Severing Sanguine: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 2 (19 page)

I looked down at the cracker, my fingers were all caked with blood.

“I thought you wanted to be my friend.”

Jasper was quiet for a moment. I didn’t look up, I just stared at the blood pushed underneath my fingernails. It was dried all over me and had helped form the scabs on my arms.

“We are friends, Sami. That’s why I’m not going to kill you… because we’re friends.”

I looked over where the barn was and saw the mound of dirt, darker than the ground around it. That was where Lenny was buried.

“How many other boys are buried there,” I suddenly asked. I gripped my arm with my fingers again and started feeling the scabs break underneath my skin and then a sticky feeling.

“Seven,” Jasper replied.

“Did you kill all of them?” I dug my nails in deeper. I pressed my fingers in and kneaded the flesh as deep as I could.

“Yes, eventually they either die… or they get too old.” Jasper’s voice dropped. “Now go catch those fucking crows. I’m going to have a smoke.”

“Okay…” I said and took a step forward.

Though as soon as I was in the empty pasture ground I felt a pulse of fear throb inside of me like a blister. I took a step back and made a nervous noise in my throat, inside was stuffy but it was dark and enclosed and… and I kind of liked that.

Out here was… open and it was making me nervous.

But nothing was going to hurt me outside… inside was different, inside was where Jasper would hurt me. So I walked into the pasture, covered in a thin coating of yellow grass with twists of old farm equipment sticking out of the ground. There were a few crows sitting on the fence and a couple further on sitting on the Skytech signs.

I dug my hands into my pockets and wished I had asked for a cigarette. I started slowly walking towards the crows, wondering to myself if I was still as fast as I used to be.

I didn’t feel like catching the stupid crows because I thought Jasper was stupid to think the Legion was after him. If the Legion was after him the Legion would come in and shoot the place up not waste time giving him signals. Jasper was crazy and I was his prisoner now. I was an entire day’s trike ride from my house and I didn’t even know the way.

I was so stupid; I was such an idiot.

I deserved everything that happened to me. I let Jasper do those gross things to me and in turn Barry shot himself in the head.

The crows looked at me and one ruffled its feathers before it started to peck at the ground. I had never been this close to such big birds before and I realized for the first time how pretty their wings were.

And – I gasped and slowly got down on my knees to get a closer look.

They all had red eyes like me.

I reached into my pocket and got out my tact. At the same time the crows, five of them, all turned to me and watched the cracker with their deep red eyes.

I broke off a piece and threw it in the middle of them. A bigger one stepped in and ate the piece so I threw another.

“You guys don’t have cameras in your mouths…” I whispered to them. I sat down and crossed my legs and started throwing them small chunks of the cracker bread. “You’re just normal birds. I have never seen a crow before, just some robins and pigeons.”

They hopped towards me and I let out a laugh as the big one hopped over and tried to snatch my tact away. At first I was startled at my own laugh, I hadn’t heard it in so long it sounded alien to me.

“Go on get!”
a crow suddenly said.

My mouth dropped open, I put my hand over my mouth to hide the smile. I had forgotten that Jasper had mentioned they could talk. He had been high and rambling it and it completely went over my head.

“Go on get?” I said with a smile. I bet Jasper yells that at them and that’s why they pick it up. “How about… Sanguine! Sanguine!”

The crow tilted its head at me before it tried to pick the tact out of my hand again. I let it pick a few times trying to say my name as often as I could so it would stick.

“Go on get!”
the crow said to me, then another one said from a few feet away.

“Come here, crow!”

“No, say
Hello, Sanguine
!” I said. “
Hello, Sanguine
!”

The crow kept picking at my hand so finally I gave in and broke off a piece. I put it in my hand and saw the big crow cock its head back and forth before pecking at my skin.

It hurt but like my own self-inflicted pain I liked it. I tucked the cracker further into my hand and left him peck at it, soon the others followed and all of them started pecking at my hand.

“Come here, crow… come here, crow,”
one said behind me.

When I pulled away my hand was all bloody. I threw a bit more crumbs to the crows and started licking my hand free of blood. Now my hand was hurting and that helped distract from the pain in other places. Barry might be dead but I had learned a lot from him.

