Night of Vengeance (7 page)

Chapter 18

     Chad stood over the couch looking at the little girl’s dead body slumped over her mother’s lap. Pieces of her skull and brains were all over his shirt and scattered along the couch. The mother held the girl, crying and screaming.

     “Why? Why? Not my baby! No! My baby!”

     “All right mom. You can have a nice funeral later. You got work to do,” Clay said.

     “Fuck you mother fuckers!”
the woman screamed. She carefully sat the girl’s body on the couch and stood. She quickly turned and swung at Chad, hitting him in the face. The blow took him by surprise as he fell flat on his ass, dropping the gun. The woman went for the gun, but as she bent down, Clay kicked her in the stomach. His heavy boots knocked the wind out of her as she fell to her side. Clay reached down and picked up the gun, looked at Chad and shook his head.

     “Where are your balls kid? Damn! You gonna let this bitch knock you the fuck out?” Clay said.

     Chad had trouble registering what Clay was saying. His eyes were watering and he was still seeing stars. Shaking his head a few times, his vision began to clear as he stood.

     “She was fast
,” Chad said.

     “Not that fast
,” Clay said. “Now help me take her to the bedroom.”

     “For what?”

     “For your date stud! You been banging little girls like your gal in the truck. This is some ripe MILF right here.”

     “I’m not raping her
,” Chad said.

     “Oh, so you have morals now? I know your type. You’
re all about self-preservation.”

     “Yeah, I’m a survivor.”

     “I didn’t say survival. I said self-preservation, there’s a difference,” Clay said as he pulled the woman up by her arms. “Now get her feet.”

     Chad picked her up by the feet and they carried her into the bedroom.
They tossed her onto the bed as Clay took his knife out and cut her clothes off her. She was awake, but in some kind of daze.

     “Please, no,” she mumbled. “Kill me. Just kill me.”

     “Sorry mom. Not gonna be that easy for you,” Clay said. “Go on stud. Go get you some.”

     “But—“

     “Quit being a little bitch and get on there,” Clay said, waving the knife.

     Chad pulled his pants down and climbed onto the bed. He was surprised at how hard he was already. As he entered her, he was impressed with how tight she was. She had to be in her forties. Chad always figured women got saggy and loose down there after having kids. But that didn’t seem to be true.

     As he worked in and out of her, she began crying again. He relaxed a bit and started thrusting even harder and faster. He grew harder inside of her as she stopped struggling and started lying limp. After a few minutes he slowed down. Strangely, he liked when she struggled. It turned him on like he wouldn’t have suspected. The feeling of holding her down, taking her against his will. Made him so hard he could hardly stand it. But she stopped moving. He held her wrists to the bed, but she relaxed and stopped fighting back.

     He stopped thrusting and took his hands off her wrists.

     “Is she ok? She stopped moving,” Chad said before she dug her fingernails into the side of his face. He screamed as she sat up and bit into his neck along the shoulder. He tried to pull her off, but she only sank her teeth in deeper as her fingers scratched along his face and worked toward his eyes. Chad struggled and pulled away as he felt blood squirting from his neck and running down his face.

     Clay’s fist appeared, striking the side of her face several times until she let go.
She fell backward onto the bed. Chad’s hands went to his neck and face which were both covered in blood. The woman coughed up blood as she twitched on the bed.

     “You crazy bitch!” Chad yelled as he punched her in the face. He felt her cheek crunch as his fist made contact
. He swung again and hit her again, then again. The punches continued until her face was a softened, bloody pulp. He stopped and looked at his hands and chest, which were drenched in blood. He thought she was dead, but she coughed as blood bubbled from her mouth. That fucking bitch. Who did she think she was? This is why he stayed with Melissa. She knew her place in the food chain. She would never dare assault him like this.

     He gritted his teeth and began thrusting again
, this time harder than before. His cock grew harder and harder inside her as he slammed it in which each thrust.

