Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) (8 page)

Chapter 21

     Marty ran into the house, beside himself. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Cletus killed Ma! He smashed her face right in. Why? Why would he do that? After they both jizzed all over themselves for no real reason? What the hell? It was that girl. It had to be. She’d been in the swamp. He didn’t know what was in that swamp other than Ma had always told him and Cletus to stay away from it.

     He’d never seen anything like it though. She was just staring at them and their peckers got so hard and squirted all over, with no one even touching them. And it felt good! Best nuts he ever busted in his life. If he wasn’t trying to make Cletus bash his own brains in, he might ask her to do it again. This was something that would have to go into his next horror novel for sure. But first he needed to get help. As he tore through the house, he grabbed the keys from the kitchen counter and ran out to the truck.

     Hopping into the cab, he fired the truck up and tore down the lane. He hadn’t seen anyone coming for him. Maybe they changed their minds. No matter. He knew something was wrong with Cletus. No way would Clete ever hurt Ma like that. Not on purpose anyway. That girl was a witch or something. He pulled off the lane and onto the road. It was narrow and tough to drive the box truck along that narrow strip but he was used to it.

     He turned off the road onto a trail that went back up hill. The truck’s engine whined as he had to stand on the gas pedal to keep it going. It lumbered up the hill before reaching the top as the road curved around. A rattlesnake slithered across the road as he sped by. There was a house sitting at the end of the road. This was much smaller than his, but held more people. The Munroes lived there.

     As private as the McDougals were, the Munroes even more so. Marty wasn’t even sure how many of them still lived there. It had been ages since he’d seen any of them. Last time he talked to them, Old Man Munroe said he was succeeding from the union and declaring his own nation. He pulled the truck to a stop just before the house and hopped out. Sure enough there was a flagpole, but it wasn’t a United States flag on it. This flag was white with large red, white, and blue stars. There was one of each color, and a large black “M” in the center. Before he could shut the door, a shotgun blast shattered the driver’s side window.

     “I don’t know who the hell you are! Get off my land! This is sovereign Munroe territory!” Old Man Munroe yelled from the porch as he lowered his shotgun.

     Marty ducked down and put his hands up.

     “It’s Marty! Marty McDougal! I uh, I request asylum!”

     “Asylum? What the hell you talkin’ about?” the Old Man said.

     “I don’t. Something is wrong at our place! I need your help!”

     “You said you’re Marty?”

     “Yes sir.”

     “Little Marty McDougal?”

     “Yes sir. I’m all grown up now,” Marty said as he stood slowly, still holding his hands in the air.

     “Well I’ll be hog tied and pig fucked! Put yer hands down son. I ain’t gonna shoot ya. I saw this big truck pull up and I thought it might be the U.S. government declaring war.”

     “War?”

     “Well yeah. See? Got our own flag,” the Old Man said as he walked toward Marty and put his arm around him. He was wearing a cowboy hat, ripped up jeans, and a work shirt. “I declared our property a sovereign nation.”

     “Is that legal?” Marty asked.

     “God damn right it’s legal. Jesus H. Christ hisself wrote it into the constitution!”

     Something about all that didn’t sound right, but Marty let it go. There were more pressing matters at hand.

     “That’s great Mr. Munroe. But I could use some help.”

     “Sure son. Whatcha need?” He pulled out a pack of Red Man tobacco and put at least half the pack into his mouth.

     “Well, some crazy girl has got a hold on Cletus. She made him kill Ma.”

     “Killed her?”

     “Yeah, he bashed her brains right in. Her eyeballs popped out and everything,” Marty said.

     “Well I’ll be damned. She was a good woman your mama was. So why didn’t you kill this bitch?”

     “I tried. She has some super powers or something. Making Cletus chase after me and shit.” He left out the part about her control over their peckers as that didn’t even make sense to him.

     “Well shit. You need us to go take care of her for ya?”

     “It’d sure help if you all did. You all got more firepower here than the National Guard.”

     “Damn right we do,” the Old Man said as he whistled loudly. A young man appeared in the doorway.

     “Yeah Pa?” the young man said.

     “Go get yer brothers. We gotta go take care of some nutty bitch.”

     “Sure Pa.”

     “Bring all yer guns. She’s a real fireball.”

      The young man nodded and went back inside.

     “I really appreciate this Mr. M. It’s been really traumatic for me. Watchin’ my Ma get all fucked up like that.”

     “I’m sure it was son. We’ll get you some good old fashioned justice.”

      The young man returned and walked out toward the truck. Several other men followed behind him. There were at least a dozen. These guys were all brothers? Each of them were carrying AR-15s and some had shotguns. All of them had pistols on their belts and a few had machetes strapped to their backs. Marty was happy to see they were prepared, but wondered about the excess firepower.

