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Authors: Patrick Kill
Collected Kill: Volume 2 (6 page)
But he wasn’t alone.
Barely visible through the darkness was the monstrous deformed sperm with a frayed tail and a cyst-like horned head filled with what seemed to be pus or poison. But everything else quickly blurred as the area suddenly contracted, pushing everything together.
IV. REBIRTH
Following conception, Kalep was oblivious to the monster forming beside him, attached to his own body at the shoulder.
But after the birth and the first three years of infancy, he quickly learned to fear the malign growth which sprouted from his own flesh.
His mother had told him about being a Siamese twin. His brother, Dick, grew silent beside him, convulsing from time to time, but nothing more. His growth was as steady as Kalep’s though it resembled something far less human. Dick possessed mere stumps as legs and a slender tube-like head which gave new meaning to his name. From his oblong head, sprouted a giant exposed nasal cavity which harbored a tiny pulsing brain inside. Sometimes Kalep would stretch over to marvel at the inside works of his twisted sibling.
Dick’s eyeballs fluctuated within his skin, just above the giant nasal cavity. A thin layer of skin had closed off both eyelids where only dark movements could be seen. Further down, there was a tongue always in motion both day and night, flicking madly from side to side like a happy dog’s tail.
But there was no real oral cavity, as the tongue seemed a mere extension of flesh, bordered on all sides by solid skin stretching across the facial area. Dick had to be fed through his ear, into a long canal which somehow connected to his stomach.
Doctors had tried to find ways of separating them, but each time they found out that no matter how much they cut off, Dick would always seem to grow back to his natural state. Some claimed the makeup of the siblings was unreal, a nightmare of nature, imported from another world. Others said it was an act of God, a punishment. When Kalep heard this, he felt strange, like he sensed this was somehow true.
Shortly after, he started having dreams about a sandswept plain and a body of black water in which he swam. An ivory bridge was the only landmark that appeared, but he could never manage to climb onto it. In a few dreams he grasped the end, only to be gouged by its broken nature. He was always alone in these dreams and Dick was neither beside him or in his unconscious wanderings. For some reason, he longed to escape through dark waters, to invade this bridge and disappear into the land beyond. He knew not why, but felt some connection to his father, though his mother claimed he had no father and that her pregnancy occurred without conception. An act of God, no doubt.
Kalep hated life. He yearned to dream away from his imprisonment, to a lonely, but important place beyond the broken bridge. He didn’t care if there was nothing beyond its sandy plain, he just wanted to escape life and all that tormented him. He especially wanted to escape the people who existed around him, those who gawked and whispered and made jokes beneath their breath.
Kalep felt the empty years progress as the urge to flee the house grew steadier. It was a moment of enlightenment that every child comes to in their life (whether having a Dick growing from their shoulder or not)—the realization that the world wasn’t what it seemed. And he was finally reaching those curious days where a boy becomes a man and is overcome by the overwhelming drive to have sex.
Even Dick sputtered with excitement from time to time when his twelve-inch phallus-head would get rubbed the right way.
Masturbation never worked. He found it impossible to fantasize with a putrid glob of flesh stuck to his shoulder, as well as the realistic nature of his fantasy-based mirage was always shattered by the common fact that no woman with a sound mind would come within ten feet of him with Dick growing out of his side.
“Okay, I give up. I can’t take it anymore,” Kalep yelled, pausing for a response. When no reply came, he said “I’m tired, so very tired.”
He settled in bed that night, after swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills. He drifted slowly in the darkness, away from the prison of the world.
This time his dreams became more vivid than life and Dick had traveled with him. He waded, with his brother on his side, through the black lake and grasped onto the ivory bridge, hoisting himself onto its surface. He trudged through endless sand dunes, beneath a red-tinted sky. He never stopped until he came to a house in the middle of nowhere. It was a white two-story house with a picket fence. In the back yard, a garden of flowers peeked from the plain of sand and wind chimes echoed across the property. Though it was simple, it was the most beautiful sight Kalep had ever seen before, and he knew it was his.
He entered the house to a fully furnished interior. Candles burned on a dinner table that was set for two. Red roses draped out of a vase in the middle.
Kalep peered out the window, noticing the scenery had changed to a beautiful green field layered with waterfalls and winding rivers. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, making ponds sparkle and rainbows glisten over the land.
“I remember the sand and lake, but never this,“ Kalep said, stepping out into the sunlit warmth.
Finally, a thunderous voice boomed from above. “The world I’ve created is ending. Your death has started its demise. I’ve created this as your place of refuge, son.”
Kalep began weeping. Never before had he ever been called ‘son’. He looked down at his shadow. Dick’s shadow fell beside his and the contrast was haunting—a beast among heaven. He also witnessed another shadow which spread across the floor, drawing closer.
The darkness shifted, eclipsing Kalep’s shadow. He glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes. Erika’s smile glimmered in the sunlight. She wore a white gown which she quickly shed to a giant hole sinking into her shoulder. A dark pubic line circled this hole, contracting rhythmically, moist and dark.
“I’ve missed you, Kalep,” she said softly, “Psychotica wasn’t the same without you.”
Kalep embraced her as he felt the pull of his Siamese twin toward the strange hole. Before he knew it, Dick had worked the top half of his head into the gaping fissure in the woman’s shoulder. Kalep grunted in pain at the stretching of shared skin between them.
The woman nodded with acceptance. “She is my sister, she has grown with me.”
Dick kept plunging his head madly in and out. The woman ran her fingers down Kalep’s face and said, “Don’t worry, the Master has outlined a fairy tale ending for us both.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“It just came to mind,” she answered.
Their tongues met creating a fevered frenzy of sexual groping. Clothes were ripped and cast aside.
Erika pulled Kalep’s face between her cleavage. He massaged her arm, working his way up to the moist opening on her shoulder where Dick’s head still bounced in and out. He plunged his fingers into the wetness and she screamed.
Kalep dropped his other hand and searched with his fingers until he found the other one between her legs.
“Oh yes,” she screamed, her body contorting on both ends to shove Kalep’s hands deeper. “We were made for each other.”
Hours of sex followed. As Kalep climaxed inside her, he felt his body changing. Dick was disappearing along with Erika’s sister. He felt everything returning to normal as Erika’s body pressed deeper into his own, the motion molding her flesh with his.
A wondrous overload of feelings flooded every inch of Kalep. He watched the scenery in Psychotica change colors and swirl until everything was a colorful collage of blurred memories and a forgotten past which slowly faded, finally leaving room for him to dream about things to come. And look forward to the waiting…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Patrick Kill never waves at his neighbors, has spent some time in jail, and likes bar whores and Russian mail-order brides. He hates the majority of humanity and spends most of his time doing business in the dark, seedy underbelly of an underground market.
Although he never updates his website, you can still visit it at: www.patrickkill.com.
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