The echo of the plop crashed as it hit the water within the toilet sending a look of relief across Lynch’s face, as he fumbled for the toilet paper to wipe his shitty ass. He turned to peer into the brown infested coloured toilet bowel...looking in amazement that the amount of shit looking back at him came from his own ass. He cleaned himself up and flushed all the crap away and left the cubicle to wash his hands...
The door clattered open and in walked Liam who was staring at the floor, he passed the brute Lynch and went to the urinal to piss, Lynch glared through the reflection of the mirror and spotted Liam doing something...his movements seemed weird like he was...no he wasn’t...he looked like he was masturbating into the urinal.
“Hey you!....you choking your chicken fag boy?...you thinking about me fucking that skinny ass of yours ain’t ya?” shouted Lynch as a shocked Liam stopped fidgeting in the corner by the urinal. Lynch loomed towards the exit door and barred it with a broom, stopping anyone entering or leaving the room...Liam was trapped.
Lynch’s cock was being to feel itself upon the thin fabric of his boxers, as he began to feel aroused at the thought of this wretch masturbating his tiny pecker with him on his mind... “You wanna piece of this?...I bet you wanna suck it don’t ya!” Lynch demanded as he grabbed the contained penis within his trouser showing off the massive bulge that lay within.
“Well you ain’t going anywhere...until you suck me dry and suck me off good, or I will butt fuck you with my baton!...but I suspect a sissy fucker like you would enjoy that too.” demanded Lynch as he pulled down his trousers and boxers releasing the monster cock from within to point towards Liam, it was semi-erect and Lynch pointed at Liam to get onto his knees and suck him off as he grasped at his baton ready to use on Liam...
Liam still looking at the floor approached Lynch...all nervous and with his hands in his pockets, and began to lower himself before Lynch. “That’s a good bitch...now suck me off or face this being rammed hard up your ass!” ordered Lynch, as Liam took one of his hands and grasped hold of Lynch’s cock...Lynch squirmed in perverted pleasure at this, as a deep erotic feeling rippled through his body.
Liam continued to tug upon Lynch’s cock...the movement getting harder and harder as Lynch began to squeal with ecstasy, but then pleasure turned violently to severe pain as Lynch collapsed to the ground with his boxers and trousers around his ankles and his body caked in his own blood, and before him arose Liam with the very penis of Lynch that he had ripped violently from Lynch’s body.
Lynch was in sheer agony and was crying tears of pain and screaming abuse towards Liam...but Liam stood quiet as he removed a knife from his pocket and now began using it to cut away at his own face. “What the fuck are you doing...you sick fucking freak!” screamed Lynch towards Liam. But as the knife sliced away at the face...Lynch noticed the stitches on the side of Liam’s face, and as the knife sliced away at the last stitch...the skin on the front of his face dropped to the floor to reveal a bloody mess...but a face beneath the blood, a face that sent a axe of fear straight to his heart...it was the Dark Poet standing before him with a knife in his right hand and his torn cock in the other hand.
“Surprise little pig...little pig you let me in...now my revenge will be sweet as sin... gonna break your bones like sticks.” I replied as I sent the knife straight into his leg as Lynch’s howls echoed through the room...I lent down grabbing the baton that Lynch had dropped on the floor.
I sent the first blow straight across his face and then across the other side...bones cracked like sticks snapping...a grin appeared across my face as I picked up the severed cock from the ground, as Lynch now a bloody mess groaned weakly upon the ground.
I pulled the knife from his leg and stood sharply upon it as he yelped in agony...begging for his miserable life as tears run down his cheeks.
“Please...please....I was just following the Warden’s orders...he told us to bring that Festas to your cell...please....please.” those were the last words Lynch muttered....as I rammed his own bloodied cock down his own throat before slicing the knife into Lynch’s eye sockets, and cutting both eye balls from them as Lynch gagged and choked upon the cock of his rammed viscously down his throat.
I held the knife in my hand as I stared deep into the scared eyes of Lynch....as I bought the knife down straight into his chest....straight into his heart....Lynch’s body gave its last gasp of life....then he slumped upon the ground dead. I took the knife that was sticking from Lynch’s dead body....wiped it clean and removed the broom blocking the door and stepped into the shadows of the corridor replacing the guard’s hat upon my head covering my face..
Jimmy Jones was the usual hanger on kind of guard...easily gullible and easy to manipulate, he was the other guard who had attacked me and the next upon my list of targets. Jimmy was where Jimmy was always at this time...having a crafty cigarette behind the laundry room, where clouds of steam escaped into the air from the building where steam machines steam dried all the laundry of the Asylum.
Jimmy used these steam to cover himself away from the prying eyes of the CCTV that littered the sides of the building and was linked directly to the Warden’s office. The small frame of the guard was hidden entirely by the clouds of steam bellowing out from the laundry building. The only visible glow came from the lit cigarette amongst the deep thick steam...
“Ah sweet nectar to my lungs...nowt wrong with a tasty ciggie...only thing better is a crafty tasty ciggie.” Jimmy chuckled to himself as he inhaled another big blast upon the cigarette..unaware that beyond the thick steam clouds a shadow was approaching towards him...
