. They stayed in a four family unit but didn’t know what was going on in two of the other apartments. The Vega’s were dead. Manny shot himself and his wife on day five. They left a note on the door. Their bodies stank to high hell. Mr. Bachman was an old man in his 80’s. He cried for help for a few days and then went silent. He was surely done.

BOOM, BOOM!

“Knock again and I will blow you the fuck away! Who is it?!”

Kathy shook her head and sobbed slightly.

“It’s one of them,” she said softly. “We should have checked the basement door. I told you they could get in that way.”

“Shut up,” Stephan snapped. “It really don’t matter. Nobody’s comin’ in here.”

“It could be someone who needs help. You can’t assume everyone is infected. We’re still okay. 

Maybe they’re just afraid like us.”

Stephan stood and walked towards his fiancée. He stood next to her and watched her. He pushed her head back, with the gun. She was breathing a little easier. He put the gun in his waist, reached into his pocket, pulled out surgical gloves and snapped them on. He felt her forehead. She was burning up.  For a moment, he wanted to cry. This isn’t how he envisioned the time before their marriage. He planned wild sex, trips to tropical islands and general debauchery before they settled into married life. The outbreak put all that on hold. Thanks to some stowaway from South America, the world was on the brink of extinction. The Night Plague, they labeled it. It was a malignant form of sleeping disease that cased the infected to mutate rapidly. In the first stage, sleeplessness, loss of nervous system control, skin atrophy, the onset of rabies, are just a few of the effects. It’s quite the nasty little bugger.

“Food poisoning, huh? You’re burnin’ up. You got scratched buy that guy, when we were raiding the store. I told you to be careful and you let your guard down!”

Kathy looked up at Stephan, with pleading eyes. “Sweetie, it’s not what you think. I’m a med student, remember? I’d lock myself in the bedroom if I thought I was contagious.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe he was starting to be just as insane as the people they saw roaming the streets. He was suddenly glad she’d talked him into the second floor apartment. She was almost a doctor. She had no reason to lie.

Stephan snapped off one glove and carefully used it to remove the other. He marched to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet. He glanced in the mirror, before leaving. The scraggly beard looked crazy on him. Kathy mentioned he needed to take a razor, when they were in the store.  He scratched the light fur and moved back to the living room.

As he walked past the dining room table, he snatched up the keys to Kathy’s prison.

“Finally,” she said, watching him untangle the chains and click open the lock. “You’d think I was some malignant creature instead of your wife to be.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Stephan crooned, while pulling the chains from Kathy’s slender frame. “ I just had to make sure. You looked so fucked up.”

“I understand,” was all Kathy whispered in his ear as she lightly kissed his neck. Her hands caressed his neck and slid down his chest, as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. The fever wasn’t as bad but he was right. She felt like shit. She pulled the gun from his waist, pushed him back and shot him in the leg. One landed in his thigh while the other was a loud tear to the kneecap. Blood and skin flew across the hardwood floor as if someone had popped a balloon. Stephan screamed in pain, as he back peddled on the floor, using his good leg. She aimed higher and squeezed another into his shoulder. It knocked him into the sofa.

“WHAT THE HELL?! KATHY, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!”

“You were gonna kill me! You had me at that fucking door like bait on a hook! A piece of meat! You never really loved me. You never cared. I was supposed to be your meal ticket to luxury. FUCK YOU!”

Stephan gingerly propped himself up, to ease the pain. Each move was excruciatingly difficult. He watched the blood pouring from his wounds and looked up at Kathy. The rapid breathing was back. She was twitching and her skin was visibly crawling. There was a light foam bubbling from the side of her mouth.

“You lying bitch.”

“Doesn’t matter. I get to see you die. You could have at least treated me with some dignity.”

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

“Who the hell is that?!” Stephan yelled through his pain.

Kathy eased over to the door and stood triumphantly.

“Last night, after another of your meaningless, empty attempts at sex, you fell asleep as usual. While you were snoring like a drunk, I took a trip down to Mr. Bachman’s apartment. He told me, a while back, there was a spare key under his doormat. He’s such a sweet guy. I used to go to the store for him all the time. He trusted me. I digress. I went into his apartment and low and behold, he was sitting in his chair, chewing on Cinnamon. You remember his cat, right? Well he noticed me, dropped the half eaten cat, popped up and came after me. He sniffed at me, snorted and went back to eating.”

Stephan moaned and squirmed in pain. Kathy opened one chain.

BOOM, BOOM!

“Well I couldn’t let the man go hungry. I knew I was sick, when he didn’t attack me. I only had a few days of sanity left. So I promised him a decent meal…along with…myself.”