“Do you guys want to be my friends?” I said to them. Unlike humans, animals won’t trick you or kidnap you; they’re honest. Even the ones who wanted to kill you, at least they were straightforward about it. They made their intentions known, good or bad.

“Friends, friends, friends,” I repeated, maybe I could get them to say that. “Hello, Sanguine! Friends, friends!”

The crows hopped around me, tilting their heads back and forth. Their feathers were so beautiful like they had been painted on with a paintbrush. It made me want to paint their wings on the concrete wall. Though I don’t think I could ever get it right, but maybe if I practiced really hard…

I didn’t have Barry the bear with me, he was in my basement so I couldn’t wind him, but I felt like singing to the crows. So I sung them the Daisy song in between trying to teach them words, and let them hop around me. Sometimes they pecked at the ground for seeds other times they just flew around.

Soon a lot of them were surrounding me, even the ones that had been balancing on the Skytech signs came. I smiled and tried to say more words to them, and while I did that I threw them more pieces of tact. Unlike with people I felt good having these animals near, flying around and being close. They were like me, though they didn’t have sharp teeth.

I looked down at my bloodied hand.

But they did have sharp beaks.

“Sami?”

I jumped up to my feet and jammed the rest of my tact into my mouth so he couldn’t take it away from me. All around me were the sounds of wings beating the air as the crows flew away.

“I didn’t see any cameras…” I said hastily, chewing as fast as I could. By the time Jasper reached me the tact was all gone and so were the crows.

I took a step back but, to my shock, Jasper raised a hand and hit me right across the face. I fell onto the ground and choked when he kicked me right in the stomach. I gasped as the wind got knocked out of me and grimaced in pain.

“Go on get!”

Jasper looked at me, his hazel eyes blazing and his mouth tight. I could smell the rage radiating off of him. I scrambled to my feet and cowered down shaking my head.

“I didn’t… I–”

“I heard you fucking talking to them!” Jasper roared. “Are you talking into the microphones? Huh? Are you a legion spy, you little shit?”

He was high again, I could see it in his eyes and in his movements. Jasper got paranoid when he was smoking from that pipe; he would spend hours and hours in my basement rambling about people being after him. He would make me agree with him and tell him all of this theories were correct even if they weren’t.

“Well?” He leaned down and smacked me on the head. I choked and coughed, spitting blood onto the yellow grass. I could hear the crows behind me talking and cawing.

“No!” I sputtered. “I gave them some of my tact. I just wanted to make a friend. B-Barry killed himself, Barry died. S-Sami died.”

“You gave them your fucking food? Am I feeding you too much?” Jasper snarled. He grabbed me by my tangled up hair and jerked me up to my feet. “Fine, no food! How’s that? No more food. No more crows!”

No more food? And no more crows? The scream I let out stole the air from my lungs but this wasn’t a scream of pain or a scream of fear… I felt inside of me a burst of anger so explosive it was like bomb of black matter ripping apart my chest. I whirled around and pounced onto Jasper and clamped my mouth over his upper arm. I sunk my teeth in and thrashed my head back and forth.

“Rip out his flesh, Sami,”
a new voice echoed in my head. This voice was deep and raspy, the voice of an adult not a young voice like Barry. It had an edge of dominance to it that told me I had no choice but to obey. Though I didn’t need a choice, I wanted to bite him, I wanted to cause Jasper pain. To pay him back for the pain he was causing me and the gross things he was doing to me at night.

My mouth filled with blood and I started chewing, taking in and swallowing pieces of flesh as bright light after bright light shot through my skull in tandem with the physical blows I could feel from Jasper’s fist. He punched me and punched me right in the head until the daylight around me became a sickening hot haze.

I fell to the ground and felt the grass underneath my skin. The crows’ cawing echoed and with every echo the sounds of their wings stirring up the radiated air around them.

It was cold… but the ground smelled of copper. I saw through my hazy eyes Jasper’s shoes, and the crimson droplets of blood from his chewed up arm.

Then that as well faded into nothing and all I could hear was my own heart pumping blood to my brain… and the crows singing around me.

“Come here, crow. Come here, crow.”

