Mania and the Executioner (29 page)

This seemed like a good idea at the time, but as I stand on top of a car going 60 mph, it starts to seem like a pretty stupid idea. Suddenly several pictures flash through my head: the frantically clawing Lila bundle, the sobbing Lila bundle, and finally the bruises. I pull my Sic
dagger from my pack as I holster my gun.

“Thanks Airi.”

My rage hits its peak and everything slows down around me. Leaping from the top of the Mercedes, I fly towards the werewolves’ Suburban. I stab into the roof of the SUV to stop myself and I kick the right backseat window open. I jump in and slice the heads off of the three werewolves in the back seat. I decapitate the passenger seat werewolf before stabbing the Sic dagger through the driver’s seat and into the driver. The carnage is magnificent; blood is just fountaining from the necks of the decapitated werewolves as it coats all the windows, the windshield, the driver, and myself. Some part of me is getting a massive amount of pleasure from this, so much that I get lost.

I’m snapped out of it as I fly through the windshield and into a saguaro cactus. I have roughly three dozen spines in
my ass and the backs of my legs, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. The driver of the crashed SUV seems to be unconscious at the wheel and might be bleeding, but it’s difficult to tell. I hear more gunshots as I see a second Suburban full of werewolf auras screech to a stop near the parked Mercedes that is about three hundred yards away. I see Natasha firing her pistol from the car. She hits two of them, not even slowing them down, before taking a grazing shot to her right arm, causing her to drop the gun.

I watch in horror as Cheza gets out of the car and tries to do something frosty. I need to
intervene before she does something she will regret! Damnit! Why can’t I move!? She sprints forward and takes out the werewolf that is closest to the passenger side by grabbing his neck and freezing his throat shut.

Then Cheza takes two rounds to her stomach.

I feel something snap and I roar in pain and rage before clenching my body into a ball. I kick off from the cactus and sprint forward. I’m there in a flash, running up to two of the werewolves, picking both of them up by the neck, crushing their throats like twigs, and throwing them at saguaro cacti hard enough to make them both stick. I rush over to the fourth werewolf and punch my fist through his stomach to wrap my hand around his spine before grabbing his head and tearing it off. I pelt the severed head at the werewolf that shot Cheza, stunning him and knocking the gun from his hands.

I flash over there and
rip his left arm off at the socket while slowing down because I want him to feel this. He falls to the ground where he proceeds to start screaming and writhing around as he holds onto his left shoulder. I feel myself roar again, this demonic sounding roar caused by the helmet’s voice modulation. I start beating the shit out of the werewolf with his own arm, smashing his left leg into pieces, but also causing his left arm to shatter so I grab his right leg and tear it off. His screams send a grim satisfaction to my face as I start to beat his ribcage, careful to avoid his heart so that he doesn’t die too quickly.

I
’ve beaten his ribcage to a pulpy mass as I feel the gore splatter across me, continuing long after I’ve punctured both his lungs, which cut off the werewolf’s screaming. His leg makes contact with his torso until it’s unidentifiable before moving on to his head. I just keep swinging his leg down over and over until I feel Cheza wrap her arms around my torso as our link explodes open.

“COLE! COME BACK TO ME! PLEAS
E!” Cheza screams in my mind; I drop the leg as my helmet retracts.

“I’m sorry Cheza…” I think quietly as I
look at the mass on the ground.

It reminds me of road
-kill that I’ve seen; ones that have been run over so many times that you can no longer tell if it was an animal or ten pounds of ground beef that fell off of a meat truck and was then ran over several times.

I glance at the car
and see Lila staring at me in horror out of the back window.

“Sorry to shatter your illusion of me, but this is what I really am Lila.” I whisper aloud as I look away from her.

I stumble off to the side where I throw up my lunch; Cheza just follows me and starts rubbing my back as I puke my guts out with my hands on my knees. I look around and see nine dead auras, but the driver of the wrecked SUV is still alive.

“Are you alright?” I silently ask Cheza.

“Yeah Cole, I’ll be fine.” Cheza thinks as I see the two sealed bullet holes on her stomach. We need to get those out of her quickly.

“What about nonphysical things?” I ask
, referring to her state of mind after she just killed someone.

“I’m alright Cole. I did what was necessary.” Cheza thinks, hopefully not just rationalizing it to herself.

“Wait here, I’m going to get some answers.” I think to Cheza as I walk back to the crashed SUV.

I wren
ch open the back left door and pull my Sic dagger out of the driver’s seat as the driver moans; it seems that he’s almost recovered, which is rather impressive. I rip open the driver’s side door and drag the driver out of the car. He groans loudly as he falls to the ground and is dragged about fifteen yards from the car. I stab the Sic blade into his right shoulder and twist it, causing him to scream.

“I need answers. Who gave you your orders?
Who is your master?” I ask and stop twisting.

“FUCK YOU!” the w
erewolf screams.

“Look…I’m tired and I have a dozen cacti spines sticking out of my ass so I’d like to do this the easy way. You are going to talk eventually, they always do. Once I start flaying them, it doesn’t take long for them to give me the information and beg for death. So do you feel like going through immense pain before dying or do you feel like telling me what I need know and get to die painlessly?” I ask.

“Fenrir told us to inform the being that flayed anyone of us, that he was looking forward to seeing his child soon.” the werewolf says and starts laughing before I slice through his neck.

I don’t know who my father is but…

Oh Fuck Me

Chapter
25: The Rice Crispy elves are pricks

“Natasha, are you a
lright to drive?” I ask after walking back to the car, upon seeing Natasha holding her arm.

“Yeah, no problem.
What did the wolf say?” she asks.

“Fenrir.”
I reply, leaving out the part about how he might be my dad…oh, and the one that raped Lila. “Lila, can you please sit on Cheza’s lap? I need to lie down in the back.”