She popped another chain lose and then opened the deadbolt. She flung open the door. Mr. Bachman ambled in. He looked around the room, sniffing loudly. He released a spine tingling hiss that caused his mouth to open and expose rotting sharp teeth. He whipped his head towards Stephan and quickly lumbered and limped over to the injured man.

“NOOOOO!”

The filthy old man struggled with Stephan and  sank his powerful jaws into the soft bloody flesh of the wounded thigh. He tore a chunk out as the man screamed and tried to shove him away. Kathy dropped the gun as she coughed up bloody gray foam. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a primal scream. Her bones crackled and skin crawled and itched. She slowly walked over to her fiancée, fell onto her knees, and fought with him until she bit into his throat. The satisfied moans, chewing and slurping, slowly eased Stephan into a deep remorseful sleep. 

His last view was of the 70’ flat screen.

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mr. pickles

"Danny, don't go in there."

The sound of Russell's voice was low and hesitant. He had heard the stories about the store in the old house and wanted to believe they were all made up. He wanted nothing more than to believe there was no old man, with half his face chewed off, waiting to devour bad kids. But his gut instinct was telling him something else.

"You're a chicken! BUCK-AAWK! There's nothin' to worry about. We'll go inside, look around and be out in no time. I'm tellin' ya, there's nothin' goin' on in that place."

Danny was the wise one. He always had the logical explanation. Even if it sounded like crap at first, it usually worked out the way he said. But this time the butterflies were flipping like trapeze artists.

"I don't know. It's dark, we're kinda far from home. Let's turn around. They say there's some kids that went in there and never came back."

Danny looked at his friend and shook his head slowly. "I never thought my best friend would turn out to be a wuss. "I'll go myself. Stay out here. You'll probably get ate by the damn dogs that roam the streets."

"Stop it, Danny! They say the kids got turned into...sausage. He eats people."

That was the one. That last phrase put Danny on the ground with laughter.

"No way! Are you serious??! Who are 'they' and how did they get the story? Look, there's nothing in the place. It's just and old house with a store in the basement. We're gonna prove everybody wrong."

Danny held out his hand for Russell to help him up. When he got to his feet, the boys ran up the path to the worn down house. It hadn't been painted in years. The sides were coated in dirt and decay. The front porch look like a smiling face with missing teeth. The wood was moldy and looked black, under the late evening sky. There was a heavy presence that seemed to hang over the property. Russell could feel it in his chest as they went around the side of the house.

"Can you feel that?"

Danny sighed as he answered. "Now what, chicken shit?"

"That feeling. It's bad. Let's go. Let's just tell the guys we went in. They won't know."

"No. We gotta get something. A piece of candy, a pop bottle. Something."

"I'm tellin' ya, they won't KNOW! Let's get it from Wal-Mart, Walgreens, any Wal but here!"

"You drunk. Let's go."

Danny found a small window. It was big enough for them to get inside, with a little bit of a struggle. The wind picked up and howled through the densely planted trees of the back yard Danny yanked on the window but it was locked. He looked around and found a rock. Russell shook his head violently while Danny nodded. The boy reared his arm back, as she friend covered his ears. The stone came down with a muffled crash. Reaching in carefully, Danny found the latch on the old window and raised it. A rush of air escaped and blew past the boys. There was a low growling voice that tickled their ears.

"What the fuck was THAT? Did you hear it?! It said, Welcome, foolish ones.' I know you heard it, Danny! Please say you did!"

"Stop smokin' that bad weed. It was the wind. C'mon, you're just a jumpy lame."

Danny peered into the dark basement. He had to admit, there was a foul smell that filled the air. He stuck his head in and tried to get a better look around. the store was there, just like they'd heard. He motioned for Russell to follow him, as he lent his slim body snake through the window and onto the floor. He landed with a sturdy thud. The floor felt soft beneath him. Before he got his balance, Russell was falling behind him. The boy fell forward and pushed Danny into a large display of bubble gum, candy and other sugary treats.

"Dammit! You're a clumsy ass!" He tried to whisper. "Look what you made me do!"

"You broke the window! Mr. Pickles heard us! I know he did!"

Danny looked at his scared partner, as they scurried to pick things up and replace them. "His name is what?"

"Mr. Pickles. He likes to eat people. Kids more than anything. He sells the pieces too."

"But why Mr. Pickles? That sounds lame as fuck. He smell like dill pickles or somethin'?" Danny let out a snicker, picked up a piece of candy and took it out of the wrapper. He was about to put it in his mouth, when it faded away in his hand. He looked at Russell. He looked at the empty wrapper in his hand. He tossed the paper and picked up another. He quickly opened it with the same result. It faded away, with a whiff of smoke.

