“I’ve already told you, I’ve laid out our trip.”
Barry looked at Wyatt. “I guess you already knew about this?”
“Yep.”
“That’s fucked up. Everyone knows what’s going on but me.”
Wyatt laughed. “That’s what ya get for being a snitch.”
“Fuck you, prick!”
Seth intervened before they got into it. “Hey! You two better get your shit together and not fuck this up.”
Wyatt nodded. “You can trust me. And don’t worry about Barry. I’ll keep him in line.”
Barry glared at Wyatt. “You’re not my fuckin’ daddy!”
“Y’all chill out!” Seth pulled over. Kenneth was parked on the side of the road. “You two better act right.” He went to the back and grabbed a duffle bag, then ran to the truck. As Kenneth drove off, Wyatt turned the RV around and took off back towards the highway. Barry was upset, feeling like he was being mistreated. “If I knew this was how y’all were going to treat me, I wouldn’t have volunteered to come on the trip.”
Wyatt wanted to laugh. “Dude, stop acting like a bitch.”
“I’m not a fucking bitch! And you better stop insulting me if you know what’s good for you.”
“Seth told me how you like to whine and moan. I just hope you don’t do that shit the entire time.”
“Just keep your eyes on the road and shut up!”
“You shut up.”
“Make me, asshole!”
“Screw you, fuckhut!”
“Fuckhut?”
“Yeah. Because you like takin’ it in the ass.”
Barry started punching Wyatt in the side of the head. When he fought back, the RV swerved. He tried to get the vehicle stable, but he over corrected, causing it to go off the road to the right. Grass was being thrown on the windshield as he drove through the median. He was pressing the brakes as hard as he could, but the heavy vehicle wasn’t slowing down as the tires slid across the slick vegetation. It seemed like it was never going to stop as it crossed the median. When the tires hit the asphalt on the access road, the RV violently bounced, then spun around 180 degrees before coming to a stop. Wyatt’s eyes were huge as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.
Barry looked scared. “Oh my God! Seth is going to kill you for this!”
Wyatt glared at him. “This is your fault, asshole!”
“Don’t blame me for this shit! You’re the one driving!”
“You were hitting me, you fucking prick!”
“You started it!”
“Bullshit! You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat since you got here.”
“Keep running your mouth and see what happens!”
“I don’t have time for your shit.” He turned the RV around and took off. As he drove, he noticed everything seemed to be okay. “You better be glad nothing got broke.”
“You’re the one that better be glad.”
“You’re such a prick. I’m surprised Seth even lets you be his bitch.”
“Fuck you!” Barry stood up. “I’m going to the back.”
“Seth said you have to stay up here.”
“Fuck him too.” He walked off.
About an hour later, Wyatt pulled into Lucky’s RV Park. While he was in the office signing in, he noticed through a window that Barry had come back to the front of the RV. His wig was crooked and his makeup was smeared. Wyatt was worried someone might see him, so he quickly finished, then walked up to Barry’s door and opened it. “Dude! You’re fucking wig is jacked and your makeup is fucked up. Get in the back before someone sees your ass.”
Barry leaned back in his seat and tossed his feet on the dash. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“You’re a fucking idiot!” Wyatt slammed the door shut and got in on the driver side. “Your attitude is going to get us busted.”
Barry was looking out his window. “Don’t talk to me, asshole.”
Wyatt drove to the RV site and parked. “What’s your problem?”
“Fuck off!”
He noticed Barry’s mascara had run. “Are you crying?”
“No.”
“Then why is your makeup running?”
“’Cause I was doin’ pushups in the back.”
“Yeah, right. You were probably jacking off and got jizz all over your face.”
“Screw you, golden boy!”
“Golden boy? What the fuck does that mean?”
“Means you’re Seth’s bitch.”
Wyatt laughed. “How do you figure that? You’re the one wearing a fucking dress and explosive collar around your neck.”
Barry came out of his seat and jumped on Wyatt like a rabid monkey. They both went at it, wrestling and punching each other like crazed maniacs.
Around 3 PM, Seth and Kenneth pulled up. When they walked into the RV, they noticed the cargo area was a mess. Barry was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His dress was torn in numerous places and his wig was lying next to him. His makeup was smeared all over his head and neck, and his face was covered in dried blood. He had pieces of bloody tissue paper sticking out of his nostrils, his bottom lip was busted open and his right eye was almost swollen shut. He looked like a prostitute that had been beaten with a club. Wyatt was sitting on one of the autopsy tables. He wasn’t wearing his shirt or ballcap. His torso, arms, neck and face were covered in scratches and he had patches of hair missing from his head.
Seth was shocked as he looked at them. “What the fuck have y’all done?”
Kenneth started laughing. “Looks like they had been on fire, and someone tried to put it out with a bicycle chain.”
Seth was aggravated as he glared at Wyatt. “I expect this kind of shit from Elmer over there, but not from you.”
He stood up. “I know, but the fucker knows how to push my buttons. I’ve never been around such a fucking asshole in my entire life.”
Barry became pissed. “Fuck you! You’re the one who wrecked the RV!”
Seth’s eyes got big. “What?”