Nero

Nero zipped up his cargo vest and cracked his knuckles. “Alright, grab the handle and on three, we lift.”

Ceph’s tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as Nero started to count down, on three he tucked his tongue back in and started lifting up the large crate of water. Both their faces strained but a moment later the wooden crate started to lift off of the ground.

With a grunt they slid it onto the Falconer plane, the sound of wood scraping metal filled the plane as Nero pushed it into a corner with the other crates.

“You said he has a well… why does he need water?” Ceph wiped his brow and started handing him much lighter crates. These ones he knew were filled with non-perishable food and essential items like clothing, weapons, and even a small generator.

“This is fancy vitamin water or some shit, I don’t know; it’s supposed to make him not be a runt forever,” Nero explained. He glanced past him as he saw his twin sister Ellis walk through the hanger doors. A newborn baby sleeping on a sling that was wrapped around her chest.

“Hey, sissy, how’s baby Drakey?” Nero jumped down and walked up to his sister. He raised his pointer finger and started waving it around.

“Don’t you dare I just got him to go to sleep,” Ellis said in a threatening tone, but no sooner than she had said that Nero, acting like his finger was a torpedo, lowered his finger and poked the baby in his chubby cheek, making missile noises while he did.

The baby opened his dark orange eyes and let out a muffled grunt before closing his eyes again.

“Aww… stupid well-behaved baby.” Nero tickled his cheek and grinned at Ellis though she was giving him an iced glare.

“What!”

“Unless you want to take him into the greywastes let him sleep… though he’s the easiest newborn I’ve ever taken care of. He’s barely whimpered since I got him,” Ellis said glancing down at the boy’s blond head. “I almost tossed Ceph out the window twice, he wouldn’t shut up.”

“Hey!” Ceph called, popping his head out from behind the crates. “I was hungry!”

“And I was tired of giving you twenty bottles a day,” Ellis called to him. “You were such a fat baby too, covered in rolls.”

Ceph sniffed, his nose up in the air, but he said nothing else. Like Nero, Ceph was what the family called a ‘brute chimera’. Standing almost six and a half feet tall with auburn hair, and a burly, muscular body, he was a sight to behold even though he was only fifteen years old.

“At least he eventually learned to be quiet,” Ellis muttered before looking at Nero with a sigh. “I wish I could go with you… I really want to see how much he’s grown. He would be eleven years old now, wouldn’t he?”

Nero nodded. “Almost, Garrett checked his records and his birthday is at the end of March which is around when we found him, so yeah. Kidlet was eight when we got him and he’s almost twelve. Fucking three years – too long.”

“Silas gave us our orders,” Ellis said with a sigh. “Did you put in some videos for him? And those books?”

Nero nodded as he turned around. He jumped back onto the plane and kicked a wooden crate with his boot. “I raided Apollo and Artemis’s collection. I think he might be getting too big to watch The Little Mermaid but Garrett still fucking watches that movie so maybe he ain’t. Anyways I put in some older shit, Batman, Jim Carrey crap, and some Skyfall VHS’s of some actual TV shows. Any other ideas?”

“Hey, you’re not giving that little shit my Ace Ventura movies are you?” Ceph suddenly spoke up. He started opening the crate but Nero slammed a hand down on it. Ceph retracted his hand with a yelp and started sucking on his fingers. The Hawaiian shirt he was wearing plus his wavy cowlick suggested to anyone who knew those movies that he was quite the fan.

“We have like fifty of them we’ve found, he can fucking have one of each for fuck sakes,” Nero said with an eye roll. “Okay, turn the plane on, I ain’t fucking driving today. So, sissy? Can you think of anything else to send to the little bugger? Any sissy wisdom?”

Ellis’s mouth twisted to the side. “How long are you planning on visiting him for?”

Nero shrugged. “Couple o’ days? I wanted to teach him how to use our bush masters properly. He should be tall enough now that the recoil won’t knock him on his ass.”

Ellis walked over to the plane and put her hand on the sliding door. “If… he has a lot of stories to tell about people bothering him, why don’t you move him into the mansion?”

Both Nero and Ceph froze at this, both of them stared at Ellis with a surprised expression on their faces.