Danny looked around the basement and took in the morbid sights. There were jars filled with bones, what looked like herbs and pieces of dried meat that hung from the ceiling. He walked further let his hand trail an old counter that was in the middle of the room. His hand hit a jar and he looked closely at the contents. At first it looked like eggs.  As he peered closer, they took the shape of cow eyes. They were old and slightly grayed.

"Fuck me," Danny said slow and low. "Why do they call this guy Mr. Pickles, again?" He waited for an answer as he saw another jar. It contained a flesh colored meat. He picked the huge container up, for a better look. He yelled and dropped it. A sea of sizzling liquid drenched the floor, along with hands and feet that had been stuffed in the jar.

"He likes to pickle the body parts. That makes them taste oh so sweet and juicy."

Russell's voice was different. It was low and coarse. It sounded like he was pretending.

"Stop it, Russell," he demanded while kicking at the severed limbs on the floor. "Let's get outta here."

When Danny turned towards his friend, he was looking at a huge figure. It was wearing a bloody white apron. He looked up slowly and saw the half mangled face. There was smoothness on one side, like it had been cut off in some sort of accident. The other side was angry, filled with filthy, razor sharp teeth that protruded from a ghastly mouth which oozed thick, black pus. A huge hand quickly snatched his throat and lifted him from the floor. Danny's legs swung as he tried to break free.

"Allow me to introduce myself," the figure said with a drastically changing voice. "Mr. Pickles is the name. You're going to be extra sweet meat. You'll replace what you've destroyed."

Danny gurgled and gasped. He looked at the window. Russell was still outside. He was screaming and bagging on the window but there was no sound. The pain around his throat was intense. He felt pressure around his eyes, his head felt light. He smelled his own excrement, as the unbearable pain made him shit.

Russell banged on the glass and finally stopped. He saw his friend's head snap to one side. Urine dripped from Danny's body and mixed with the blood that oozed from his ears nose and mouth. Mr. Pickles turned and looked at the boy. As he held the lifeless body, he raised his other hand and put a finger to his lips.

"Ssssssh...."

In a blur of motion, Russell watched Mr. Pickles tear his friend to fleshy shreds. The pieces plopped on the floor and twitched.

Another scream escaped Russell's throat as he got up and ran...and ran...and ran.

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the old shack

It was a typical Friday evening.

Joshua had polished off a few beers at the local bar and was ready to head home. He looked at his surroundings and shook his head. The same people, the same conversations, the same disconnection and fake smiles. The routine was an established one that did its job. He stayed out of trouble.

"What cha got goin for the weekend, Josh?"

Martinez had run the bar since Josh had been a regular. He couldn't picture the place without the stout man and his walrus mustache. Every week, the same question. Every week, the same answer.

"Nothin'  much. Catch a movie-"

"...or two and just chill," Martinez helped Josh finish. "You need to get yourself outta that rut, man. You're too predictable."

Josh smiled.

"No, I'm serious, dude. These other bums in here are just that...bums. You got a decent job, got your head on straight. Why do you keep doin' this to yourself? Find a decent woman, settle down and live life."

Looking around the bar, Josh chuckled. "If this is living, a body would be better off dead." He pulled a crumpled up twenty from his pants pocket and tossed it on the bar. No change, same price. Routine.

The men exchanged half-hearted looks, as Josh stood to leave. His ass was numb, from sitting in one place for so long. He took one last look at the bar. There was a stunning woman he'd overlooked. There was no missing her. She stood out from the others like oil in water. She winked at him and licked her lips.

"Yeah, right," he thought to himself. "Guys like me, don't get women like that. Whatever." He nodded, gave her a crooked smirk and waved at Martinez.

"At least I got my head on straight...for whatever that's worth."

The skies looked gray and were painted with dark clouds that grew angrier as Josh walked to his car.

"HEY!"

The voice behind him was soft yet demanding. He turned to see the woman from the bar. She was trotting towards him and then slowed to a sexy bounce.

"Want some company?" She asked, after posing in front of him, her hand seductively on a curvaceous hip.

She was fantastic. Thick pouty lips, curly hair, a figure that would make Aphrodite blush. There had to be a mistake. Either she was drunk out of her mind or maybe his luck was changing.

With hesitation, Josh looked away and then back at the woman. "How  far you goin'? I only live right down the street."

"I'm goin' anywhere you are, Josh."

"I didn't give you my name,” he noticed. “…and you are?"

"Oh! Kelly...Kelly Allen. And I overheard you talkin' to Martinez."

Screw it. She was sexy, he was bored, the evening was young and rain was on the way.

"Get in."