      “All right boys,” the Old Man said as he spit. “This here is Marty McDougal. Some psycho bitch came to his home and killed his Ma. She’s got his brother and who knows what she’s doing to him. I think she might be a witch. So we are gonna hit that bitch with all we got, and put her in her fuckin’ place. You all with me?”

     The men all let out a holler as some hoisted their rifles in the air. Marty suddenly felt rejuvenated. It was like having a bunch of Cletus’ helping him.

      “Good!” the Old Man said. “Mount up!”

Chapter 22

     “Pweese wady! Don’t make me do no more,” Cletus pleaded through his bloody gums. April had made him pull all his own teeth, one at a time. One by one they fell to the floor along with chunks of gums and tissue. Tears streaked Cletus’ face as April just watched and smiled.

     “April, Jesus. Stop already,” her dad said. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but he’s had enough.”

     “No! You didn’t see what he did daddy! I did. He ripped some guy’s asshole apart with his dick. Then, they chainsawed another guy in half. He’s a sick, sick fuck. He deserves anything I can dish out to him. And I will!”

     “Can you at least put some clothes on?”

     She realized she was still naked. Covered in blood, mud, and sweat, but still naked. Since the tingling stopped she didn’t even feel strange about it. She was never particularly shy, but she was standing in front of her dad. Looking around the shed, there wasn’t anything for her to put on anyway.

     “In a minute. I want him to see me. He’s been looking at me like a piece of meat since they brought me here. Haven’t you?”

     “I just thought you was purdy is all. I didn’t mean no harm,” he said.

     She couldn’t believe the stupidity.

     “Mean no harm? Are you fucking insane? How is cutting people in half and fucking people with that gorilla dick of yours not meaning harm? Or kidnapping and tying people up?”

     “It’s what Ma taught us. Why you make me kill my Ma?” Now he was totally sobbing. April had to keep herself from laughing at this huge man crying like a little baby. On a normal day she may have felt bad for him. But any goodwill she may have felt for him or any of these inbred freaks had long expired.

     “Tell you what. How about I make it up to you?” she said moving closer to him. “Take your pants off.”

     He stood and did as he was told and sat back down as she took his hand and placed it over her right breast.

     “You like my tits Cletus?”

     “Uh..yeah. They real nice.”

     “Good.” She put his other hand on her other boob. He massaged them and squeezed them together. She looked down at his cock and just by thinking about it, it grew hard without her touching it. The thing truly was huge, but also covered in sores and scabs. Using her mind she made it grow, even made it sway from side to side like a snake charmer.

     “Mmm,” Cletus said. “That feels good.”

     “It does?”

     “Oh yeah. So do yer titties. I don’t know that trick you got, but no one has made my pecker feel like you do.”

     “That’s good Cletus. You know what I want you to do now?” she said.

     “What’s that?”

     “I want you to take that icepick over there, and jab it into one of your balls.”

     “But…that’ll hurt,” he said as he took his hands off her tits and reached for the ice pick. “Please don’t make me do this…oh…oh shit that feels good.” She continued to mentally manipulate his dick, pleasuring it while he reached for the ice pick. He held it over his scrotum, his hand shaking as the pick was tight in his grip.

      “Don’t fight me Cletus. That might make me angry,” she warned.

      He began crying again.

      “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. Please?”

      “Nope. Stick it in, now.”

     As she spoke he thrust the ice pick straight through one of his testicles, letting out a scream.  It sounded worse than a scream, more of a howl, but not at all human.

     “How’s that feel sweetie?”

     “Not good. Oh boy, you made me pop my nut. It hurts!” He began sobbing again.

     “Stop that crying Cletus. Have some dignity. What would your mama say? She like when you cried?”

     “No. But it hurts!”

     “Well no shit it hurts. Now I need you to do something else.”

     “April! Enough! I mean it!” her dad yelled this time.

     “Daddy, maybe you should go outside. You might not like what is next.”

     “Please, let me arrest this guy and take him in.”

     “No. It’s too late for that. He needs to pay for what he’s done. I can make him pay.”

     “Did they rape you? Touch you?”

     “No daddy. They hurt the others. I ran away, but they caught me. Now I can do all this. So I will.”

     Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Cletus trying to scoot away.

     “Stop! Cletus. Take that knife off the table,” she said. He reached up and grabbed it. “Now cut your dick off.”

     “No! Please don’t make me do that. Can’t you just kill me? Or make me kill me?”

     “Soon enough. And I said stop crying! This is why we have to cut off your dick. You act like a little bitch, so we need to make you into one. Let’s go, cut that shit off.”

     He took the knife and began sawing through the base of his shaft. His sobs turned to muffled grunts as blood squirted from the shaft. Within a minute he was holding his long, deformed and bloody dick in his hand. Blood squirted from the hole where his dick used to be.

     “Grab a towel and plug that shit Cletus. You’re making a mess,” she ordered. He grabbed a towel and held it over his groin.

     “I feel dizzy,” he said.

     “We’re almost done. Take that dick, bend over, and shove it up your own ass.”