Sensing their hesitation Ellis continued, “He only has a few more years until Silas will bring him back to Skyfall. If he’s as slippery and sneaky as his engineering suggests… he can stay in a back wing and keep quiet. I just… it’s dangerous out there and it’s just getting worse. Right now we have pockets of greywasters, but as the towns they’re building these settlements on run out of canned food they’re going to start spreading out. I just don’t want anyone fucking with him, he’s still just a little boy.”

Nero let out a gruff laugh. “You’ve become such a mommy over the years.”

Ellis narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re a lot worse than I am. Well, get out of here and don’t get yourself killed not when we’re so close to becoming immortal.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t that be a kick in the balls, eh?” Nero brought out his cigarette tin and put an unlit smoke in his mouth. “Alright, we’re gonna piss off. See you in a few days. Bye bye, Drakey! Be a good little cocksucker now.” Nero leaned down and poked the baby in the face one more time.

The tiny, orange-eyed baby opened his eyes and looked around, and as his face started to crumple and become tomato-red Nero laughed and closed the sliding door.

Ceph got into the co-pilot’s chair and chuckled with Nero when the sound of an upset newborn filled the hanger outside the door.

Soon the Falconer was up in the air and flying over the greywastes. Nero was sitting with his boots up on the dash of the plane with a blue-embered cigarette lit in his mouth.

“Here smoke this… Garrett gave this to me as a trial pack. These are supposed to be like half-opiate or something, a lot better than the Blueleafs we are selling now,” Nero said. He gave the cigarette to Ceph before immediately lighting another one himself. “It has china white in it, fuck I shouldn’t have left my bag at home. Though I was getting tired of it killing my sex drive.”

“No kidding, I was surprised when you only wanted to cum once last night,” Ceph remarked with an almost patronizing smirk. He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. “They need to invent a drug that makes you all warm fuzzy like heroin but also makes you still want to fuck. Though I guess all good things have their downside.”

“I’ll get on Garrett, he loves getting pounded by me. I’ll just withhold it from him until he promises to start working on it. We need more sciencey chimeras already. Right now we just have Eli and Gare-Gare and they’re doing chimera crap for Silas, too busy to make good drugs,” Nero said. He looked out the window and looked down to observe the block they were flying over. Sure enough, he could see several people the size of ants watching the plane go by.

Nero waved at them. “Apolly-wolly and Art are supposed to run culture and Dek’ko; I ain’t got no use for that unless they’re planning on bringing Butterfingers back to the world. What did they want Jack for? Can Jack invent us drugs?”

Ceph laughed at this. “Jack isn’t into science he just likes his art and writing. Valen is pretty useless since he didn’t develop for shit, but at least you have Rio. His surrogate parents are saying he’s smart as shit but the fucker’s only eleven. Sounds like you’re pretty S.O.L until the new batch gets born. Silas will probably have a few more science ones now that he’s mastered typecasting us.”

“True,” Nero said. “Maybe we can get him to start accepting orders. He’s already mastered fucking up our eye colour and crafting our appearances. Why should he get all the fun? I’m going to order my own little chimera one day. Then I won’t have to keep sticking my cock up your ass all the time.”

“And Garrett’s and Silas’s too, and the younger second gens we have coming up!” Ceph said with a smirk on his face. His dark green eyes sparkled and that smirk turned into a grin. “You know… I can autopilot and we can take half an hour to ourselves on these seats. I’d still be able to keep an eye on where we’re going.”

A frustrated noise filled the Falconer’s cockpit. Nero took a long inhale of his cigarette and glanced behind him.

Ceph kept his smile and to further his offer he pressed the autopilot on the plane and unzipped his pants. He took his penis out and waved it around though in more of a lewd manner than an inviting one.

“Nah, I want to see Sangy, maybe on the way back.” Nero waved a dismissive hand, then lowered his cigarette towards Ceph’s penis making the brute chimera squawk and shift away from the blue ember.

“But now I’m horny!” Ceph whined. “Come on, you have me addicted now. You’ve been drooling over me and waiting for me to turn fifteen and now you’re going to pass up plane sex? Come on, Nero, fuck me!”