They drove along the road in silence. It was the same road that Josh used every weekend, when leaving the bar. There was nothing spectacular about it. Everything looked washed out and gray. Each detail seemed like a boring black and white Polaroid. The trees moved by in succession, like a bad cartoon loop. He glanced at his passenger. She knew he was watching her. She wore a thigh high black skirt with tattered leggings. Her grey sweater top hugged a pair of knockers that made Josh breathe deeper and swallow hard. She rubbed her thigh and moved her skirt up higher as she brought her hand towards her waist.

"Better keep your eyes on the road. I wanna make it to your place in one piece. You can devour me there, lover."

"What? What makes you think I wanna do that?"

"The lump in your pants. That's always a sure indicator. Or am I wrong?" Kelly let out a wicked laugh. "Good thing you got your head on straight."

Josh slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid on the damp road. The clouds had gathered and the rain finally caught them. It pelted the car with hard droplets that sounded like hail.

Kelly laughed.

"Look. That old shack. Take me over there. It's raining. That's romantic," she snickered again. "You can do me in the shack while the rain makes us...wet."

The sound of Josh putting the car in park sliced through the pelting rain. He looked at her, long and hard. She was serious. His luck was changing. A beautiful woman was begging to have sex with him.

"Okay...okay. I, um...fuck it. Okay, let's go."

Putting the car back into gear, he drove the Boxster off the road and up towards the shack. He glanced around to make sure no one was lurking about. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. Even though he was a nerdish office guy, he had standards. If anyone saw him with this type of woman, talk would start. Talk was all he needed to destroy his peaceful existence.

They stopped on the side of the old place. Kelly was laughing and tried her hand at singing. She 

belted out a sure and strong verse, but was severely out of tune

"THE LOOOOVE SHACK IS A LIL OLD PLACE WHERE WE CAN GET TO-GETHAAAAA! LOVE SHACK  BAY-A-BEEEE!"

"PLEASE! Hold it down."

Kelly looked at him with a serious cock of her head. "Really? There's nobody around. Outside of the raccoons and the invisible paparazzi, it's just you, me and that hard wood you're hiding. Come on!"

She opened the door and sprang from the car. The rain mingled with her curls and they slowly went limp on her head. She twirled and danced about in the falling water. Josh was getting irritated. He was beginning to think he'd made a mistake. But it was too late now. He had to go on with it. He got out of the coupe and followed her inside the shack.

Once they  were  inside the building, Kelly wrapped her arms around him, pulled his lips towards her and kissed him passionately. She moaned with delight, as she guided his hand onto her chest. This was truly different. Josh was used to being in control. The routine was off.

"What's the matter? You having second  thoughts? Don't tell me I made a move on you and now you're gonna act like a scared little chicken. Come on...live a little. Have some fun! I see you every week in that bar. You sit, look at everybody, have a few beers and just leave. Your life needs some excitement! I sat there two hours waiting on you! I almost thought you weren't coming. But it's your routine. I made myself wait. Now it's time to break free!"

She was right. He was predictable. A sad case. He'd have to change.

"You know...you're right."

He ran his fingers through her wet locks and kissed her on the forehead. He took her by the hand and led her to a dark doorway and  set of stairs that led to a musky basement. There was an oil lamp on a rickety table. He reached into his pocket, produced a lighter and lit the wick. A dull glow ached forth, through the dirty glass.

"How'd you know that was there?"

"Just dumb luck. Let's take a look down there, shall we?" Josh loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar and sighed.

Kelly peered down the dim staircase and took a step forward. She strained to get some indication of what was beyond the dark haze that altered her view.

The sound of buzzing trickled into her ears.

"Can you see anything?" Josh asked, while reaching behind the table. "It seems really dark."

"Eww...it reeks. What's that smell? Like rotten meat."

"It is."

Kelly turned around as the machete crashed into her skull. Josh braced his foot on her torso and pulled it out. A crimson fountain blossomed from her forehead. The woman tried to talk but let forth only gurgles and coughs. Blood oozed from her ears, nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled back, as she tumbled down the stairs and landed with a squish.

The machete dangled at Josh's side. He picked up the lamp and walked down the stairs. The light landed on Kelly. Her body was still shaking, as she tried to reach out for mercy, her limp, weak arm shivering.

"Ssssshhh...hush. You'll be just fine in a moment. You don't wanna wake your friends. They'll be pissed."

Josh had to kick the mangled remains of other bodies out of his way, to position himself. He sat the lamp on one of the deteriorating steps and looked around. The carnage was at least a foot deep. . Maggots and blowflies swarmed on the corpses. Some had mouths agape, frozen in disbelief.

"Gotta be number...seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. Hot damn! You're lucky number twenty! Good thing I got my head on right."

He raised the huge blade and swung it down with a sticky crunch. He whistled The Camptown Ladies. With each whack, he thought about how boring life could be. The routine...the monotony.

