Nicky leaned in and kissed Jenn softly as he slipped a hand underneath her skirt, slid his fingers up her inner thigh. She leaned back, pulled him on top of her. All of the stress their explosive argument minutes ago slipped away and left the only tension he felt in his jeans.
“I fucking love making up with you,” he whispered into her mouth.
“So do I. Why do you think I start so many fights?” She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. “Now why don’t you show me how sorry you are and take off those clothes.” She bit his lip and ground her pelvis against him.
Nicky grinned and pulled of his shirt while Jenn undid his jeans and yanked them to his knees. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
“You’re the fucking best.”
“I know, baby.” She took him inside her, rode him gently.
Such wicked dreams.
“What?” Nicky asked.
“Shh, shh.” Jenn moved faster, harder. “Just enjoy it, babe.”
“Seriously, Jenn, you hear that?”
She looked down at him. He watched as her eyes went from the light green they always were to dark, inky pools of blackness. Her skin peeled away in long, thin strips. Her hair went from deep chestnut to brittle and gray.
The boy-child seems to not enjoy the fantasy anymore. He wishes to leave now.
“Holy fuck!?” He pushed the rapidly decomposing corpse off of him and rolled off the bed. “What the-”
* * *
Nicky opened his eyes as a sharp pain shot through him. Before him, nailed to the only doorframe in the small, barely lit room, was Jenn. Blood and bruises covered her flesh. Her eyes were half closed and devoid of any life. When her mouth opened, more blood and other messes spilled out.
He tried to move toward her but quickly realized he was bound to the wall; barbed wire was wound up his forearms. The barbs dug into his flesh with every movement but he pushed through, even as bits of skin were ripped off. He was determined to free himself and Jenn before whoever had them returned to finish them off. Hold on, Jenn, I’m coming.
Once his arms were free he dropped to the floor. Though the pain was intense, he crawled his way across the room to Jenn’s feet. He touched them, felt how cold her skin was. She was already gone.
He struggled to stand, fell against her body twice, before he was stable on his own. He touched her face and closed his eyes.
Footsteps from somewhere beyond the small room startled him. He looked around quickly for a way out. He considered pulling Jenn down and running down the hallway but he was afraid whoever brought them there would see him. And he did not like the idea of handling his girlfriend’s corpse.
He ran to a window and peered through the dirty glass. He was a few stories up but there was a pool filled with dingy water below. He tried to open it but it was jammed. He looked quickly for something to smash it with but the room was empty.
The footsteps came closer. He was running out of time. He stepped back, took a deep breath and crashed through the window.
* * *
Donovan stood under the warm stream and wished the water could wash away the pain as easily as the dirt and sweat. He wished he could erase the guilt he felt over the selfish things that drifted into his head when his thoughts should have been with the boy who had found his own brother slaughtered in his own home only hours before. But all he could think about was Asa and how easily remembering him brought burning tears to his eyes.
“No, stop, not fucking now.”
He balled his fists tight, pressed them against his temples until his head hurt. He had to find a way to be there for him when he woke up, even if all he did was sit beside him.
The boy-child misses the vessel.
Donovan froze at the sound of many voices speaking in unison.
Perhaps we would bring him now. The skin we wear may lessen resistence.
Slowly, Donovan turned around and fell back against the wall when he saw the naked boy staring at him, his head tilted and eyes empty.
Yes, we will take him now.
* * *
Nicky ran through the dark streets, though he had no clue where he ran to. The chill night air sent goosebumps along his exposed flesh but he barely noticed. He did not feel the rough asphalt against his bare feet or the rain that had begun to fall. All he knew was he had to get away, as fast as he could, and find help.
He needed to survive.
Before he realized how far he had gone or which direction he even ran, he saw Donovan’s house and felt relief flood over him. He pushed as hard as he could, despite the pain that gripped him suddenly, and almost leapt onto the porch. As he reached for the door, it swung open and he fell into the foyer.
He looked up to see Cameron, his eyes wide and mouth slack.
“Dude? What the fuck happened?”
“I… I…” He tried to force the words out between deep, painful breaths. “Jenn is…”
Donovan’s scream ripped though the house.
TO BE CONTINUED