That was a brute chimera in his teens for you. Horny as all hell to the point where they came knocking on your apartment door at two am with a full salute eight and a half inch hard on and a desperation in their eyes that told you they were ready to go to the streets and find an unsuspecting nightwalker to pin down and fuck.

Which Nero did in his youth… and still does.

This gave Nero an idea; he chuckled to himself at the evilness about it. “Maybe on the way back… I’ll take you to one of those blocks and let you choose a pretty one for us to take into the plane. Pass him between the two of us for a few rounds and make him shriek and squeal under our cocks. Would you like that, Cepherus?”

Ceph looked at him, his green eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. Below him his hardening penis was in his hands which was now flexing behind the head.

“R-really?” Ceph sputtered, his breath catching in his throat.

“Sure… grab him on the way back from the store… drag him into the plane as he screams and cries and I’ll rip his pants off exposing that firm white little ass…” Nero was laughing inside of his head as Ceph groaned and shut his eyes. His fingers now running slowly up and down the shaft of his dick.

“I’ll spit in my hand and prep his ass for you, then grab your cock and put it to his tight hole. You can slam that dick right into him and before he even has a chance to gasp you’ll start riding him hard as his screams echo throughout the plane,” Nero went on with a grin dripping self-satisfaction. He loved riling the new teens up.

“Oh fuck you, Nero,” Ceph groaned, his hand now picking up speed as it stroked a large and thick penis. “You… fuck, stop taunting me.” The auburn-haired chimera opened his eyes and did a quick check to make sure the plane was flying correctly before dropping his pants and putting one knee on the co-pilot’s chair. “Come on, don’t be a cunt. Stick it in me already.”

Nero unzipped his own pants and pulled out an equally large member, already rock hard and begging for some place to be. He got up and immediately started teasing Ceph’s hole with his finger.

Ceph’s ass immediately rose up higher, at the realization Nero might actually take him up on that offer he leaned over and put his hands on the windowsill of the Falconer and braced himself.

“Quick,” Nero said as his finger stretched out the tight opening in preparation. “I am not fucking giving you wine and candles, brother.” He raised a hand and smacked Ceph’s ass then grabbed it. He positioned himself and tauntingly pressed his large cock against Ceph’s opening. “I’m fucking you and I’m sitting back down and if you dare cum on my leather seats I will rub your nose in it, got it?”

Ceph let out a gasp; Nero could feel the young chimera’s hole tighten in anticipation. “Y-yeah, fuck… I don’t care, just ride me hard.”

A smirk graced Nero’s lips, accentuated more by the lust pouring from the man’s eyes. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on the head before, with a well-aimed push, he broke himself into Ceph.

Ceph cried out and stuck his ass out further. Nero sunk into him slowly and after giving the window of the Falconer a glance and then the controls to make sure he wasn’t about to literally fuck him to death (via plane crash) he grabbed Ceph’s hips; as the young chimera let out a gasping cry, Nero started to roughly ride him.

“Oh hear him cry, you like that, puppy?” Nero leaned down and licked Ceph’s neck, his hips slamming into Ceph’s backside as Ceph grabbed onto the windowsill to keep himself from falling over. If he didn’t have his knee resting on the seat of the plane he might just have fallen over with the power behind Nero’s quick and rapid thrusts.

Ceph groaned and tempted fate. He leaned his forehead against the side window of the plane to steady himself and let his right hand disappear between his legs.

“Fuck…” Ceph started stroking himself, listening to every gasping groan that came from Nero’s lips. “That’s the spot… fuck, you’re like a tank. No wonder you’re Silas’s favourite.”

“Oh, always,” Nero growled into his ear. He kept his pace, continuing to glance at the main window of the Falconer, just to make sure everything was going good.

What a crappy place to fuck, overrated like shower sex… but well, you gotta drain the brute chimera teens often or else they’ll just go off and start raping every pretty face with a cock. I know this because I was one and it was the most bullshit thing in the world that I had to wait until fifteen for Silas to finally let me loose on his ass. Not to mention the thrill of finally getting hammered by my king. He might look slight and tawny but holy-fucking-shit.