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Twist3d,Pt.18

the sound of more gravel crunching came from outside.''WAIT BOY!''vernon called out to dale.yet it was to late.the young man burst through the door.darla screamed as scott pulled the trigger.a spray of blood from dale's back colored the wall as he banged against it.he tried to move forward once more and was met with an explosion that took his arm off.vernon heard the shots and moved backwards towards the front door.''PUT CHA FUCKIN HANDS UP NOW!''he turned to see five guns locked on him.through the crowd a husky man walked in.''where's my daughter?where's sharon?!''vernon gave a crooked smile.''i told ju...that big tittie bitch dead.''he raised his gun.a hail of bullets turned him into mangled red meat.sharon's father walked over to him and reached into his pocket.he pulled out the cell phone.''gps...gotta love it.''he spit on vernon's lifeless body.scott and darla slowly came into the room.the guns all swayed in their direction.the little girl was in front of them.she still chewed greedily on the ear.''mr thomas...we~''''it's ok son,''an officer said taking the gun slowly.he had to yank it from his hand.sharon's father began to weep.he put his arm around them and led them out.the child sat and ate as the officers looked on.FIN

Twist3d,Pt.17

the child led them to a door that had dried blood on the doorknob.she pushed it open and they were hit with the stench of rotting meat and spices.on a table was a body that had been gutted.the intestines were in a large bucket.on a wall behind the table were mason jars full of dark and vile looking body parts.''fuck me.wat is this shit?''scott said gagging.he covered his nose and mouth.darla had a vomit reflex but held her mouth.the child ran to the body,pulled off an ear and chomped into it smiling.the flesh tore like jerky.vernon walked to a drawer and got out bullets for his gun.dale fell on the floor near his mother and began to weep.''boy she gon nah.aint nothin kin be done...cep kill dem mutherfuckurs that went an done it.''he clicked the gun shut and held it by his head.''git up an come on boy.''dale touched alice's body.his hand was bloody.he wiped it on his already stained shirt.he let out a primal scream.vernon heard the floor boards move over his head.so did dale.the young man sprang up and ran for the curing room.''damit dale!''vernon took off behind his crazed son.he had never seen him so angry.he loved it.''go git him boy,heh,heh!''scott stood firm after hearing the scream.he held the shotgun towards the door...

Twist3d,Pt.16

the sound of a shotgun blast and flying flesh filled the house.the child started to get up but darla stopped her.''it's ok baby.come on let's play.''she tried her best to stay calm with the girl.her mother was probably dead now.that was something they never thought of.an innocent in the mix.scott walked back into the room.his clothes were covered in the back spray of blood,brain and skull.darla looked up at him.he nodded his head.''c'mon baby,''darla said gently pulling up the frail girl.''let's play hide and seek.you like to play that game?''she nodded in glee.the sound of gravel crunching caught their attention.''FUCK!''scott grabbed darla's arm and they ran to the back of the house.''WHICH WAY UP OR DOWN?!''darla shouted at the child.she pulled her to a set of stairs that led upwards.they ran up stumbling as they did.the front door opened with a crash.''ALICE,DARLIN?!''a silence fell over the house.''wher ya at baybeh?''as he walked he found the answer.the body of his wife lay with the head mangled and strewn about.blood covered the walls and steadily grew beneath the body.a leg twitched and stopped as he stared.''daddy?''dale came in and saw the carnage also.his knees buckled and he threw up.''HURR I COME!''vernon yelled...

Twist3d,Pt.15

"well gotdam doll beybee!les get it own!''alice was more than ready to give up the ass to a cute dish like scott.darla kept her tears quiet and played with the child.scott slowly got to his feet and walked to the large woman.''so,um,where we go''nna do this?don't want your daughter ta see.''that brought a smile from alice.she bared her teeth and scott fought back the urge to puke.her teeth were yellowish green and more than a few were missing.what was once a fairly acceptable face turned hideous.''c'mon in da back lover.''she got up and walked teasingly ahead of him.he watched the folds of fat and flab shake and wiggle as she tried to switch her flat ass.she went into the room by the phone.she turned,grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.her hunger for him was shown in a sloppy wet kiss.her breath was putrid and stale.she worked her rough tongue in his mouth,moaning from her delight.''yo mouf sho is sweet,''she said laying the gun against a chair.''how ya wont dis tite pussy boy?on all fos like a dawg?''she pulled her huge drawers down as she got on her knees.the smell hit scott and made him cough.the white cotton had a huge tan stain in the crotch.''i'm so sorry.''the young man grabbed the gun and aimed...

