No Mercy: A Darker Continuation

by Bane, Lucian

  NO MERCY

  A Darker Continuation

  By Lucian Bane

  © 2015 by Lucian Bane

  All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Lucian Bane or his legal representative.

  To all the readers, fans, and or reader’s clubs. Thank you for supporting my work. I’d also ADVISE you not to pirate my work. I’ve hired Karma to hunt down the cheap mother-effers who can’t spend 2 effing 99 to buy a good effing book, and put some smack down on their asses. You’ve been duly warned.

  And if you know of anybody that can’t afford a copy, just let me know. I’m a nice guy.

  Also, if you need a different format, please contact me, the author.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous wife. I love you forever. Thank you so much for putting up with me, for believing in me, for loving me.

  My Dark Erotica Group Acknowledgements

  Gina Terribile Enge~ Abraham’s car (hearse)

  Linda Kidwell~ Harpoon gun

  Maria S Brownfield ~ Secondary Character name: Norris Bartley (Crayz Legs)

  Tammy Singleton Burch~ Mechanical limb and name.

  Tammy Singleton Burch : Liberty’s hand Gun: modified hand-rifle and Hello Kitty

  Angela Peters with our very own Roxie Phelps for face and personality.

  Treena Ross ~ Media Center pic

  Nan DeVore-Lindsey ~ Drink Name: “Slow Screw” for Mercy

  Linda Kidwell ~ Drink Name: “Screaming Orgasm” for Sade.

  Kelly Mallett ~ Funniest Gun: TRAIN GUN

  Tami Czenkus ~ Mercy’s Black Party Dress

  Karen Lowry ~ Liberty’s Red Party Dress

  Penny Prentice Lusk ~ Mercy’s new hair do

  Brandy Michele ~ Mercy’s heels for the party

  Roxie Phelps~ Mercy’s jewelry for the party (necklace and ear rings)

  Sandy Hammond Ambrose ~ LMAO Jewerly

  Chapter One

  “Abraham.” Sade’s heart hammered as his brain recollected details about the demented legend before him. The sad clown mask, dark blue coveralls, and gun wagging next to his leg had Sade’s blood at a slow crawl.

  Vague memories rose to the surface about the man’s connection to the family business. Something about how he took his name seriously, that it played a part in his kink even.

  Sade didn’t recall ever being afraid of the rumors, but with the nightmare only ten feet away with the woman he loved slouched unconscious against his leg and her hair clutched in his meaty fist—he was terrified.

  “Don’t worry.” The man waved the gun loosely. “I’m not a killer. I’m a healer.”

  The scenario suddenly spelled sick. The kind of sick that would possibly allow you to buy more time but then regret you had.

  “Good to know.” Whatever reality he had going on in his head, Sade needed to play it. “We can all use a little healing.”

  “Yes!” The happy muffled words with the sad face added to Sade’s dread. “I was hoping to kill a little time while waiting for my son to arrive.”

  Sade picked up a hint of British in his accent as he contemplated the man’s angle. Kill time. “Your son?”

  “Kane, of course. The lost sheep. I have many children—I’m Father Abraham. Kane is a wayward boy and in need of… a bit of discipline.”

  Discipline? “I see,” Sade nodded slowly while using his peripheral vision to locate some type of weapon. “He’s certainly been a bad boy. That I can vouch for.”

  The sad face stared back, and Sade waited to see how his words would play on him. “Bad indeed. Not like you, though. You’re still fresh. Open to healing. As she is.” His urgent low words came with a brief drop of his head at Mercy, making Sade’s stomach clench with an urge to kill.

  Sade opened his arms wide, the feelings inside him stranger than he’d ever known. Lust, fear, longing, sadness, and guilt wrecked inside him. “I’m as broken and sick as they come, Father. If you could… maybe heal me first. Please.”