     “That was really stupid you fucking cunt!” Chad said. “Now I’m really gonna hurt you.”

     He saw Clay standing there watching with a smirk on his face.

     “Damn son, we might make a man outta you yet
,” Clay said.

      Chad worked his hips faster in and out of her as he started punching her again. Something about hitting her turned him on. It made him harder and harder. Blood sprayed up from her busted face with each blow. He punched and thrust until he couldn’t hold it anymore. His whole body tensed as he climaxed inside her. She coughed up more blood as he filled her up. Once he was finished, he stood and pulled his pants back up.

     Clay stood to the side and began clapping.

     “Didn’t think you had it in ya kid. You fucked that bitch up good!”
he said.

     Chad looked at himself in the mirror. Blood was caked on his face,
chest and hands. He didn’t even recognize himself. He knew he’d never been the most likeable guy around, but he’d never realized how much he was capable of.

     “Let’s get going kid. There’s plenty more out there tonight
,” Clay said.

     “No. I’m not done yet.”

Chapter 19

     Melissa walked up behind one of the men in the gang-rape-circle-jerk. He didn’t even notice she was there until she wrapped her hands around his chest from behind. The guy’s dick was in his hand and he jumped as she touched him.

     “Whoa, girl! Whose back there?” the man said. He was tall, hairy and smelled like sweat and cheap aftershave. In front of them, the girl screamed as the men held her down and took turns on her.

     “Just someone looking for a little fun,” Melissa said. “Know where I can find it?”

     “I got all the fun you can handle right here baby,” he said as he pushed her hand down to the front of his pants, directing it to his shaft. She took it and stroked it, feeling it harden in her hand. “Oh yeah. Just like that girl. That’s real nice,” he said.

     With her other hand, she felt up and down his
chest and around his back. There was a semi-automatic handgun tucked in the back of his jeans. She continued stroking his cock with her hand while reaching for the gun with her free hand. In one motion, she pulled the gun from his pants and shot him in the back of the head. The rest of the guys stopped and looked at their buddy slumped to the ground.

     Melissa had shot a gun a few times with her dad. He’d wanted her to carry one with her, but she was against it. He still taught her how to fire, load and clean his nine millimeter. This gun had much more kick than his gun, but did a lot more damage. Some of the other men began reaching for their own guns while others ran toward her. She opened fire on each of them. She wasn’t a great shot, but from this range it was hard to miss. In less than a minute, it was over. There were several dead bikers lying around, with just the one biker and the girl
looking around. The biker was a short guy with a Mohawk and beard. He stood and pulled his pants up as the girl just looked on.

     “Hey now, let’s not do anything crazy,” he said. “Now come on. We were just having some fun. I’ll just be on my way.”

     She didn’t say a word as she squeezed the trigger, shooting him in the neck. He grabbed his throat as blood sprayed through his fingers. The man dropped to his knees and gasped as he tried to speak, but fell face first onto the ground. Melissa stood over his body and nudged it with her foot. Judging by the pool of blood that had formed around him, she figured he was dead.

     Melissa walked around the group, taking whatever guns and ammo off each man she could. She took one of their jackets and pulled it on, placing the extra magazines into the pockets
. The other girl was still sitting on the ground staring at her.

     “Get up,” Melissa said. “Get some clothes on.”

     “Who are you?” the girl asked.

     “These guys all raped me earlier. I got away. What’s your name?”

     “Amy.”

     “Let’s go Amy
. They are all over the place,” Melissa said.

     “Who are they? What is going on?” Amy asked.

     “Doesn’t matter.”

     Amy pulled her shorts back on and put on her shirt, though it was torn up.

     “Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.”

     “How many?” Melissa asked.

     “How many what?”

     “How many of those guys raped you before I got here?”

     “Three or four.”

     “At least the rest won’t be
,” Melissa said as she started walking.

     “Where are you going?” Amy asked.

     “I’m going to kill them all,” Melissa said.