Twist3d,Pt.14

''shit,shit,shit!''scott rambled.''wat can we do?!''darla was on the verge of tears.''hurr ya go baby dall,''alice said bringing the water.''you still need ta make dat call?''''um,no,no.actually we jus gotta get back to the place we left and wait on the police.it'll be much quicker that way.''''yeah.we don't know this address so we won't be a bother,''darla chimed in.''no bother.i needs da compnay.''alice walked to a closet and reached in slow.the child was still connected to her like a leech.she swung a shotgun out.scott dropped the glass.''yew think i'm a dummay?!git cher ass up aginst the wall and sit down!''darla's tears began to fall.scott held her as they slid down the dirty greasy wall.''just thank.i woulda fucked you,''alice said winking at scott.''all vern do nah is watch tv and cure meat.e'r now an then he ack like he wont it.be he can't handle me no more!to old...i need a yungin to hit this!''she laughed and pulled up a chair.finally the little girl ran away.''imma do it,''scott whispered.''but you gotta back me up.be on ya shit!''the child came back with a dirty naked doll.the head was off.she sat next to darla wanting to play.''hey,uh,alice.''the stout woman looked at scott.he was rubbing his dick.''want to?''...

Twist3d,Pt.13

alice handed scott the phone.he looked suprised and wondered what it was about.''um,hello?''''son this is officer vernon stubbs wit the virgina countay poh-lice department.yew been in some sorta wreck?''''thank god!yes our friends were killed and this~''he looked at darla and motioned for her to leave with alice and the girl.''yew thur boy?''''yes sir,''he whispered.''this crazy hillbilly guy killed our friends and took our car.''''is dat rite nah?you sure he killed em?wat makes yew say dat?''''SHIT WE SAW~we saw it happen.''he said adjusting his voice.''ok son.you just stay wher ya at an we'll be thur in a jiffy.10-4.''scott was about to hang up the phone when he heard dale in the background.''wat mama need is ta git daddy?''a sharp pain raced through his stomach and up to his throat.he realized he had to puke.he slammed the phone down and took off his shirt.he hurled the hot bile from his stomach into his shirt as the women looked on.''you ah rite chile?''alice asked with a concerned face.''yeah...i just need some water please.''alice made her way to the kitchen with the small girl in tow.''wat is wrong with you?''he grabbed darla by the arm.''we gotta get the fuck out.that was hillbilly boy!he's on his way.''...

Twist3d,Pt.12

''hur up boy!get dem thangs an c'mon!''vernon barked out.he looked at barns and chuckled.''dam he hit choo but good,heh,heh!you still wit me?how many fangers i got up?''barns started to weep as vernon teased and taunted him.''suck dat shit up mayne!jus clownin wit cha.''dale walked from the back with a container of potato salad.''ain't no strang beans.''vernon shook his head.''ok.well maybe ya ma got somethin in store.''he looked at the owner once more.''you know wat ta do rite?ssssh,''he said putting a finger to his lips.as they moved to the door,a couple kids were looking inside.''GIT CHER ASS AWAY FROM HURR!''the boys scattered as vernon opened the door.''fuckin retards...oh shit leme check ta see wat cha mama want.''he pulled out the cell as they got back in the car.he was proud of the new toy he had.he pressed redial and waited.''wat da hell took yew so long woman?''''we got compnay.couple kids have a bad wreck an wanted ta use ah phone.''vernon paused and thought.''ask em wat kinuh car,''he said slowly.he listened with perked intensity and heard scott talking.''he say a volvo station wagon honey.how ya'll git ta town?''a long pause.''volvo station wagon...keep em thur baby cakes.put the boy on da phone.''...

Twist3d,Pt.11

''well speak up?!i ain't gos time ta fuck aroun!''''ma'm if we could jus use your phone?we had an accident.''the woman looked at darla.she put her thick arms on her hips and sighed.''ya'll ain't playin no game is ya?kids fer eva comin thru hurr akin a fool!''scott spoke up.''our friends were killed.it was really bad.''the angry scowl on the big woman's face softened.''reckon i'm sorrey ta hear that,''she paused and looked them over.''c'mon.''she stepped aside as the child clung to her.scott walked in with darla stuck to him like a leech.''alice.''''excuse me?''the woman shook her head.''ma name's alice,''she said to darla,closing the door.''phone's down the hall there.''the smell in the house was horrible.it made the outside seem quaint.darla covered her mouth and nose.it reeked of chittlins and shit.''wat the fuck is~''''that delightful smell?''scott interrupted.alice smiled and brushed down her big tits.''why thank yoo,''she said blushing.''we do ah own meat curin an smokin.smell goood don't it?''''yes ma'm.jus like home,''he said pulling darla.''down this hall?''''das rite.''alice licked her lips as she watched scott's tight ass.''fuck.i can't think of any numbers without my phone.''''shit jus call the cops.''...