  Distant thunder rumbled outside just as Abrahams’s low laughter mixed with the growling for a demonic sound effect. “Now see?” Excited joy edged his words. “It’s nice to find a child eager for healing. I don’t understand the world these days.” He angled his head a little. “I pin it to the end times as God wraps up the age like a dirty garment. So many lost lambs without a shepherd, wool dirty and matted.” His tilted his the other way. “I think that is what we will do first. I was debating on ceremonial styles and shearing,” he made buzzing sounds over his bald head, “is indeed the perfect way to prepare with a clean slate.” He held up his gun in a show of safety. “Not a killer. A healer.” He wagged the weapon a little. “This is merely the pen or corral to keep the sheep from attempting to escape the inevitable. I mean why would I kill you?” he cried as though the idea baffled him. “What good is killing the defiled? Won’t their stains be forever uncleansed? What kind of a father would ever do such a merciless thing? How can one be cleansed and purged of sins when dead?” The final word gnarred with disgust and the contradiction said the argument had been made before, no doubt with somebody in that fucked up steeple behind the mask.

  Sade shrugged slowly. “I agree, it doesn’t make sense.”

  He nodded for a while. “I like you,” he finally said, sounding genuinely pleased. “I do think there is much potential in you. I am very eager to see what a thorough cleansing will produce.” The gun tapped rapidly on his leg in his excitement. “You know…maybe you’re the disciple I’m obtaining in this mission.” He shot out a breath like he might be smiling behind the mask. “In the vision, I was told that. I have visions and dreams. Do you have those?”

  “Sometimes.” Middle ground seemed like the thing to go with as he felt his way through the halls of his demented mind. A proper show of deference occurred to Sade and he slowly lowered to his knees, crossing his arms over his chest with a bow of his head. “I am willing to be whatever you want, Father Abraham.”

  Sade prayed that his game would buy him what he wanted. Not time, but opportunity. To drive his thumbs through both eyes of that sick fuck.

  “Fantastic,” he said, sounding genuine. “Do you mind keeping an eye on her while I grab my ceremonial supplies? It won’t take me long. Come.”

  Sade looked up to find he’d laid Mercy on the floor and held a chair out for him to sit in.

  “Oh, she’s fine. I didn’t hurt her. Just some chloroform.” He glanced down then back at Sade. “I think I used too much, she’s been out for so long. Such a delicate flower. Unlike your little friend. I had to use quite a bit, and boy, did he put up a valiant fight.”

  “Bo is a fighter.” Panic surged through Sade as he slowly approached the man standing behind the chair. “I hope you taught him a lesson.”

  He let out an eager laugh that made Sade sick. “Let’s just say, he’s being trained in becoming a fisherman.”

  “A fisherman?” Sade chuckled, sitting. “That dumb shit never fished once in his life.”

  “Oh, well, he’s not really fishing.” His humored tone said he was either buying Sade’s game or playing another one far better. He was too sincere to tell. “He’s my little naughty Jonah. I’ll deal with him later, but for now…” Standing at Sade’s shoulder now, he drew a finger along the back of his neck. “…I’ll focus on you.”

  “And Kane?” Sade clenched his eyes at the sensual glide of those fingers on his skin still. “He’s made my life very hard over the years.”

  “You like the ink I see.”

  The idea he w
as tracing his tattoo made him feel only a little better. “I like the pain.” Sade fought a shudder from his continued caress, gliding along the column of his neck.

  The smell of sour sweat thickened the air as his breaths turned shallow. “You like pain.” His eager whisper trembled like he either hated that or loved it more than Sade wanted him to.

  But whatever would keep Mercy safe. “Very much.”

  The man’s fingers roamed up into Sade’s hair now, the act of a lover. “Did you know,” he whispered, curious. “That there is neither male… nor female… in the body of Christ?”

  Sade grit his teeth as Abraham stroked over his lips. “I didn’t know.”

  The large fingers left his mouth and moved to roam over his skull. “An innocent lamb you are. Once I cleanse you and purify your vessel, I think you will make a fine disciple. Would you like that?” He closed his hand over Sade’s throat. “Go on,” he whispered, his mouth at his ear now. “Tell me.”

  A trickle of sweat rolled down Sade’s face. He knew there was only one right answer to give the predator shifting on restless feet as he assessed his prey. “I would love that, Father.”

  “I see your body has been pierced.” He stroked his hand eagerly over Sade’s chest. “That is a grave sin, my son.”