     “Let me go with you. I can help.”

     “Where is your family?”

     “I don’t know. I was driving home from work and they pulled me out
of my car and dragged me here. Where are the police?”

     “I’
m the police tonight,” Melissa said. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 20

     Elaine couldn’t scream anymore. Her voice was hoarse from the screaming and crying. Randy looked down at his handiwork. All her nails had been ripped out of her fingertips. Once he’d finished that, he started on the fingers. Each of them were twisted and mangled into all sorts of unnatural positions.

     “Don’t cry my dear,” Randy said. “You still have ten toes left.”

     She didn’t respond. He lifted one of her eye lids as he shined a flashlight into the eye. Her eyes were glazed over. She was going into shock. Truth be told, he was getting bored with her. Elaine had never had much of a pain tolerance, and Randy had just pushed her far behind the levels most people could withstand.

     “Ok. I guess you’ve had enough. Then this is goodbye. I tried to make it work. Believe me, I did. It just has to be this way
,” he said as he swung the tomahawk into the top of her skull. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her body twitched. Pulling the tomahawk out, he gave her several more whacks until most of the contents of her head was oozing into her lap.

     He walked out of the salon and into the parking lot.
There were fires burning all over town, sounds of gunfire coming from different directions and sounds of screaming. Oddly though, the Corvette was still where he parked it and unharmed. He climbed in and headed back into town. Once on the road though, he found it was much harder to drive than earlier. The road was littered with dead bodies, debris and other abandoned cars. He stopped the Corvette and looked at some of the other vehicles.

     One was a larger pickup truck with an extended cab.
The keys were still in it though many of the windows were busted out. There was a dead woman in the passenger’s seat and blood all over the driver’s side. He climbed in and pushed the woman’s body onto the street. The truck started right up and he drove back toward town, this time running over any bodies or debris and easily navigating around any cars.

     Just ahead of him, there were several vehicles stopped in the road with groups of men on each side of the cars shooting at each other. He wasn’t sure if they were townspeople or some of the bikers he’d seen around, but he didn’t car
e. He stepped on the accelerator and sped right for the makeshift barricade. The pickup struck the smaller car, sending the men behind it flying backward. The ping of gunshots bounced off the back of the truck, but no other damage had been done.

     Through the rest of town, it looked like a scene from World War
II. Most of the homes and buildings had been blown up, burnt down or were still on fire. Very few people were out and about. He doubted anyone had made it out of town. Everything happened so fast. Most of the people were likely dead. As he turned down one neighborhood, he saw a car along the road with a man hanging out of it. Once he was closer, he saw the man was moving around. The car looked familiar for some reason.

     He stopped the truck and hopped out. When he reached the car, he recognized the man right away. The man recognized him as well.

     “Randy,” Bob said. “Thank God it’s you.”

    
Bob, his old boss, the sales manager who had fired him that afternoon, but not before calling him sad and pathetic.

     “Well hello Bob. What happened here?”

     “I don’t know,” Bob grunted. He was lying across the driver and passenger seats. There was blood all over the inside of the car. “Some men started shooting at us. They dragged Linda from the car and put her in a truck and took off. The other guys beat the shit out of me. You gotta help me. I think my ribs are broken.”

     “That’s too bad Bob. You’re right. It’s been a crazy evening.”

     “Come on. Give me a hand. We need to call the police and find Linda,” Bob said as he tried sitting up. “Ah! Ow! Fuck that hurts! Shit!” he yelled and stopped moving.

     Randy knelt down next to him.

     “Bob, there is just one problem though.”

     “
There are a bunch of fucking problems! I’ve been stuck here for hours. I’ve seen them killing and butchering people in the street. Where are the fucking cops? And where have you been in all this? Just get me the hell out of here!”

     “That’s the problem, Bob. I don’t work for you. Remember? You fired me.”

     “Shit Randy. That’s just business. What the hell man?” Bob said.