Twist3d,Pt.10

the house was a mess.it had boards missing and the paint was chipping all over.the lawn was a sea of sink holes and sewer water.''tell me again why we have to go in there?''darla whined.scott stepped over a pile of dog shit and turned towards her.''we couldn't go the way they went.that's the way we came.at least this way we found a place.''she looked up at the house with a sigh.''shit do ya think they even HAVE a phone?wats wrong with yours?''''fuck,darla!i told you.i left it at the motel.''they stepped through dark dirty water.''that's why we shoulda went back to town.''she snorted.''wow.how bout 'thanx for findin a house scott'?would that be so hard!?''they walked up the porch steps and onto the weak landing.scott pressed the doorbell.it buzzed low and stuttered.after no response,he knocked.he was about to bang again when they heard movement.the door opened and a small girl peeked out.''heeey honey,''scott eased out.''are your parents home?''the child didn't say a word.she just stared and blinked.''ok,we really need to use your~''the door swung open.scott jumped back as darla grabbed his arm.''da hell ya wont?!''the child hid behind her mother.the woman was huge and wore no bra.her large tits swung like melons...

Twist3d,Pt.9

''DO IT BOY!''at vernon's command,his son swung the bat connecting with the old man's head.it wasn't enough to kill him but he fell forward in pain.a stream of blood poured from his ear onto the counter.''AN DIS ONE BELONGS TO DA REDS!''vernon shouted.dale watched barns as he grabbed his head and slid to the floor.he looked up at the boy and shook his head pleading for his life.his lips formed the words but nothing came out except a soft cry.''well is he dead?''dale nodded his head slowly.vernon cocked his head and walked around to see the man.tears streamed down his face and mixed with the thick red life that seeped from his ear.''you lyin lil prick.he ain't nowhur near dead.''he aimed the gun at barns and pulled the trigger.a loud click was all he got.''well fuck me sleepin.ya lucked out ol timer.no hard feelins?''barns looked at the floor and shook his head slowly.''dis ah lil secret rite?''barns nodded.''good boy.nah we gon take a few thangs yew jus put it on our tab ya hear?''another nod.vernon put the gun in his pocket and looked at his son.''put da bat back dip shit an go get some tatuh salad an strang beens.''dale tossed the bat to his father and walked towards the back.''gettin some balls,huh?!FUCK U!''...

Twist3d,Pt.8

''HE-HEEEE!we really hur daddy!we ain't been in town fer months!''vernon looked at the boy and shook his head.''dale?''he said quietly.''yeah pop?''''SHUT the hell up!''he snorted and punched his son in the arm.''don't go ackin like you ain't never been hur!we civilize folk.come from gud stock.na come on les take a look.pull up to da store thur.''dale parked while vernon finally tossed the shovel in the back.the young man was so excited,he blew into the store ahead of his father.''uh...evenin dale,vernon.ain't seen you fellas in months.''vernon looked around the store with a sense of pride.''yep.how bizniss been fur ya barns?''the owner watched as dale ran to the porno books.''now dale,don't open it if ya ain't gon buy it!''vernon snapped his head towards the man and fast walked to the counter.''wat cha say barns?u sayin we can't afford no pussy book?''he whipped angrily.''no.they wrapped in plastic and~''with a smooth fluid move,vernon had his pistol at barns' throat.''mutherfucker soun like u think u better n us.BOY GRAB ONE A DEM BUTT BOOKS N COME ON!''dale came into view and shook his head.''no daddy.''''still got dat bat bahind ya counter?''''vern i'm sorry all i meant was~''''take it like a man barns.''...

Twist3d,Pt.7

darla and scott watched the volvo squeal off down the dirt road.as she watched the swirling haze clear,darla felt the urge to scream and break down crying.scott had done his best to keep her quiet while they watched their friends die.''sssh,c'mon darla.i know,but it's over.it's over.we gotta find the police and tell.''the frantic woman couldn't contain herself.she began heaving and wheezing.she was having and asthma attack.scott tried to hold her but she broke away and out of the brush.she stood still and puked.it flew out in violent chunks that bounced on the dry cracked earth.when she emptied her stomach she cried and screamed more.''BE QUIET!we don't know how many more of them sick fucks are around!it's about us now...please darla.get it together.''she realized scott was right and pulled out her inhaler.she sucked down a couple shots,harked and spit.''but they killed em.they did it like it was fun!''she said finally.scott plopped down on a fallen tree.''i saw it too,darla,i'm not blind!but we gotta get help.we gotta do it for them.''''how,scott?!we in some fucked up nowhere on the map!maybe e'r body out here does that shit!...and why didn't you help!?''the young man jumped up.''CAUSE WE'D BE DEAD TOO BITCH!''...