Jimmy heard the fail attempts of a crap lighter trying to work....Jimmy tried to look through the thick murky steam clouds to see who was there, but couldn’t so called out towards them. “Hey...you need a light?...try this ciggie to light yours up.” called out Jimmy with the freshly lit cigarette in his finger and thumb towards where a shadow formed.
A hand gracefully took the cigarette from Jimmy and use it to light his own up with it... Jimmy could see from the outline of the guard’s hat that it was another guard having a crafty ciggie like him. “Hey great minds think alike don’t they...you got to love a crafty ciggie, its takes the heat off for a while.” replied Jimmy towards the shadow.
“You wanna give my ciggie back?” asked Jimmy as the shadow held the lit cigarette between his finger and thumb...rolling it between them gently up and down...up and down....
“Sure thing!” came the reply....a voice immediately recognised by Jimmy, but it was too late as I took both lit cigarettes and pushed it into his eyes...blinding him as he screamed in agony. His eyes were burnt black and bloodied sore with pain as he frantically hit out with his baton through the thick steam, but hit nothing....now I was the hunter stalking my prey under the cover of the steam...I pulled the knife from my pocket and crept slowly behind Jimmy as he furiously swung left and right but to no avail...I walked up close as Jimmy screamed out into the dense thick steam.
“You fucking bastard!...we should’ve finished you off...Lynch said the Warden wanted to get rid of you, and Lynch was gonna give me a cut of the bonus to lend him a hand dealing with you.” screamed Jimmy out into the thick steam clouds.
“Where the fuck are you...I’m gonna fucking skin you alive you...” spluttered Jimmy, not able to finish his sentence as the blade of the knife cut deep and true across his throat...the only reminder before the light flickered off within his head were the final words whispered by me before I sliced his throat...
“Peek-a-boo! Little pig...little pig...time for you to become bacon.” I whispered as the blade sliced gently across the little bastard’s flapping throat...the blood poured from the wound as Jimmy slumped to the ground...trying to crawl away from me, but the strength was fading fast from his body, and the trail of blood flowed like a deep red river as he began to gargle and yelp for help...but it was too late as the life finally extinguished itself from his body and remained still as the clouds of steam bellow
ed out from the laundry building giving me the cover to move and slip away from the body undetected...
Now for the next target....Festas the third little piggy...
I managed to sneak from the clouds of steam to the main building before the CCTV camera panned towards me, I opened the nearby door and walked into the dark corridor towards the recreational room...
As I entered the room it was deserted and the area set aside for me was marked out on the ground...the white circle which illustrated where I could walk to and from and within the white circle. I was usually not able to step across the white lines, due to the fact my chains were connected upon a series of pulleys and winch above the circle.
This was also the area where Festas lurked within the Asylum...and also the place he called home from homes...a place where he thought was safe from any harm, but not on this day...not today.
Chapter Six: House of Stone
Time is a funny thing....it can drag behind you or it can creep up on you when you least expect it...but Festas..dear sweet Festas...time has no place with or for you. The words hadn’t let my mind as from the shadows I saw him approach, no doubt thinking I was one of the guards.
“Hey you..Guard!... come here I need protection, you need to protect me.” Festas whimpered like a mongrel as he looked nervously around, “I am going to see the fortune teller, he will tell me what I need to know and do, so you need to escort me there,” demanded the little fool as I stood before him.
I nodded as my face was still cloaked in the shadows, as Festas led the way towards the far west wing of the Asylum...or the ‘crazy wing’ as it was known as.. The wing was home to the drug fuelled loonies who were too stoned for their own good...well apart from one person, the local loonies call him the fortune teller as he sees ‘visions of the present and future’...or maybe he is just another jacked up looney I don’t know.
The inmate known as Lurch smoked some serious stuff as he gazed towards the visions that crept before his eyes... the visions documented within his mind
the events to come and he was the only inmate with this gift. He was about six feet tall and had the features of a dopey looking idiot, but images can be deceptive as he knew a lot than he was showing off.
Festas still was two steps ahead of me as we both walked towards the entrance of the ‘crazy wing’, still quite unaware that it was me in the guard’s uniform and still quite unaware that I was hiding my face well within the shadows. Though Festas was more worried about getting to the Lurch than who was actually escorting him to the ‘crazy wing’.
As we approached the wing of the Asylum, I noticed the welcoming signs attached to the walls. Excrement smeared across the walls which was clearly acts of defiance against the current regime of the Warden. Beat downs were more regular over here, as the guards had the run of the wing and the Warden rarely ventured this far. The wing was under the close watchful eye of one chief and that was the Scouse.
The Scouse ruled the wing with an iron fist, and his cronies did his bidding with their batons first and then asked questions after. A series of ghastly murals were attached to the nearby walls...
Pictures of victims blood sprayed upon the walls oozing with matter and pieces of skin depicted scenes of torture and fear, as we walked past slowly and cautiously towards the far cell that led to Scouse.
