I’m still alive. The fucked up things that I’ve been forced to see. Ok. I can write this. I feel like I have to write it, now. I went, everyone. Like a god damn fool, I went to the house on the farm road. Of all the stupid decisions I’ve made in my life. I’m getting ahead of myself.
I guess ya’ll left off after the poor folks had gone to the house and I heard that damn chainsaw. The awful wet ripping of flesh. The screams. Like I had mentioned, I got nowhere with my employees or even the police. It looked like I was the only person who gave a shit that it was very likely people were being killed. Gruesomely killed, and it wasn’t going to stop. That being said, I sure as hell didn’t have the nerve to do anything. At least, not on my own.
I had the day off from work, thank fucking Christ. I called my friend Mario and asked if he wanted to hang out. Mario’s my best friend and always an intelligent mind to bounce thoughts off of. We got together for drinks and I unloaded my whole story on him. In retrospect, it may have been a bad idea to confess to Mario. He’s the type of guy to act.
“We have to go out there.”, he said to me, finishing off his second Dos XX. We probably shouldn't have been drinking that early in the day, but the kind story I was telling pretty much warranted it.
“No, we certainly don’t. I put a full scheduler blocker on the home. No agent can show it as long as no one takes my blocker off.”, I said, starting on my third screwdriver.
“That’s not gonna’ last long, and you know it. Besides, these assholes need to pay. Look, you have a gun, so do I. Jaeger’s in town, let’s all just go out there. You can bring your Gopro and get some evidence. If anyone pulls something, we’ll mow ‘em down.”, he made a gun motion with his hand as he spoke.
It may have been the alcohol, but it didn’t seem like the worst idea. Jaeger was a friend of ours that had just gotten back from active duty. Another 20-something with nothing to lose and always in the mood for a life-threatening adventure. And Mario and I went to the range enough times to convince ourselves we were good shots.
“We can at least take a look around outside. See if they have the agent’s cars or something.”, I said after a long time thinking. Not long enough, I know now.
We called Jaeger and we all headed out in his truck. Jaeger had a shotgun, pistol in his back pocket, and a tanto machete on his belt. I had my .45 and a very sharp pocket knife in my back pocket. Mario had his pistol, and whatever else was on him. We got to the road at about 1:30 after 2 hours of driving through backwoods and hill country. It was at least a half hour away from the last town, which was little more than a gas station and an RV park. The rocky and jagged road lead up to a large clearing of golden grass and a big blue and white house in the middle. It loomed on a round hill with a single low hanging cedar tree just off to the left of the house.
We didn’t leave the cover of the trees right away. Jaeger pulled his truck off the side of the road about a quarter of a mile before the clearing. We carefully walked up to the edge of the tree line and watched the house for a while. When we decided that it looked clear, Mario dashed up to the corner of the house. He peeked into a window very slowly. He lowered back down and waved us over. Jaeger and I both ran with our bodies low to the ground up to Mario. We quickly but quietly hunched down and propped up against the wall next to him.
“I don’t see anyone. I don’t even think there are any lights on. Just some nice old furniture.”, Mario whispered.
“Alright, we didn’t come here to look at furniture through windows, so let’s just get this over with. Mario, you and I will go inside. Jaeger, check around the house. See if you find any cars or really anything weird. After that, wait at the front door inside, and let us know if you see anyone coming.”, I gave orders as I pulled my pistol out and checked the action on it as well as turn off the safety.
Mario and Jaeger just nodded in response, and Jaeger started heading stealthily around the side of the home. Mario and I headed up to the front door. I entered the code into the lockbox and it beeped and produced the key. I briefly thought about how I’d definitely get fired for this if we got caught. Then I realized grimly, that would probably be the least of our worries if we did get caught.
