Page 2 of Demise

“Is that what you did for Johnny? Made it so he wouldn’t be scared anymore?”

Danny looks at me. “Yeah,” he mutters. “And I’d do the same for you.”

The memory comes to me right when I need it. I’d forgotten about that night with Danny. He gave

me courage then, and he gives me courage now. I bend, my eyes jumping from Carson’s face to his jeans. My chapped lips burn when I lick them.

Will he wake up? Will he attack me and snatch the gun from my hand? What if he shoots Danny? I shake the thought away. I won’t let that happen. Taking one trembling hand away from the gun, I reach over, telling myself to keep calm. I gently pat Carson’s jeans’ pockets.

Nothing.

I exhale a disappointed breath.

Maybe it’s in his coat?Danny pipes inside my head again.

Yeah, yeah. You didn’t think the thought crossed my mind?

I look through his coat pockets. My breathing accelerates, imitating my heart. My mouth goes dry when I notice his chest move.

Shit.

I flex my hand, and then I reach. My eyes widen in horror when his hand snatches my wrist. I look back at his eyes behind the mask, and then I do exactly what Danny told me. I make the thing that scares me go away. I do it for Danny.

Chapter Two

Trig

(Earlier)

“What happened to your head, and what’s with the comforter?” he says.

“Don’t worry about my head, and what the fuck else am I going to wrap his body in?”

“You plan to kill him?” he asks, sounding a little more shocked than I would think.

“What’s it to you? Don’t you remember the last time you two talked? I wouldn’t think you cared.” I reach in the glove compartment.

“Well fuck, I don’t… I mean, I didn’t think we were going to kill him, though.” He shrugs, looking fidgety.

“You pussying out on me?” I say. “You a little fucking pussy now?”

“Well, I ain’t no killer.” He looks at me before looking back at the road.

“You’d be surprised at what you can become.” My tone is dark. I toss the mask I’ve been wearing to him. My words hold more weight than I intended, and I can’t help but think back on a time when I wasn’t like this.

I had a good life, good parents, good family. But one day it was all stolen from me and I was altered. It was as if I’d become an evil being feeding off the tragedy that happened to my family like larva nourishes before transforming into a moth. Darkness eventually swallowed me until I could no longer recall the child I’d once been.

I wasn’t him anymore after all. I was something else. The women I’d been with could always tell it. I was a little rougher than I needed to be, a little colder and violent. There was that one girl. She loved it. So much so, she wouldn’t leave me be.

“She’s fucking crazy,” I tell them from the back seat. “I fucked her once, and now I can’t keep her away from me.” She’s sitting outside my room waiting for me. There’ve been times I’ve just had my cock in someone else, but she still begs for it. At first, I was okay with this, but then she started crying when I’d tell her to leave. She’d lock herself in my bathroom and threaten to off herself. There was no need for her to do that, I could do it for her.

“Shouldn’t have given her that golden dick of yours,” Mickey says sarcastically from the passenger seat of Bones’ car. I see him look over at Bones. I could take my knife and slide it into the back of Mickey’sskull. So easily, so smoothly. He’s oblivious the thought even ran through my mind.

I act cool about it. “Hey, I’m serious, man. I think she’s stalking me. Can’t we ban her from the clubhouse or something?”

“We’re not banning a chick from the clubhouse,” Mickey says. “If you want her to leave you alone, then grow some balls and tell her.”

So, I grew some balls. Crimson oozed from her slit throat, making my cock twitch and my spine prickle. I’d sliced her from ear to ear. The plastic on the floor crackled as I moved over her. Her body lay limp, but still warm. A rush of satisfaction swam in my veins. The metal rod was slick with my cum as I moved it in and out of her sex.

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