Wyatt shook his head. “It’s not what you think. I just ran off the road. Everything is fine.”
Barry laughed sarcastically. “Ran off the road, my ass. He fuckin’ plowed across a grass median doin’ seventy, then the RV spun around several times like a fuckin’ merry-go-round.”
Wyatt glared at him. “It only did a 180, you fucking asshole! And you’re the one who was punching me in the head and caused me to run off the road!”
“That’s a lie! I didn’t touch you!”
“Don’t call me a liar!”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Beat your ass again!”
Barry stood up. “Beat my ass again? You got your ass kicked!”
“All you did was pull my hair and scratch like a girl, you fucking cunt!”
“I got your fucking cunt!” He started walking towards Wyatt.
Seth intervened. “Y’all fucking chill out! Enough is enough!”
Barry paused and pointed at Wyatt. “But that motherfucker there is pissing me off!”
“I said that’s enough! Go sit back down before I give you a reason to be pissed.”
Barry sat on the floor and crossed his arms. “This ain’t fair.”
Kenneth was smiling. “This is some funny shit. Maybe you need to get Beavis and Butt-Head a babysitter.”
Seth looked at Barry and Wyatt. “You two need to get your shit together.” He looked at all the stuff they had knocked off the walls. “And get my tools picked up. This isn’t a daycare.” He looked at Kenneth. “Let’s go get the scumbags out of the truck before I wring their necks.” He and Kenneth walked out of the RV.
Wyatt glared at Barry. “Thanks, Elmer. Now he’s mad at me.”
“Don’t call me Elmer.”
“You didn’t get mad when Seth said it.”
“That’s Seth. Not some asshat.”
“I got your asshat, Elmerrrr.”
Barry stood up. “Say it again!
I dare you!”
“Elmer, Elmer, Elmer!”
“You son of a bitch!” He charged Wyatt.
A few minutes later, Seth and Kenneth came into the RV dragging two large bags. Seth noticed Wyatt had put on a shirt and was picking up the mess, but Barry was sitting on the floor with his head down. Seth pointed at Barry as he looked at Wyatt. “Why isn’t he helping you?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess he’s asleep.”
Seth walked over to Barry and nudged him with his foot. “Hey!”
He didn’t move.
He nudged him again. “Hey! Get your ass up! We have shit to do!”
Barry slowly raised his head, revealing his face was covered in fresh blood. He seemed incoherent as snot ran out of his nose. “Where am I? What’s going on?”
Seth glared at Wyatt. “Something you want to tell me?”
He shook his head. “Not really.”
Seth was aggravated. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? I can’t believe y’all are behaving this way.”
Wyatt was embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Seth knew how Barry’s attitude could be provoking at times. “I know Elmer can be a prick sometimes, but don’t let him get the best of you.”
Barry was mad. “That’s fucked up!”
“What’s fucked up is your disguise. Go fix yourself up.”
Barry stomped his feet as he walked towards the bathroom.
“And make sure you put on plenty of base to hide your fucking bruises.”
He slammed the door shut.
Drag Queen
Seth and Kenneth laid the bags on the autopsy tables. Wyatt watched as they opened them, revealing two men. One was redheaded, looked to be in his late-twenties and slightly overweight. He was wearing a black, Metallica t-shirt and dirty blue jeans. His arms and neck were riddled with poor quality tattoos. The other man looked to be in his early-thirties. His head was shaved and he had a thick, black goatee. He was wearing dark gray shorts and a white, Gold Gym’s muscle shirt. It was obvious he worked out, but only his upper body. He was apparently one of those guys that was too lazy to work his lower body, allowing himself to have a big upper body with bird legs.
A few minutes later, Barry came out of the bathroom. His blonde wig was crooked on his head and he was wearing so much makeup he looked like a hooker. He walked up and looked at the men. “Who are these fucking assholes?”
Seth looked at him. “Really? You look like a fuckin’ drag queen that got beat with an ugly stick.”
“Who gives a shit?”
Seth shook his head. He knew it was pointless to argue with him. He pointed to Gus. “Mr. Muscles is Gus Morgan. He raped and killed his girlfriend when she tried to leave him for cheating on her. The redheaded fuck is Andrew Hall. He raped and murdered a woman during a home burglary.”
“Where did you find them at?”
“Andrew was at his house, and Gus was hanging out in his favorite bar.”
Barry noticed they weren’t moving and their eyes were open. “Are they dead?”
“Nope. I injected them with pentobarbital.”
Wyatt had a confused look. “Hold up. Isn’t that the same shit used in lethal injection?”
“Sometimes.”
“Are you trying to kill them?”
“It’s only deadly in high dosages.”
“So, they’re going to be okay?”
“Yeah, unless the pentobarbital caused brain damage.”
Barry popped off with a sarcastic tone. “I’m surprised you risked it. I know how you like fucking with people. You won’t be able to humiliate them if they’re brain dead.”
Seth tossed him a razor knife. “I need you to cut their clothes off.”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because your mouth has no filter.”
“This is bullshit!”
Wyatt reached out. “Give me the knife. I’ll do it.”