I slowly stepped in, gun drawn. I didn’t call out or make a single sound. Mario followed in behind me and gently closed the screen door but left the front door just an inch shy of shut. We headed into the living room first. The open windows allowed a soft breeze in that fluttered the pretty curtains. The sunlight cast long columns of dancing dust through the room that provided the only light. There were black and white pictures of some family that presumably had lived here. It wasn’t bright enough to get a good look at any of them. There was a piano in the corner with a cover loosely draped over it, gathering a thick layer of dust. The furniture was nice, and obviously very old; made of engraved wood and finely stitched cushions. Nothing in this room seemed like it got much use, though.
Mario and I made our way through the living room and into the dining room. It was much the same as the last room, beautiful furniture and pictures of old white people on the walls. But this room didn’t have nearly as much dust. Aside from that, I didn’t notice much difference, so we kept moving on into the kitchen.
I opened the swinging door and was immediately assaulted by the smell. Bleach stung my nose first, then another separate odor. A stench that apparently could not just be bleached away. The only thing I could compare it to was moldy cheese or road kill. The scent was surprising for it’s own reasons, but even more so because the kitchen looked spotless at first glance. I hesitated to go any further, but I pulled my camera out with my left hand and held the gun tightly in my right. I scanned over the counter tops and pulled open drawers as Mario began to look through the cabinets. We both came across a plethora of very sharp and high quality cutlery and butcher equipment. Creepy, but not out of the ordinary. I saw the fridge in the corner. It was old as well, with a chrome handle and a big circular thermostat on the front. It looked like something from a vintage Coke ad.
“Where the fuck is that smell coming from?”, Mario whispered as he began to wander the kitchen for it.
“I don’t know.”, I whispered back in a disinterested voice.
I was fixated on the refrigerator. At once both compelled to open it and terrified to even come near it. Though go near it, I did. Albeit at a snail’s pace. I somehow registered Mario coughing right as I gripped the cold handle. I positioned my camera and hit record. I pulled the door open slowly and a thick fog of frost spilled out in slow motion. I began to open the door further and through the fog I started to make something out. It was hard to tell right at first, but quickly I could discern detail. I saw four pale fingers with purple nail polish and a nice diamond ring. Just as I saw the better part of a human hand, I heard Mario mutter something brief and angrily, followed by the distinct sound of vomiting.
I shut the refrigerator door and spun around, pistol ready and heart racing. Mario was hunched over, wiping the sides of this mouth and facing away from a large bucket. It was pulled from under the kitchen sink, two other buckets just like it sitting there as well. I ran to Mario, bypassing the bucket but hitting it’s wall of stench.
“You ok?”, I asked.
He nodded his head and motioned to the bucket. I didn’t want to look, but just like the fridge, I had to. I leaned over the bucket with my sleeve over my mouth and nose and my camera still recording in my other hand. In the bucket was a mixture of shit, piss, blood and hair. I wanted to vomit myself, but just managed to keep it back. I saw a few teeth bobbing in the rancid liquid and I quickly turned away. I could only stand to record so much.
Mario gave me a look that said Let’s get the fuck out of here and I gave him a nod that said Sounds good to me.
We turned to head out of the kitchen just as we heard the screen door slam shut. It was immediately followed by Jaeger’s voice.
“Guys.”, Jaeger said from the front door, a disconcerting tone in his voice.
Mario and I rushed through the dining room and rounded through the living room. We halted in our tracks when we saw a disarmed and handcuffed Jaeger with a pistol to the back of his head. Holding the gun was a sheriff’s Deputy with big aviator glasses, a fuzzy blonde mustache, and a shit-eating-grin.
“Now you boys put them guns to ground or I show you what pretty boy’s brains here look like.”, the Deputy said in a thick hillbilly accent as he shoved the barrel of the gun into Jaegers scalp. You could see the anger in Jaeger’s eyes, and that’s when I noticed the cut on his lip.
“Hey, that’s not necessary man! We’ll put our guns down.”, I said as I slowly and clearly put my gun on the floor.