     “Business huh? So telling me I’m pathetic, that was business? Bringing my personal life into the discussio
n. Was that business?”

     “Ok, so I got carried away. I was trying to help you toughen up a bit.”

     “Well, then maybe I should thank you. I’ve toughened up quite a bit tonight. If you notice, I’m the one standing here with a tomahawk and a vehicle. You’re the one lying there bleeding and broken.”

     “Yeah,” Bob grunted. “You’re right Randy. You’re not weak at all. You’re a tough motherfucker. I mean that.”

     “I think you need a display of how tough I am.”

     “No, I think I believe you Randy.”

     Randy just looked at him. He was enjoying watching his boss suffer. He just wished he could have gotten to him first. What angered him the most was how Bob thought he could just order him around, even in his current predicament.

     “Well, you might need some first aid Bob. Let’s take a look at those ribs
,” Randy stood and began poking Bob in the side. Bob screamed loud and shrill.

     “Fuck man! That hurts!” Bob yelled.

     “I’m sure it does.” Randy said as he took the tomahawk and slammed the spike end into Bob’s ribs.

     “Ow! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Jesus Christ! Motherfucker!” Bob screamed, almost crying.

     “Oh come on Bob. Man up! Stop being so pathetic!” Randy said. “Just trying to toughen you up you know.”

     Randy pulled out the tomahawk and blood oozed from the opening it made. He stuck his fingers into the hole and dug around. This caused further screams and curses from Bob.
Randy heard a snapping sound as he twisted and pulled until one of Bob’s ribs snapped free. Bob howled again as Randy examined the bone and knelt down again.

     “Open up Bob,” he said waving the bone in front of Bob’s face. Bob heaved and threw up almost hitting Randy’s feet. He cried and moaned as his body heaved.

     “Fuck you,” Bob cried. Randy hit him in the side causing Bob to scream again. As he screamed Randy shoved the bone into his mouth.

     “That’s a good boy.” Randy took the tomahawk and slammed it into Bob’s side again, this time dragging it along his abdomen, tearing the skin away. Bob screamed so loud the bone shot out of his mouth. Randy pulled the skin apart, digging around as Bob screamed and cried. He pulled out Bob’s intestines.

     “Wow Bob, I guess you really do have guts. Glad you’re such a tough guy!” Randy said. Bob didn’t reply, he was crying and sobbing. Randy pulled the intestines out and wrapped them around Bob’s face. Bob choked and gagged as his own guts slid into his mouth. “There you go boss,” he said and went back to the truck and drove off. He cruised through town and saw various forms of mayhem and dodged more gunshots. There was no actual destination in mind; he just wanted to see what the night would bring.

     It brought something as he reached the south part of town. Two girls were walking down the middle of the street. They both looked fairly young, and in light of what he’d seen happening to anything female, he was amazed to see them. He pulled up and rolled down the window.

     “Hey ladies. You two ok? You need a ride?” Randy asked. One girl was wearing a bloody “Cannibal Holocaust” t-shirt and a denim vest. The other had on a raggedy tank top and shorts.

     “Sure,” the one with the vest said as she climbed into the back of the cab, directly behind Randy. The other
climbed into the passenger’s seat. “Just one thing,” Randy felt the barrel of a gun against the base of his skull. “We’re not in the mood for anymore shit tonight. So if you even look at us wrong, you’re fucking dead. Understand?”

     He cursed himself for letting his guard down for these two. He had been so careful all night, so calculating. After all that, he falls for two little girls who looked harmless, but were obviously far from it.

     “Good,” she said. “Now drive. But not this way. Turn around and go back toward town.”

     “Why?” Randy asked. She struck the top of his head with the butt of the gun causing him to cry out.

     “Shut the fuck up and drive asshole. Do it!”

     “Ok ok. I’m driving. My name is Randy by the way, not asshole.”

     “Well hi Randy. I’m Melissa, and this is Amy. Don’t fuck with us.”