  The eager words said that was a turn on in some sick way. “I’m dirty, Father.” Sade barely managed to resist the full body shudder rolling through him.

  “Indeed.” He slid a finger over his nipple. “I’ll inspect your body later. After the ceremony. I have many tools to heal you and seal all your wounds.”

  Sade’s cock jerked at the idea of sexual pain just as he leaned to his ear again. An elbow to the face nearly overcame Sade in that second.

  “This will be your first test as my disciple. A Master must be able to… trust his servant.” The sour breath brushed Sade’s cheek. “Don’t disappoint me, son. Please.”

  Abraham’s beg held an orgasmic tone, shooting more sadistic desires through him—eye-gouging being the strongest and immediate. “I promise, Father.” He kept his voice to a whisper, not trusting it. His heart hammered furiously with the effort to appear calm as the man finally walked away, his steps hurried. “I’ll only be five minutes.”

  Sade nodded at the sad clown mask staring back at him from the door. His pause could mean he was fantasizing or having second thoughts. He finally turned and walked out, leaving the door open.

  Sade jerked at the feel of a touch. Mercy knelt next to him, tears in her eyes and a finger on her lips shhhhing.

  He dropped to his knees and pulled her hard to his body with a gasp then looked toward the door. The guns. Did he have time? “The bedroom,” he whispered, pointing.

  Crouched, Sade and Mercy hurried across the living room, dodging the windows. “I was waiting for the right moment,” she barely whispered, clutching his shirt. “When he said he’d let you watch me, oh my God I couldn’t believe it. I decided to wait. He’s fucking crazy, I’m scared,” she gasped, her voice shaking.

  Gripping her hand tight, he shot a glance out the window before dashing into the room and hurrying to the closet.

  He yanked the door open and felt around for the bag.

  “Oh my God! I moved it upstairs!” Mercy whispered. “I’m so sorry!”

  A sudden boom made them jump. The front door. Fuck, he was back.

  Sade flew to the bedroom window and unlocked it. “We’ll run to the truck,” he hissed, grabbing and helping her out quickly.

  “Son?” The bellow sounded confused.

  Sade climbed through the window and dropped to the ground right as thunder rumbled louder. The smell of rain thickened the air as Sade grabbed Mercy’s hand and raced to the front of the house.

  They made it to the vehicle and climbed in. Oh fuck, no keys. Ten feet in front of them sat a black antique hearse. “Lock your fucking door,” Sade ordered, searching beneath the seat for a weapon.

  “Oh my God, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Mercy shrilled.

  Sade eyed the sad clown face hurrying toward the truck as he opened the glove box. Mercy screamed as the maniac banged on the driver window.

  “Son!” he bellowed, yanking off his mask and glaring at Sade. The blue eyes were nearly brilliant in the darkness. “How could you?” Agonizing betrayal twisted his face before he turned and paced next to the truck, holding his head.

  Sade jumped at feeling something buzz under his ass. His fucking phone!

  “I trusted you, son,” Abraham muttered.

  “Look for a weapon, anything!” Sade wrestled the phone out of his pocket.

  “I don’t understand…” Abraham looked up and searched the sky. “I thought you said I was getting a disciple? Have I not earned that?”

  Sade’s heart stopped when he looked at the phone. Zero battery.

  Fists hit Sade’s window shaking the truck making Mercy shriek. “I’m not happy about this, son!” he growled, heaving. “I’m very upset! Really upset!”

  “Call the police! Call the police!” Mercy screamed.

  Sade looked at the text blaring on the screen. LEAVE NOW!!! ABRAHAM IS COMING! HE’S CLINICALLY INSANE! Sade’s fingers trembled over the keypad, hitting 911.

  “Where’s he going?” Mercy gasped. “He’s leaving, he’s going to his car. What’s he doing? Oh my God!”

  “911 what’s your emergency?”

  “We’re stranded at—”

  “623 Fallen Lane Prairie City!” Mercy screamed. “Oh God, he’s got a gun!”

  “623 Fallen Lane, Prairie City! There’s a psycho with a gun!”

  “You’re breaking up. Are you in town? What town are you near?”