I looked over and Mario was still gripping his tightly. He looked at me and he could tell I wasn’t going to shoot a cop. I fucking wish I had, now. He put his pistol down too, and the Deputy had us kick them under the couch.
“Now why don’t we all have ourselves a talk outside.”, he said in that hick voice that was so cliché it didn’t seem legit.
He motioned Mario and I to go first, and he kept Jaeger at gunpoint between us. As I passed, I could smell the heavy air of nicotine, liquor, and something else. Something rank and a little familiar. We stepped outside and the Deputy’s cruiser was right in front of the house. I was pissed at Jaeger for a brief moment, then remembered the gravity of the situation. This might be the last time I see Jaeger, and I didn’t want to be angry with him. The smelly Deputy shoved Jaeger into the backseat of the cruiser and waved his gun for Mario and I to join him. Mario, pissed as he was, began to head for the car.
“Wait, what are we being charged with? You can’t just arrest us. You haven’t even asked for our names.”, I started in. I’ve been arrested before, and this was all wrong.
“Oh, we got ourselves a smart ass, here. You…”, the Deputy pointed his gun at Mario. “Get. In. The car.” Mario looked at me one more time then got in the back seat with Jaeger. The Deputy pointed his gun at me now. “You, put your hands on the hood.”
“Fuck you.”, I said and stonewalled the son of a bitch.
He cocked the pistol. The barrel was pointed right at my forehead, and it was a big fucking gun. Six shot revolver, and it looked like a .357 magnum. Hearing the hammer on that beast get drawn made my knees want to give out. I didn’t show it though, and I’m at least proud of that.
“I said put yer’ fuckin’ hands on the hood, asshole.”, the Deputy said in a calm but frustrated voice.
I stared at him for a second longer, then did as I was told. I ran through a million scenarios in my head of how to play this, and in none of them could I dodge a bullet. As I propped against the hood, I could feel the heat from the engine coupled with the hot summer sun on my back. The smell of him laid over me like a blanket as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I like the ones that have attitude.”, he said in an almost sensual voice. I remember thinking to yell, What the fuck! and at that point, was fully prepared to elbow him in the face and take my chances trying to grab his gun. But before any of that thought had a chance to materialize, I felt my teeth clack together and I tasted a cloud of chalk in my mouth. Then there was darkness.
I woke up with a ringing pain in my head and I could feel the cold blood streaming thinly from my head, just behind the ear, down my neck and onto my chest. I could tell I was hanging from my wrists and standing. I opened my eyes and at first only saw black. I could hear muffled breathing near me and then a loud scream of pain from somewhere else. It was Jaeger’s voice screaming. At least, I thought so. I’d never heard him scream. Not like that.
My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I saw Mario without his shirt, being suspended just on the tips of his feet by a chain from the ceiling. He was covered in streaks of his own blood and had short cuts and gashes all over. There was a few other chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling, a stained and rusty sink in the corner, and a large metal table in the center of the room. Next to the table was a smaller, fold out metal table with a slew of what looked like both surgical tools and butcher knives. There was blood splattered on a few.
“Are you ok? How’s your head?”, Mario asked me through his erratic breathing, yet with a calm demeanor.
“Fuck my head, are you alright?”, I asked frantically.
“That piece of shit is just toying with me. Cutting just deep enough and in the right places. I don’t think he wants us dead yet.”, Mario said, his brow covered in sweat and blood. We heard Jaeger scream again and both looked to the one door in the room.
“Where is he? How long have they been…”, I asked.
“I don’t know. After you, he knocked me out too. I woke up and he started to…”, Mario didn’t finish.
But he wouldn’t have had time to regardless. At that moment, the door opened, and at first, we saw a young woman who was dirty and bruised, yet well dressed. We quickly realized she was being lead from behind by the hair, her head yanked back and her cries muffled. Behind her was the Deputy, smiling that same fucking grin. As he began to bring her closer, I noticed her mouth was sewn shut with a thin leather strap and there was a poorly bandaged stump where her right hand should’ve been. I was in an instant both disgusted and furious. The Deputy shoved her down to her knees and she collapsed without a fight. This poor girl looked younger than me, and she’d seen so much hell.