Scouse sat calmly within the large looking cell, taking one glance towards the approaching Festas and another on the mobile phone which was flickering through a series of bets that the Scouse had placed. Two huge thugs stood either side of the door glaring towards the fool Festas and keeping one eye upon the guard following him hidden in the shadows.
“It takes a brave soul or weak fool to venture into my domain without an invitation...pray tell me which are you?” bellowed the Scouse towards the cowering Festas.
“I need a reading....I need to know my future!” replied Festas as he loomed near the doorway of the cell.
Scouse looked towards Festas and then peeked past him and glanced towards me...did he know?....was that a sly grin that crossed his face?
“Very well....but your little escort will stay where he is!” spoke Scouse, as Festas moved towards the empty stool that the guards pointed to...shuffling nervously as the two thugs pressed him into the stool.
“Shall we begin...” retorted Scouse as he produced a large joint and lit it....putting the end into his mouth and drawing in a huge amount of the substance into his body as I watched the Scouse’s eyes roll inside their sockets as a booming voice erupted around the cell as he spoke...
“Darkness follows you....from shadow into light, you have wronged the devil and he seeks vengeance upon all of those that have crossed him....he follows a trail of blood towards you...then one more shall fall...but he will not kill that one...no...torture him he shall....leave him with a memento...a memory to remember him by....”
Scouse fell silent as the only noise was the whimpering Festas who was urinating in his own pants at the thought of death’s claw waiting to strike him down, the two thugs grabbed him and hurled him from the cell. One of the thugs cast the piss soaked stool towards the crumpled pile of urine smelling rags that was Festas...
“What about me?...where can I go and hide?” demanded Festas...
“You have no hope....you have no time left...the jaws of death are coming but it will come to you as a whisper than a shout....let your friend escort you home to death’s welcoming embrace..” replied Scouse as a wicked laugh echoed through the cell and corridor...
Dejected.. Festas waved humbly towards me as he began to walk back towards the exit from the ‘crazy’ wing and back towards his own...with me still clinging to the shadows...waiting for that moment....oh that sweet moment to strike, the taste was upon my lips like sweet nectar.
Festas was not happy...not happy at all. He knew he was in trouble, yet didn’t know when he would face the cold touch of death upon his shoulder. But there was a slight chill trickling softly through his bones. We eventually arrived back to the safety of the east wing of the Misty Eyes Asylum, Festas shuffling more slowly than he had done before...he knew that his little world was crashing down before him...and I knew now was the moment...the moment to strike him down...
I moved silently and quickly as I was no more than a flea’s breath from his shoulder, still Festas hadn’t realised I was just behind him...he was lost in a world of his own...
The cut was sweet like honey...soft and swift like my last words into the ear of Festas... “sleep little pig sleep tight...don’t mind if the wolf takes a bite?” I whispered softly as the blade struck home and true. Festas’s body slumped to the ground in amongst the seeping pool of his blood and piss as he realised whom he had been escorted by....too little too late as the final flickers of life ebbed away from his body, and I slipped towards the shadows once more and made my way towards the Warden’s office....
The Warden had been busy drinking within the walls of his office, the same walls that now seemed to sway to and fro before his very eyes....the world around was nothing but a blur of light and shadows, the world around was on fire as heat erupted from within him and the hallucinations of a blazing fire towered around him...he staggered towards the open window, the window that looked down upon the open plains surrounding the Misty Eyes Asylum.
A storm was crackling from the north as the first faint touches of rain trickled down allowing a cool air breeze to sweep across the Warden’s brow. The room was still spinning and the heat had subsided for a brief moment...the Warden hadn’t notice the door to the office opening and me slipping into the shadows within the room. The Warden stood at the window, allowing the sweet breeze to invoke him with some clarity and to allow the swirling to decrease from his eyes. I stepped slowly forward towards him....chuckling silently towards myself as the Warden turned towards me with a look of fear flashing upon his glazed over eyes...
“H-how did you escape?...you should be dead!” screamed the Warden, “I suppose that you are here to kil
l me....well I am ready to meet my wife.” defiantly replied the Warden towards me....I began to laugh...
“I am not here to kill you old man...no...no..no, I am here to torture you more...death is too easy for you....no you shall not die today....but I didn’t say anything about hurting you though.” I cackled as I rushed towards....grabbing his body thrusting him towards the window, and both our bodies crashed through it and we descended towards the ground below it....
The Warden’s body crashed upon the ground with mine upon it seconds later...he groaned with the impact of my body crashing on the top of it....the rain crashed down upon us as I cackled with sheer delight, lightning flashed high in the night sky as soon the mere trickles of rain became a downpour and then into a major storm.
“Aaah....damn you....damn you to hell!” groaned a weakened Warden as glass from the window covered them both, as the rain continued to weep down upon them. “Well...well...well this has been fun, but there’s a brave new world out here for me to feast upon...and saviour the sweet taste of new victims. But let me just say this too you.” I replied as I brushed the loose glass from my body and slowly crouched down beside his ear and whispered softly into it.
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