Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) (6 page)

Chapter 15

     Bobby tore through the thicket, his gun in hand. More like the thicket tore through him. Thorns and branches slashed his face, arms and clothing. Once he reached the trail, Higgins was nowhere in sight. He ran along the trail, which was now downhill for him. He saw the white of Higgins hat just through the trees. He stopped and fired two shots.

     As far as Bobby was concerned, deadly force was more than justified here. The man had just killed a police officer and tried to kill a federal agent. He was not getting away. The shots missed, so Bobby continued his pursuit. After another twenty yards, he lost his footing and fell face first. Dirt and rocks pressed into the side of his face as he pulled himself up. Looking at his feet, the sole of his right shoe was coming off, which is what had tripped him.

     He kicked off both shoes and kept running. The end of the trail was just ahead. It seemed like the run back took far less time than the hike up the trail. He came out of the woods and was standing on the road in the town. Higgins was just ahead going into the strip club.

     Bobby walked to the club door and slowly pushed it open. He stepped inside with the gun out in front of him. The music had stopped and it was dark. Fuck. Whatever was going on, Bobby had no doubt most the town was in on it.  He’d suspected as much from the start. They all seemed just a bit too paranoid and, well, crazy for his taste.

     Feeling his way along the wall, he got to the main club area. He could hear some voices whispering to his right. Not wanting to take risks, he turned and fired a shot. A woman cried out and there was a
thud
as a body hit the floor.

     “Desiray!” a voice called out. It sounded like Skeeter. “Shit! Desiray! You mother fucker!” Bobby had hit a stripper. It wasn’t the first time he’d shot someone. He’d shot and killed a few people in his career. Most of them happened during drug raids or while serving warrants while taking fire. He hadn’t felt bad about any of those as his life was in immediate danger. Though he didn’t feel bad about killing the stripper. As far as he was concerned, he was in immediate danger, and so was April.

     “You done fucked up now Fed!” Skeeter called out. “I know where your daughter is. Yeah! You heard me. I’m gonna kill you, then I’m gonna go take my turn fucking her ass so hard her asshole turns inside out!”

     Bobby aimed in the direction of Skeeter’s voice and fired another shot, but missed. He took a couple steps, but stopped when he heard someone rack a shotgun. There was no mistaking that
click click!
sound. He dropped to the ground just as the blast went off. The shot missed him cleanly. He rolled to his right and fired three shots in succession and heard a body hit the ground again.

     “Ah! Fuck me! Fuck!” Skeeter screamed.

     Bobby ejected the magazine in his weapon and inserted a new one. He stood and slowly walked toward Skeeter. As he got closer, his foot stepped on the shotgun. He bent down and picked it up as he continued.

     “You gonna kill me now asshole? You shot my fucking kneecap off,” Skeeter said.

     “Good. And I just might.”

     Bobby was right in front of Skeeter.  There was a wall to his left. He reached up and felt along the wall until he found a knob. As he turned the knob, one of the lights came on. It wasn’t bright, but enough he could see Skeeter wasn’t kidding. His left knee looked like it had exploded. Bobby took a step forward and pressed the butt of the shotgun onto Skeeter’s knee.

     “Fuck man! That shit hurts!”

     “Where is Higgins and where is my daughter?”

     “I don’t know. I was just fucking with you. Ah! Shit!” he screamed as Bobby pressed harder on the shotgun, twisting the butt into his wound.

     “Too late for bullshit. I tried to be nice, but you wanted to do it this way. Try again.”

     “Ok, ok. There’s a trail out back, goes through the woods and uphill. It’ll take you right to the folks that have h----Fuck! Shit! Fuck!”

     Bobby lifted the gun and slammed the butt into his knee. This dumbass just tried to send him back up the trail that almost got him killed. Was that their all-purpose bullshit they give to get rid of outsiders? Part of him wondered if they hadn’t thrown April down that sink hole, but he couldn’t think about that. It was becoming clear he’d get no useful information out of Skeeter.

     “Take a look at me dumbass. I just came from there. My friend fell in that fucking hole. Nice try though,” Bobby said as he holstered his gun and picked up the shotgun.

     “What’re you doin’?”

     “What was that you told me earlier? About wanting to fuck my daughter until her asshole turns inside out?” Bobby pointed the gun at Skeeter’s head. The toughness and defiance had left and was replaced with fear.

      “Shit man, I was only fuckin’ around. I honestly don’t know where she’s at.”

     “Well, that’s too bad for you I guess. And you know what else? I didn’t find your joke very funny.” Bobby moved the barrel of the gun around Skeeter’s body and stopped while pointing shotgun at Skeeter’s crotch. “But just for good measure, I’m going to make sure you don’t fuck any girl’s assholes, or anyone for that matter.”

     “Shit, no! Dude!” Skeeter cried out but Bobby pulled the trigger as the shotgun blast struck Skeeter square in the groin. Blood and tissue sprayed as Skeeter screamed and rolled around. Bobby had never heard a man’s voice go so high in his life. It was almost humorous. Higgins was still wandering around somewhere.