“This here is the one.”, the Deputy announced to her, pointing his pistol at me. “He’s the boy who coulda’ saved yer’ sorry hide. Coulda’ turned yer’ skinny little ass back around and you’da’ never coma’ cross this place.”
And that’s when the unholy realization hit me like a semi to the chest. This poor girl was the last agent that showed this home. This piece of shit had saved her, and was now parading her in front of me. I felt so fucking guilty, and wanted so badly to rewind time, reach through that phone and stop her. Somehow. But I couldn’t now, and I could only watch this all in horror.
The Deputy pulled a long razor blade from the small table, the kind you see barber’s use in old westerns. He yanked the girls head back, and she began to weep.
“Hey, mother fucker! Stop! Why don’t you fucking fight me, you pussy! You piece of shit, you have to hurt a woman?!”, I started yelling anything I could think to stop him. I could vaguely hear over my screaming throat and pounding heart, but I could tell Mario was doing the same.
The Deputy just smiled that same shit-eating-grin and sliced the poor girls throat from one ear to the other. A thin red line formed then opened to a gaping second mouth that streamed out a river of crimson. I jerked and pulled at my chains as I cursed the bastard, in his aviators and crazy smile. He licked the blade as he stared at me, and he didn’t flinch as the razor cut his own tongue and his blood mixed with the girls. I wanted to be a million fucking miles from him, but not before I kicked his head in.
He started to walk towards me, the bloody razor in his hand and my own reflection getting closer in his aviators. I jerked and yanked as hard as I could on my chains, gritting my teeth and screaming obscenities at him. Begging him to fight me like man. He stopped and started to laugh, somehow also in a hillbilly accent. He turned to his little table of atrocities, pulled it close to us, and started to pick out a new toy to fuck me up with. I didn’t stop pulling at my chains. It was starting to really hurt, and I could tell I’d already scraped off a lot of skin. My hands were getting pretty bloody and they hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to kill him.
“Here’s the one, little Mr. Attitude.”, the Deputy said as he seemed to find just what he was looking for.
He didn’t get a chance to turn around and use it, though. I had pulled one hand free, and the chain rattled quickly as I leapt for the Deputy. I tackled him and we slammed against the big metal table. We both went to the floor and I quickly wrapped my chain around his neck as I straddled his back. I pulled the chains as tight as I could, and I could see his face turn colors while he scratched and clawed at me in vain. After a few quick, choked moans, I heard his windpipe crush and he stopped moving and went limp. I didn’t let go for another 30 seconds.
I released my grip finally and let his smell corpse fall to the ground. He sadly didn’t have a gun, but I grabbed the keys from his belt and unlocked myself and Mario. Mario nearly fell to his knees, but I managed to catch and prop him up. At that moment, I realized we hadn’t heard Jaeger scream for a while, and like a fucking cosmic joke, the door burst open. Standing there was a man who barely fit in the door frame. He was at least 6’8”, and dressed all in dark leather. He had a butchers apron that was splattered with blood along with his giant filleting knife. His face was completely covered in a black leather gimp mask. The only thing I could describe it to would be the creep from Pulp Fiction, but imagine it on a linebacker for the Cowboys, covered in blood.
Mario and I stared at him for a second as he stared back and quickly assessed the situation, panting heavily beneath his mask. Then he squealed in a gurgling voice and charged at me with his knife. I pushed Mario aside and thank god my muscle memory kicked in and the years of Goju Ryu weren’t for shit. Like with any large man I ever sparred with or actually fought, I always go low and for a big man’s knees. All that weight channeled right into a very vulnerable part of the body. As he ran straight at me, I side stepped low into him. I sent a very solid right jab right into the side of his knee and I heard a loud Pop!. He stumbled just past me, and I could hear the fillet knife whiz through the air past my head. He crashed into the wall and I didn’t stop to see how he landed. I grabbed Mario and booked it out of the room. I could hear the large man yelling and getting to his feet. I closed the door behind me and saw it had locks on this side. I locked them all and jumped back as a loud thud hit the door and shook the whole wall.