Twist3d,Pt.6

dale wrapped the man's body up tight and tossed it along the side of the cargo area.he ran back to the driver seat like a big kid.''LET'S GO DADDY!''he put the car in gear and peeled off.dale loved going into town.it brought back memories of a time past when the whole family didn't have to struggle so much.that's when he was much closer to his father.now they just bickered and nagged each other.the sound of a cell phone broke the silence of their drive.''wat tha fuck?''vernon looked down by his feet and there it was.he picked it up and answered.''who da fuck is this?''he asked slowly,spitting out the window again.the man on the other end was suprised by the deep country twang.''is this sharon's phone?''he asked.''she a brown haired girl wit big tits?''a pause.''um...who is this?''''got a pair a lips can suck start a truck?''another pause.''WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!my daughter is on vacation in virginia!''vernon laughed.''aint no mo.she dead.''he flipped the phone shut then opened it again.''who dat daddy?''''hell if i know.guess it was dat bitch old man...oh well.shit happens.''he dialed the number to their home.it rang a few times.the little girl answered.''mandy,tell ya mama we in town.pic'n up a few thangs.''...

Twist3d,Pt.5

dale went about the task of putting the bodies in the car.vernon slid the gun back into his pocket and looked under the hood of the car.''shit ain't nothin wrong sep dis batry cable.''he took off his boot and banged until the wire was snug.''turn dat fucker over boy!''he ordered his son.dale wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and turned the key.the old volvo station wagon hesitated.he turned again and it snapped into life.''HELL YEAH!''vernon shouted and did a little jig while putting his boot on.he hopped into the car and slammed the door.''c'mon boy.let's git it home.ya mama probly ready ta git started.''''let's go inta town,daddy.we hardly get a chance to less we goin fa propane.come on lets do it!pleeease daddy?''his father shook his head,harked up some phlegm and spit out the window.''dale...shut yer yap.ok we can go for a while.but we gotta cover up them stank pots.kinda hot.''the boy jumped from the car and went to work.he took the woman's body and folded her over behind the front seat.she didn't fit well so he fell on her causing a muffled snap of the spine.perfect fit.he took the man's corpse and pulled it to the back.there was a flowered comforter covering the spare tire.''fuckin fag,''vernon snorted...

Twist3d,Pt.4

''SHUT YA YAP!git ready fa some gap tooth lovin!''dale was ready to push himself inside the woman when she reached back and hit him in the nuts.she turned and kicked him in the side as she pulled her pants up.''shit.see there boy,''vernon said calmly.he pulled a pistol from his pocket,aimed at the running woman.she ducked and weaved but he had her in his sights.one shot from the six shooter caught her in the shoulder.she whimpered and grabbed her arm.vernon aimed once more.''dammit!i'm rusty.''he pulled the trigger sending a bullet into the base of her skull.the contact caused her to fall forward and land on a branch.it crunched through her chest pushing her heart and shreds of flesh through her back.she hung on the piece of tree with arms dangling and blood pouring from her mouth.''WHOO!now THAT'S a piece a wood fer ya missy!gone an git er boy.you almost messed up.''dale got up and brushed himself off.he limped to the woman's body,positioned and threw it over his shoulder and walked back to vernon.''toss er in the back...and git ole boy too.''''I AIN'T TOUCHIN HIM DADDY!YOU KILLED 'IM U STACK 'IM!''vernon rushed up to dale and hit him in the temple with the gun.''YOU DO IT!''vernon shouted,aiming at his son...

Twist3d,Pt.3

''WAT DA HELL IS U DOIN DADDY?!''the woman screamed and tried to run.''go git er boy!''vernon said while going through the man's pockets.he tossed aside cards and photos while pulling out the money.''$50!?you cheap basturd!''the man gurgled and babbled while coughing up blood and a few teeth.''shut ya pie hole.''vernon stood up and raised the shovel.he brought it down on the man's face again,and again and again.the force of the last blow caused an eyeball to pop loose.it dangled as red life poured from the socket and soaked the dirt road.dale had caught the young woman easily.her pace was slow and she was freaking out from the turn of events.she beat on dale's back as he carried her.he could smell weed on her clothes.''LET ME GO!FUCK YO GAP TOOTH HILLBILLY AZZ!''''i aint gone hurt cha.it's daddy you ought be word bout.''the woman kicked and fought with all her strength.''FUCK U!''she repeated.dale slammed the woman down on the front of the car.she had a good view of the carnage and screamed again.the manchild shoved down the capri's she wore,and pulled aside her panties.he leaned his weight on her while he pulled out his dick.''boy wat chu doin?''vernon asked politely.''HELL SHE KEEP SAYIN FUCK U IMMA DO IT!''...