     “Don’t worry,” Bobby said. “You’ll bleed out in a couple minutes.” He doubted Skeeter could hear him. The big man was still rolling around holding what was left of his sack. Bobby racked another shell into the shotgun and headed toward the back of the club. Someone in there knew where April was, and he was going to get it out of them one way or another.

Chapter 16

     Herbert had no idea what April was planning, but the sick redneck family came back into the shed. Herbert noticed April had either passed out or was acting like she had.

     “Come on boys,” Ma said. “I wanna play with this one next!” She was pointing at him. His heart almost stopped at Cletus bent down and cut his binds loose. Acting on instinct, Herbert tried to run, but Cletus grabbed him and threw him into the table. Herbert’s nose crunched into the huge table, snapping his head back as everything went black.

     When he awoke, he was laying  strapped face down onto the table. His clothing had been removed as well.

     “What’s going on?” he cried out. His nose throbbed while his head pounded. After a few seconds, he remembered being thrown into the table.

     “It’s playtime,” one of them said. He couldn’t see them as they were all behind him.

      “April! You still there? April?” he cried out but there was no answer. He didn’t know if she was still passed out, or if they’d killed her.

     “Awww you hear that? He’s crying for his girlfriend!” one of the men said as they all cackled. Footsteps sounded as Cletus walked around to stand before him. The man looked even bigger from lying on the table. Cletus dropped his pants and pulled out his massive, deformed, wart and scab covered dick and waved it in Herbert’s face.

     The dick smelled like motor oil for some reason. Herbert cringed as Cletus rubbed it against his broken nose.

     “You like that? Gonna see how tight your butthole is,” Cletus said as he walked behind Herbert.  He struggled against the restraints as the sheer horror of what was about to happen hit him full force. He knew men could be raped but you rarely hear about it other than prison. Prison rape was fairly well known, but Herbert had never been to so much as a county jail. Plus he was fairly certain even prisoners aren’t subject to mutant dicks like what Cletus was sporting.

     He felt Cletus climbing on top of him from behind and felt the tip of his dick brushing against his ass.

     “No! Don’t do this please! Just saw me in half or something! I’ll even cut my own fingers off! Please!”

     “Oh come on now,” Cletus said. “You never know, you might even like it.”

     “No! Please!”

     “Now you shut up now and take it like a man!” Marty called out. “Or I’ll have to put something in yer mouth to keep ya quiet. I have a feeling you won’t like that.”

     He closed his eyes as he felt Cletus’ huge head slide into his asshole. Skin and tissue ripped as he thrust it further and further in. Herbert felt nauseous with each inch the dick slid inside of him. Cletus gave a hard thrust forward, which felt like someone was punching Herbert in the stomach from the inside. Cletus began and in and out thrusting motion.

     With each stroke of the huge dick, Herbert could feel more and more stretching and tearing inside.

     “You like that boss?” Cletus said. “This here’s my weapon of ass destruction!”

     He closed his eyes and bit his lip hoping this nightmare would end soon. Praying someone would just put a bullet in the back of his head, or cut his throat. Get it over with and quickly. Cletus’ thighs slammed into Herbert’s buttcheeks with each thrust.

     The nausea kicked in again, causing his stomach to lurch as he threw up onto the floor. There wasn’t much, mostly water and bile, but enough to smell bad. His nose burned at the smell of the vomit as a string of the puke and slobber strung off his chin. The three rednecks laughed as Marty and Ma would hoot and holler watching Cletus rape his asshole. Cletus sped his pace up faster and faster. By now, there was little pain. He could feel blood and fluid running through his ass as Cletus worked in and out. He didn’t even want to think about the damage done.

     After a few more minutes, Cletus tensed behind him as his dick ejaculated deep inside of Herbert. Herbert gasped and cringed as he took the entire load. His stomach felt weird as Cletus began to pull out. He felt a strange rumbling in his lower abdomen. When Cletus pulled his dick out, Herbert’s bowels let loose as shit sprayed out of his ass, even some getting onto Cletus.

     As his bowels let loose, his ass felt as if he took another big shit. This time, Marty started yelling.

     “Woah! You see that Clete! You made him shit hisself and then turned his asshole inside out!”

     “Damn,” Cletus said. “I ain’t never seen that before.”

     “They call it an ass tulip honey. See how it looks like a tulip?”

     “Except tulips aren’t covered in shit!” Marty said as he laughed.

     Cletus climbed down as Herbert lay there staring at the floor. Now he knew why Brenda hadn’t spoken since they’d finished with her. Apparently his colon had prolapsed or ruptured. That was the second shit was. It wasn’t shit at all. It was his bowels flopping out of his asshole. At this point he didn’t think he could speak if his life depended on it. Though at this point, he just wanted to die. If hell existed it couldn’t be as bad as what he’d just gone through.