“Fuck that.” Barry started cutting off Andrew’s shirt.
Seth smiled. “See. It’s not that hard to play nice.”
“It has nothing to do with that. I’m just not going to let the golden boy show me up anymore. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Nope. I don’t care how you need to justify it, as long as you do your job.”
“Whatever, dude. If you want to give me the shit work, that’s fine. I can handle it.”
“That’s the spirit, ol’ chap.”
Wyatt laughed as he watched Barry cut off Andrew’s pants. “You seem to be enjoying that.”
“You can go get fucked in the ass!”
“I’m sure you’d like to watch that.”
“I’m not fucking gay, you prick!”
Seth intervened before they got into it again. “Y’all chill out.”
Barry moved over to Gus and started cutting off his clothes. “It’s all good.”
“If you’re going to dish it out, you need to learn to take it.”
“Screw Wyatt. He can kiss my ass. And all I care about is getting to fuck someone up.”
Kenneth looked at his watch. “Speaking of fucking someone up, we need to get movin’.”
Seth looked at the clock on the wall. “You’re right. We need to head to Denton. We’ll follow you.”
Kenneth walked to the door, then paused as he looked at Barry. “Don’t be fondling their junk.”
Barry sang out without looking up, “Fuck youuuuu! Fuck youuuuu! You can kiss my fucking ass, toooooo!”
Kenneth laughed. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He walked out the door.
Seth looked at Wyatt. “You drive. I’m going to stay back here with the rhyme master.”
“Thank God!” Wyatt walked to the front of the RV, then followed Kenneth out of the park. He was happy that he didn’t have to be around Barry.
Seth noticed Gus was starting to wake up. “We need Gus secured on the wall.” He dragged him over to the wall. “Help me hang him up.”
Barry held Gus against the wall as Seth secured his arms and legs with shackles. “What are we going to do to him?”
“Nothing right now.”
“What about Andrew?”
“We’re not doing anything to him either.”
“I don’t understand. Are we not going to torture them?”
“Of course, we are. I’m just saving some of the murderers for something special I have planned at the end of the trip.”
Barry looked aggravated as he held Gus against the wall. “I can’t believe we’re not going to do shit until we have everyone picked up.”
“That’s not what I said. I said we’re only going to hold onto some of the murderers.”
“Okay. So, when do we get to fuck someone up?”
“That’s where we’re heading now. To get Patrick Ramsey in Denton.”
As soon as Gus was restrained, Barry ran up front and thumped Wyatt on the back of the head. “Hurry your ass up, grandma! You’re driving like a bitch!”
Wyatt elbowed him in the nuts. “Get the fuck away from me, moron!”
Seth felt the RV swerve a little. “Hey! What the fuck are y’all doing up there?”
Barry came back holding his balls. “Fuckin’ prick racked me.”
“That’s what you get for fucking with him.”
“I just told him to speed it up a little so we can get to Denton.”
“You’re sure excited about getting to fuck someone up.”
“I’m freakin’ bored.”
“I hope you’re wanting to do this for the right reason.”
Barry had an arrogant look. “What the fuck does it matter as long as the scumbags get what’s coming to them?”
“You better not go Bundy on me.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Turn into a fucking serial killer.”
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I only fuck up scumbags. Bundy murdered innocent pe
ople.”
“Who said I wanted to be like that fucker?”
“No one. But if I find out you’re slipping into that kind of shit, your ass is going to be hanging on the wall.”
“That’s fucked up!” Barry’s feelings were hurt. “I can’t believe you think I would do something like that.”
“You just seem to have a few screws loose… More than usual.”
“You have a lot of room to talk.”
Seth laughed. “I know, right? But seriously. I’m keeping an eye on your ass.”
Sick Bastards
Seth noticed Andrew was starting to wake up. He handed Barry some ratchet straps. “Secure Andrew to the table before he has a chance to go nuts.”
Andrew looked at Barry as he strapped him down. He was still dazed. “What’s going on?” He raised his head, noticing he was nude. “What the fuck? Why am I naked?” He looked at Barry. “Who in the hell are you?”
“Your worst nightmare.”
“Are you fucking queer or something?”
“Don’t call me that! I’m not fucking gay!”
“Then why do you look like a transvestite.”
He thumped him on the forehead. “I told you I’m not fucking gay!”
“This must be a joke.”
Barry laughed. “If it was, would it be funny?”
Andrew was becoming more alert, and as he looked around, he noticed all the tools and torture devices on the wall. “What is this place?” He noticed Seth was leaning against a wall, then he saw Gus hanging nude. “What the fuck?” He became upset and started jerking at his restraints. “You sick bastards! If you touch me, I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”
Barry started poking him in the chest with his finger.
Andrew had a confused look. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to kill me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said if I touched you, you would kill me. So, when are you going to do it?”
He just glared at him.
Barry laughed. “That’s what I thought. All bark and no bite.”
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Where am I? Why am I here?”
Seth was smoking a cigarette as he remained leaning against the wall. “To suffer immensely before you die.”
He looked at him, then at Barry with a troubled expression. “Why are y’all doing this? I don’t even know who y’all are. Did someone pay y’all to do this?”
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