“Sure Cole.” Lila says quietly.

“Natasha, come here.” I say as I take my switchblade out and slice my hand open. “My blood will be able to create a more effective seal than stitches will and it will allow your arm to heal without leaving a scar.”

“Don’t worry about it Cole, you don’t have to do that for me.” Natasha says.

“Who says I’m doing it for you? I just don’t want you bleeding on the upholstery. Don’t worry, none of my blood will be going inside so I won’t be able to do anything with it and I wouldn’t if I could.” I tell her as I limp over and gently grab her right bicep. My blood creates a seal around the chunk of arm that she is missing. I put a little more in and have it fill in the place for her missing muscle. Well, I guess I lied a little.

“Cole, you can’t really talk about me bleeding on the upholstery when you are currently dripping with blood and I can’t
even tell which of it is yours.” Natasha says teasingly.

“Touché!”
I laugh so nothing else surfaces.

We all pile in the car
, Natasha drives the fifteen minutes that it takes us to get home, and we pull into the driveway. Sara and Tia rush out to meet us just after we step out of the car.

“What the hell happened? I know shopping can be brutal
, but this is ridiculous!” Tia exclaims.

“We were attacked by ten werewolves. Sara, I need you to go inside and prep an area for surgery to remove the two bullets from Cheza’s stomach; don’t worry about having a completely sterile environment, my blood won’t allow anything to get infected. Tia, I need you to grab a pair of pliers from the garage; needle-nose would probably be best but it doesn’t really matter. Natasha, watch the second Harry Potter movie with Lila.” I order as we walk into the house.

Sara heads off to her room while I limp inside; these spines are really a pain in my ass…har har.

Tia comes back from the garage as I head to the corner of the kitchen and into the laundry r
oom. I take my jacket off and place it in the large sink to let it soak so that it doesn’t dye the inside of the washer later. I walk back into the kitchen as Sara comes out.

“
Cole, Rei, Tia, come on.” Sara says and waves us down the hall.

We follow her back
to her room, and into her closet. We pass by rows of various materials and parts to I don’t know what. She opens a door at the back of her closet and leads us down a spiral stone staircase…at least this one has lights. We reach the bottom of the stairs and walk down a hallway with doors on both sides. Judging by how far we’ve walked, I’d say that we are under the garage…I think; a terrible sense of direction falls into the ‘geography is not my forte’ category.

I suddenly get this picture in my head of me opening one of the doors and seeing Narnia. I chuckle as I get another picture: I open another door and I see the Keebler elf tree-factory.
Then I get another picture: I open a third door, a rush of steam flows out and I see the three Rice Crispy elves sitting in a sauna. One of them shouts “Hey Asshole! Shut the door, you’re letting all of the steam out!”

I’m
laughing now, causing the girls to turn around and stare at me, even Cheza.

“Why didn’t she tell me…
” Cheza says quietly while she pouts.

“Hey Airi, why didn’t you let Cheza in on the joke?”

(Because Chezarei has two bullets in her stomach and laughing would have hurt, thus making the joke less funny)

“Wow…thanks Airi
; that was very considerate.”

(Plus, don’t you find her pouting face to be rather endearing?)

“Yeah, she does look pretty cute…”

(Like videos of
animals close-up with a wide angle lens)

“No, Cheza is cuter than that.”

(Like close-up animals with a wide angel lens…wearing hats?)

“Cuuuute; Suuuuper Cuuuuute.”

(And we don’t even need to ingest massive amounts of cough syrup to think so)
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I start cracking up, which only causes Cheza to pout more
. The nice thing about making jokes with the voice inside your head is that you both understand all of the obscure South Park references. I can make these jokes with Cheza and she gets the majority of them because she grew up around Jason and me, but it’s not quite the same.

“Uh…Cole?
Are you okay?” Tia asks.

“Heh…Yeah; Airi is just really funny, that’s all.” I reply.

Sara keeps walking until she reaches the last door on the left side of the hallway. She enters the room, revealing it to be like one you would find at a clinic, complete with an examination table.

“Alright Cheza, hop up on the table and take your top off.” Sara says casually as she starts putting on gloves, a mask, and eyewear. Cheza gets on the table and takes her tank top off. Sara starts rubbing the area on her stomach with surgical alcohol.

“Shouldn’t you be using iodine instead?” I ask.

“Yeah that would be better if we had to worry about infection, but it’s a bitch to get off of your skin so I’m not going to.” Sara replies. I walk over to Cheza
’s side and she looks embarrassed.

“Oh, don’t worry I won’t be watching,” I say guessing that that’s what she is embarrassed about because I had already seen her topless nine hours ago when I was humping her brains out in the shower. “I’ll be preoccupied while I’m bent over the counter as Tia rips these spines out of my ass with a pair of pliers.”

“Okay, and don’t worry Cole…I forgive you for…knocking me out…again.” Cheza says while falling asleep as I block the blood flow to her brain.

“Sara, can you please inject a local anesthetic
, like Lidocain, into her stomach? It would be a bit of a help in keeping her asleep.” I ask.

(Anesthetics are not recommended for your plan; transference of pain will be interrupted)

“I have Novocain, but that’s about it…” Sara says.

“Never mind, Airi says I shouldn’t. Don’t worry about bleeding or stitches; I can take care of that part.” I say as I walk to
, and lean over, the counter.

“Airi, I need you to block Cheza, disable her healing and transfer all pain to me please.”

(Of course, my masochistic master)

“Alright Sara, Tia; anytime you two are ready, but please try to make it quick.”
I tell them.

Tia pulls a spine out and it kind of stings…until I compare it to the feeling
of getting eviscerated.