Fat Off Sex and Violence (18 page)

           
I’m not gonna make it.

           
Working even faster than before, and ignoring the pain in his hands and knees, Gary worked on the second hole. He growled as he tore chunks of dirt away. His fingertips bled and he bent back nails as he worked, but he kept at it.

            Kronos snored behind him, but they were becoming faint.

            Gary breathed in ragged gasps, and once the hole looked deep enough, he turned to fetch Kronos.

            A foot caught him under the chin and knocked him backward. He tumbled into the hole, knocked his head against the dirt wall.

            His mouth filled with blood and his vision swam, but he could still see Clay standing over him.

            “Hey, Gary. What do you think you’re doing with my feedlings?”

            “C-clay? What are you…what are you doing?” Gary thought he was too late, that Kronos had woken up and was influencing Clay. But as the thought entered his mind, he heard another thunderous snore.

            “I asked you to let me use them, but you wouldn’t. You just couldn’t share, could you?” Clay bent down, picked up the sword. “You always treated me like shit. Even though I was the only one to ever be nice to you, the only one who ever tried to be your friend.”

            “Clay, come on. You have to stop this…we have to get Kronos in the ground.”

            “Why would I want to do that?” He stepped forward, kicked a wave of dirt into the hole. “I’m
somebody
with the feedlings. Not just some loser nerdy kid. I felt powerful with the feedlings around.”

            “Clay—”

            “Shut the fuck up, Gary. You don’t get to talk now.” He pointed the sword at Gary’s face. “I’m the master now.”

            And he thrust the blade down, pinning Gary to the earth wall behind him.

            Gary looked at the sword protruding from his stomach. He couldn’t even lift his arm to try and pull it out. He whimpered as his shirt soaked with blood.

            “C-clay…you can’t be…you can’t be their…m-master.”

            “Oh really?” Clay was on his hands and knees shoving dirt into the hole.   

            The dirt smacked Gary in the face, covered his bleeding body. Just before he was concealed in darkness, just before Clay shoved that last pile of dirt over his head, he saw the red light igniting the forest.

***

Clay stood there for a minute, wished it could have been different. He always liked Gary, always wanted to be his friend. But now…now he could rule the world. Nobody could stop him.

            Kronos sat up, glared at Clay. Just a morbidly obese fat kid, but Clay knew better. The feedling could offer him the world.

            “I’m your master now,” Clay said. His body throbbed with agony, as if every bone were shattered, his head especially. Every movement he made, every word he spoke sent tremors of pain throughout, but he had to be strong, couldn’t cry, had to show the feedlings he would be a good master, a strong master.

It seemed like every inch of him was covered with blood, some his own, but most not. He forced himself to step with confidence as he approached Kronos, let the blood oozing from the wounds on his face drip down over the feedling.

Kronos turned to face him, stretched his mouth wide and let the blood rain down and slide into his gullet.

And right before Clay’s eyes, the feedling transformed, his childish, pink exterior melting away and revealing the pale white flesh beneath. Kronos smiled up at Clay, his teeth stretching wide and long into serrated daggers.

“Hello, Master,” Kronos said. “Pleased to meet you.”

Clay reached down and patted Kronos on the head, then moved past Gary’s grave to where Mary Jane lay buried. His pants fell to his ankles as he prepared to wake her, complete his claim on his feedlings.

The world won’t know what hit them, but they’ll all bow down, every last one of them. He would be the demon emperor, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

Shane McKenzie is the author of Infinity House, All You Can Eat, Bleed on Me, Jacked, Addicted to the Dead, Muerte Con Carne, Escape from Shit Town (co-authored with Sam W. Anderson and Erik Williams), Fairy, The Bingo Hall, and many more to come. He is also the editor at Sinister Grin Press. He lives in Austin, TX with his wife and daughter. He has been cumming and bleeding all over everything in hopes he will find the feedlings, but so far no luck. But when it happens…run. Keep up with him at shanemckenzie.org, or send him an email at [email protected].