  Abraham stalked back to the truck and stopped in front aiming the shotgun at them. Sade shoved Mercy on the seat, covering her. A jolting boom rocked the fucking truck when he fired. “Fuck!” Sade gasped, finally glancing up to find Abraham stalking to the rear of the vehicle. Sade ducked as the back glass exploded. He put the phone to his mouth and screamed, “623 Fallen Lane!” He fought to cover more of Mercy. “Can you fucking hear me!?”

  Mercy screamed and covered her head as her window shattered next. Sade looked at the phone. God, fuck no! Dead!

  Two more shots took out the windshield. Then Sade’s window blasted into the vehicle, pieces hitting them.

  “Goddamn!” Abraham muttered.

  Sade shot his head up to see the animal storming back to his car. Sade opened his door and dragged Mercy out. “Don’t look back!” he gasped, running with her down the driveway. “To the highway!”

  The sound of a vehicle door slammed and a low engine growled. Light beams soon bounced behind them with the demonic rumble of the engine screaming toward them.

  They wouldn’t make it, they wouldn’t fucking make it. Sade remembered the boathouse. “This way!” He shot into the woods and headed in a diagonal direction back, making sure Mercy stayed on his heels. There had to be something there he could kill him with. He’d use his bare hands as a last option. Fucking that up and risking Mercy wasn’t a gamble he could take.

  “Where are we going!” she cried.

  “The lake,” he gasped. “There’s a boathouse.”

  “Where is he? Why isn’t he following?”

  “Just keep running,” he said between huffs.

  They dodged trees for another five minutes then finally the lake came into view. Looking around, they ran across the open grassy area near the boathouse just as headlights lit up the road beyond it. “Jesus!” Mercy gasped.

  “Behind the boathouse, hurry.”

  They raced down the short pier leading to the shack on the water, then carefully navigated around to the back. “Oh my God, what’s that?” Mercy pointed in the water.

  Something white caught Sade’s eye near the pier. Pain tore through his chest as he realized it was a body. “Fuck! No!” he gasped. Bo.

  “He’s coming! What are we doing, what are we doing?”

  Sade stared at the body in the
water and his heart lurched at seeing something rise. He tore down the wood planks and jumped into the water, grabbing him.

  Bo made painful bellowing sounds, pushing at Sade. Oh fucking God, his face.

  “Something’s in his face!” Mercy cried.

  Bo’s hand trembled, pointing to whatever it was as Sade made his way closer. “H-hook,” he whispered, his voice frail and shaking.

  “Oh my God, he’s coming, Sade!” Mercy knelt on the pier by them. “Help him, hurry!”

  “I got you,” Sade whispered to Bo, grabbing his trembling hand while following the multiple fishing lines from his mouth, tied to the pier. His stomach tightened at finding it wrapped a hundred times around a giant nail that was beaten and embedded into the wood. Sade tried to bite his way through the thousand-pound line, making Bo whimper in pain.

  “He’s here, he’s here,” Mercy gasped.

  “Stay with him!” Sade pulled himself back onto the pier. “I’m getting something to cut him loose.”

  “I’m here,” he heard Mercy say as he ran to the boathouse, glancing back in time to see her dropping down into the water with him. Good. Hide.

  He reached the worn white structure under the near starless sky just as the rumble of Abraham’s car disappeared with the headlights. Sade stumbled his way around the garage-sized shack in the total darkness, searching for their salvation.

  Chapter Two

  “Johnny?”

  The booming voice sent Sade racing faster in the inky dark for a weapon—anything. He drew his hand back at encountering something sharp. He pulled on it, but it didn’t budge.

  “I’m really upset,” Abraham bellowed, his heavy steps thonking with urgency along the pier. But it was the wobble of agony in his deep voice that said his insanity was at full throttle. “Father didn’t want to hurt any of you. You’ve forced my hand.” The last words seethed like a madman pushed beyond his limit.

  Sade refocused his efforts and jerked on the object in several directions. Finally, it gave way and Sade quickly felt along the strange piece. The sharp tip seemed attached to some type of barrel with a handle. Could it be a spear gun? Fucking please be that.