I spun around and was in a dim hallway of locked doors. All but one door, at least. We ran down the hallway to the open door and saw Jaeger tied, straddled to a chair with his back facing out. He had long, thin strips of skin missing from his back. The big fucker had been filleting our friend. I felt my stomach turn, a feeling I was starting to get used to. I quickly untied him, and Mario and I helped him out of the room. We started towards the other end of the hallway of big, locked doors as the thundering continued from the room we were in.
We got to the end of the hall and a short staircase led up and out into the dining room from out of the floor. The table had been moved aside and there was a secret door that lead to their fucked up butcher dungeon. We started to rush out of the house when I stopped.
“Wait. Mario, can you walk.”, I asked.
“Yeah. What’re you thinking?”, Mario said as I pulled away from him and Jaeger.
“Take Jaeger to the truck. And give me your lighter.”, I said as he reached in his pocket and handed me his little gas station lighter.
Mario has always been the type of friend to trust me and just go along with the plan. He turned and helped Jaeger out the front door. I ran to the kitchen as I grabbed the table cloth from the big dining table. I yanked the stove out a foot or two and kicked the gas pipe loose in the back, then tore through the cabinets until I came across a bottle of cooking brandy. I hauled ass back out of the house as I heard loud crashing and splintering noises from down below.
I got outside and headed for the dead Deputy’s car. It was night outside, and I wondered for a brief second how long I’d been out, and how long Mario and Jaeger had been tortured. I focused on the moment again, and doused the table cloth in the brandy and shoved it into the gas intake. I started to reach for the lighter when I heard the distinct sound of a chainsaw roaring to life from somewhere in the house. I almost pissed myself.
I wrenched the lighter out of my pocket and started to flick it on. It wouldn’t light. I tried it again. Nothing but sparks. Again and again and again. Nothing. I could hear the chainsaw getting louder. My blood was pumping so fast I felt like my veins were on fire. I held the lighter up the moonlight and saw that there was a sliver of lighter fluid at the very bottom. Well, fuck., I thought. I took a deep breath, turned the lighter upside down, then back. I flicked the wheel and button once, and it lit. I set the cloth aflame and ran like hell. I didn’t look back, but I could hear the chainsaw like it was on my heels. Then all I heard was a ringing and I was off my feet.
I rolled through the big yellow grass as chunks of fiery debris rained down around me. I couldn’t hear anything and my head and body hurt, but I got right back on my feet and started running again. I headed straight for the tree line and towards the truck. I could see it on the road, Mario and Jaeger in it and ready to go. I glanced back once, just to see the fire. It was huge and the giant black column of smoke was already beginning to block out the sky. I didn’t see anyone, so I assume the big man was still in the house when it blew. Fucking A.
I got back in the truck and hauled ass all the way back to the city. I knew that Mario and Jaeger needed medical attention right away, but knowing the Deputy was killing people in that town, I refused to take them to that hospital. It only took an hour to get back to the city the way I was driving, and I got them both checked in.
This was all yesterday, and Mario and Jaeger are stable and going to recover. I don’t know what to do now. I killed a cop, so I really don’t want to tell anyone of authority. I told the people at the hospital that a group of gang members tried to rob us and we got into a bad fight. They seemed skeptical when they saw Jaeger’s wounds, but they didn’t ask too many questions. All I know is that we killed those fuckers, and I’m happy about that. I have to go back to work tomorrow… I don’t know how I’m going to take 400 calls a day when I know what can happen when just one goes very wrong.
Submitted July 02, 2015 at 02:10PM by WayneTheDeuceman http://ift.tt/1KuFxe8 nosleep
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