     He didn’t hear Marty walk up in front of him. As he looked up, Marty stood there holding the pliers.

      “Ok buddy!” Marty said. “Time to work on that smile!” he said as he shoved the pliers into Herbert’s mouth, clamping down on his front tooth. Marty twisted and pulled as Herbert let out another scream. The scream was less in pain and more from the realization that this would not be over with anytime soon.

Chapter 17

     Bobby heard something rustling around down the hallway. He was headed to the back part of the club. He figured this was the dressing area for the dancers. There was a little light from the club spilling into the hall, but other than that it was dark. Carefully pushing a door open, someone hit him in the face.

     A woman screamed as the punch came, it was hard enough to stun him, but not hard enough to knock him down. There were several more grunts, punches and kicks from his assailant. It was a woman attacking him, a dancer maybe. Whoever it was, he staggered back a few steps as she grabbed onto the shotgun, trying to pull it away from him.

     The initial tug surprised him and she almost got it, but she pulled back, even kicking at him.

     “Give it to me you motherfucker!” she screamed. He obliged her by pulling the trigger. In the muzzle flash he watched her head explode as the barrel was pointed right at her face. He went to rack another round, but the shotgun was empty. Tossing it aside, he pulled his sidearm back out and stepped into the room.

     He moved around chairs and tables as he reached another door. That one swung opened with an echo. It was a bathroom or shower room. Once the door slammed behind him, the lights came on. There were several women in various stages of undress just a few feet in front of him. Behind them, Higgins was bobbing around, trying to hide from him.

     The women screamed and jumped at him. Several clawed at his face, tearing chunks of flesh away. Others kicked and threw knees, several shots catching him in the nuts. He felt none of it, though. His rage hit a boiling point at the mere site of Higgins. The women managed to knock him to the floor as they piled on.

     Higgins was heading for the door so he decided to take drastic measures. He opened fire on the women. Naked and half naked bodies flopped everywhere as he hit a couple right between the tits, one took a round to the face. Pieces of brain and skull peppered his face as he pushed the last of the women off him. A few pieces of brain got into his mouth. Had he not been fighting for his life, he probably would have thrown up. In the chaos he actually hit two of the girls with one shot. The round went through one’s chest, out her back and into the chest of a girl behind her.

     He stood and looked around at the pile of bodies. It was surreal how many people he’d killed in just a few hours. As he reloaded his gun, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His appearance was so horrific that he almost shot the mirror itself. His face and clothes were scratched and torn to hell. Blood covered his face and chest. He couldn’t tell how much was his or others. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Higgins headed through the door.

     This time, he bolted after him and caught up to him in the club. Higgins had tripped over Skeeter’s body.

     “Hey, Agent Kennedy, look. I think we had a misunderstanding,” Higgins said lying on his back.

     “Oh there’s going to be a misunderstanding all right,” Bobby said as he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him toward the door. The sunlight was bright and hot as they got outside.

     “Now, you’re going to take me to my daughter,” He said.

     “Uh, ok. You gonna kill me?”

     “Maybe. You take me to her and I might not if I’m feeling generous.”

     “Look. I’m sorry about your cop friend. We don’t take to outsiders here, especially the law. Whenever someone comes sniffing around, we just send ‘em up that hill. That sink hole is a few hundred feet deep. Your friend never knew what hit him.”

     Bobby pistol whipped him in the nose. Blood sprayed from it as the butt of the gun crunched into Higgins’s nose.

     “Fuck man! What was that for?” Higgins cried.

     “Do you know what hit you?” Bobby said.

     “Shit man. Yeah, I said I was sorry.”

     “This town is about to meet the rest of the world, real fast. Now get up.” Bobby pulled him to his feet. Higgins held his hand over his nose as blood ran between his fingers.

     “You broke my nose man. It’s bleedin’ real bad.”

     “I’ll get you a band-aid. You’re not a real cop at all are you?”

     “Well, I mean they elected me Sheriff kinda. I just found the uniform and put it on.”

     “Go figure.”

     “Hey, you done killed almost half the town already. Them girls was all unarmed! Then you beat me like that. That is police brutality.”

     “I’m not police, I’m the FBI. In the name of the Government of the United States of America, I declare Browneye, Texas to be a terroristic threat to national security and an enemy of the state. All inhabitants of such shall be dealt with as enemy combatants,” Bobby said. It was all bullshit he saw in a movie, but it was worth watching Higgins’ face turn white.

     “Shit. You can’t do that!”

     “I just did. Now get a move on. This time, you stay out in front.” Bobby pushed him along with one hand on his collar and the other holding the gun to the back of his head. He had no idea how many more people lived in this toilet bowl of a town, but he hoped not to run into any more of them for the rest of his stay.

     “Which way is it?”

     “That way.” Higgins pointed at the road that ran past town. “The road winds through there a ways, and they live just off the road.”

     “Good, let’s get going.”