     “What?”

     “You know exactly what I said.”

     This time he didn’t resist or argue. He stood, bent over and began stuffing the severed member into his asshole. He grunted as he forced it in deeper and deeper. Finally it wouldn’t go in any further.

     “Good boy Cletus. Now drop the towel.”

     He dropped the towel over his crotch that was already soaked in blood.

     “You can go now.” She stood smiling with her arms crossed as Cletus ran for the door. He was waddling from side to side, trying to run with his own dick up his ass. He got to the door, pulled it open and collapsed face first. There was a pool of blood trailing from the table to the doorway.

     “Damn. He bled out,” her dad said.

     “Yep. I hope Satan is ass fucking him in hell with a blowtorch.”

     Before her dad could reply, the sound of a truck approaching came in the distance. She ran outside and saw Marty pulling up in the white box truck, and he had company.

Chapter 23

     Marty stomped on the brakes while the Munroe boys piled out of the truck. Old Man Munroe jumped out of the passenger’s seat and pointed his rifle at the shed. Standing out front was April and her dad. Cletus was lying on the ground by the doorway face down.

     “Cletus!” Marty screamed.

     “Calm down son,” the Old Man said.

     “They killed my brother!”

      “And they’ll be joinin’ him right quick,” the OldMan said as he aimed the gun through the open passenger window as the door stood open. April was still naked and staring at them. Maybe she couldn’t tell guns were pointed at her. The rest of the Munroe boys took positions around the truck in a semi-circle, all their weapons trained on April and her father.

     “Ok naked bitch!” the Old Man shouted. “I’m not gonna lie to you. We gonna kill ya. That’s just all there is to it. You shed blood, so yer blood’s gonna be shed. If you give up now, I’ll just kill you with a single bullet to the head. You make us come after ya, and I’ll personally watch while each of my boys here takes a turn on ya. Whadya say?”

     April stared at them for a minute, looked back at her dad, then turned back toward the Old Man and the truck and flipped them the middle finger. The Old Man looked in at Marty.

     “She’s a feisty one,” he said.

     “That’s what I been sayin’.”

     “All right boys!” the Old Man shouted. “Move…” he was interrupted by a gunshot. Marty looked to the left and saw the youngest Munroe boy’s head explode. The bullet hit the top of his forehead and ripped his skull clean apart. The boy wasn’t more than sixteen. Once he hit the ground, the rest of the Munroe’s opened fire. April and her dad retreated into the shed, her dad firing away. Bullets penetrated the sheet metal shed walls. Marty hoped they’d hit the pair.

     After firing almost a full minute, they stopped. The Old Man looked at the boys and signaled for one of them to move in. The young man, Barney was his name, stood and walked toward the shed. The others fell in behind him, their guns still pointed at the doorway. This seemed like a lot of firepower for a naked girl and a beat up middle aged guy. You’d think they were going after Syrian rebels.

     They moved in and got about ten feet from the door when it swung open. April’s dad was there and opened fire with his pistol again, taking out three more of the boys before ducking back inside. This time they all charged toward the door until April appeared.

     They all stopped, as several aimed their guns at her, though no one fired. Several dropped their guns and took their peckers out as they fell on the ground.

     “I’ll be damned. What the hell are they doin?” the Old Man said.

     “This is what I was trying to tell ya. She’s got some devil powers. She makes your pecker squirt by just lookin at ya.”

     “That’s crazy talk son.”

     “You’re seeing it now.”

     April was now pointing at the men. For some reason she was still naked, and several of the boys started humping each other. One bent over while another mounted him and began fucking him in the ass. It was brother vs. brother except they were butt fucking. Another pair of brothers bent over and pulled their pants down. But this time, the other one took his rifle and jammed the barrel as far up his ass as he could and pulled the trigger. The top of the man’s head exploded.

     “Jesus Christ Mr M! He just blew your boy’s head off through his ass!” Marty screamed.

     The Old Man yelled as he began shooting at April from where he stood. Maybe he’d be out of reach of her pecker powers if he stayed there. But April’s dad was in the window returning fire. The Old Man ducked back into the truck.

     “What should we do?” Marty asked.

     “The devil is inside that woman. We don’t need weapons of the earth. We need spiritual weapons to fight that Lady Satan. You got a Bible?”

     “Of course, it’s in the house.”

     “Go and fetch it for me son. We got us demons to cast out!”

     Marty ran inside and grabbed the Bible. As he ran out he now saw the Munroe boys were all naked in a pile together. He didn’t want to know what they were doing. He ran to the truck and handed the Old Man the large King James Bible. It was huge, but the only one they had. It had been his Ma’s, and her Ma’s before that. Maybe even before that. She had told him it had been in the family since the Civil War.

     “Here ya go Mr. M,” he said as he handed the Old Man the Bible.

     “Sit tight son. I’ll send this demon cunt straight back into the fires of hell!”