He was stunned and revolted at the same time. “You can’t be serious!”
“As much as the heart attack you’re fixin’ to have.”
“Oh my God! This can’t be happening!” He got on his knees and started begging. “Please don’t do this! I’m begging you! I don’t want to die! I’ll do whatever you want if you call an ambulance! Please show mercy! I’m sorry for what I’ve done!”
Roy had already discerned this to be the scenario that would play out. “Can I have a knife?”
“What do you think?” Seth turned to walk away, but then paused as if he had a sudden thought. “I forgot to mention, if I was in y’all’s predicament, I wouldn’t tear off my shit, I’d rip off someone else’s.” He strolled back to the group, sat next to Missy and lit a cigarette in anticipation of the next phase of the evening’s entertainment.
Victor hadn’t considered getting the antidote from one of the other men. He started contemplating his options, sizing up the other two men. Roy could tell what he was thinking. “Fuck you, grease ball! You come near me, I’ll kill your ass!”
Victor studied Byron, thinking he’d be easier. Byron shook his head. “You stay away from me!”
The men started examining each other, trying to determine their next move. Their faces were drooping, bodies twitching and they were slobbering on themselves. They resembled men of the Old West in a standoff. But more like a standoff between retards.
Seth knew they didn’t have much time left—Roy was turning blue, Byron was sweating profusely and Victor was having a hard time keeping his back straight. “You fuckers better do something quick. Looks like y’all are on the expressway to Hell.”
Roy knew his best chance for survival was to take out Victor; he was the biggest threat. If he could get Byron to help him, together they could overpower Victor and rip the antidote from him. If he needed more, he figured he could easily take Byron out. Roy looked at Byron, then nodded towards Victor. “Help me take him down. We can share his antidote.”
Byron was in a lot of pain and all he could think about was making it stop. “Okay.”
Victor was holding out his fists. “Bring it on, motherfuckers! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Roy and Byron charged him, smashing him to the floor. Byron sat on Victor’s chest to hold him down as Roy sat on his legs to prevent him from kicking.
Victor grabbed at Byron’s face, trying to gouge his eyes. “Get the fuck off me, you fucking faggot!”
Byron seized his arms, holding them down. “Stop trying to claw me, asshole!”
Victor was so angry he was slobbering as he yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Roy grabbed Victor’s ball sack and tore it apart, then proceeded to yank his testicles from his body. He shoved them into his mouth and started chewing as he jerked on Victor’s penis. He showed no mercy, behaving like a savage—his desire to live overshadowed his humanity.
Victor was violently twisting and turning to free himself and howled when Roy tore his penis from his body.
Kenneth, shaking his head, watched as Roy chewed on the severed penis. “Dammit, Seth! This is gay as fuck!”
Seth laughed. “You’re just mad because Victor might bleed out and you’ll lose the bet.”
After swallowing the penis, Roy stood up and staggered off to the side. Byron quickly rolled off Victor and stepped away from him. Victor reached down and felt of his groin, only to discover his penis and balls missing. Horror-struck, he stared at his bloodstained hands and clinched his teeth. “You fuckers are going to pay for this!”
Byron reached out towards Roy. “Give me some of the antidote.”
Roy looked down at the floor to hide his guilt-ridden expression.
Byron’s eyes traveled to Roy’s blood-covered hands and noted that they were empty. “Where’s it at?”
“It’s all gone.”
Anger raged through him. “You sorry bastard! Half of that was mine!” Byron tackled him, bashing him to the floor. Being stronger, he easily pinned Roy to the floor and sat on his stomach. He grabbed his throat and started choking him. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Roy’s eyes, huge as fifty-cent pieces, grabbed at Byron’s hands. He was almost to the point of passing out when his adrenaline surged, powering him with enough strength to loosen Byron’s chokehold from his neck. “I’ll throw it up! I’ll throw it! Please stop!”
Bryon continued holding him down. “I’m not eating your fucking puke, asshole!” He started choking him again. “I’m going to take it from your fucking balls! How do you like that?”
Kenneth was frustrated. “What the hell is wrong with these fuckers?”
Seth looked at him. “It’s called survival.”
“The motherfucker doesn’t have to eat the man’s twig and berries since he offered to throw up the antidote.”
“If he did that, you do know he’d be eating partially digesting twig and berries?”
Kenneth put his hand over his mouth, trying not to get sick.
Roy was still pleading as he continued to fight off Byron. “I’m sorry! I was just scared of dying! Please let me throw up!”
“Fuck you!”
Roy started punching Byron in the face as he fought to breathe.
Barry was yelling at Byron. “Keep choking him! Kill that motherfucker!”
Seth encouraged Roy. “Rip out his fucking eye!”
A few minutes later, Roy passed out. Byron kept squeezing his throat, intending to hold on until Roy was dead.
Barry was thrilled as he pointed at Seth. “You’re out, fucker!”
Seth shook his head. “What a fucking pussy.”
Barry looked at Kenneth. “You better get ready to pay up when my boy takes out your fuckin’ Mexican.”
“You better hope so, because I’m going to take a lot more than some teeth from your ass.”
When Byron spun around to get his antidote, he stared in stunned silence at Roy’s groin. It was covered in blood and his penis and testicles were gone. He looked at Victor, suddenly aware he was eating something. “That’s mine!” He stormed toward him, but Victor had already started running, being mindful of the chain attached to him. Victor chewed Roy’s extricated penis and balls as fast as he could though Byron continued to chase him around.
Once Victor swallowed all the parts, he stopped and held out his fists. “It’s gone, white boy! You can go fuck yourself!”
Byron tackled him and they crashed to the floor, rolling around and punching each other. So much time had passed since they ingested the poison that their skin had turned a disturbing hue of blue. They were sweating profusely and their faces were distorted by the incessant muscle spasms. Their bodies tremored from the wracking spasms.
Missy started laughing. “They look like retarded Smurfs with Parkinson’s disease.”
Byron had Victor in a headlock as they writhed and trembled on the floor. His only hope at survival now was to get the antidote back. “Throw the shit up, asshole!”
Victor, having lost a lot of blood, was too weak to get out of the headlock. “Let me go, you fucking puta madre!”
“Fuck you! I’ll kill your ass!”
“I said get the fuck off me!” He started clawing at Byron’s face.
Byron squeezed Victor’s neck as hard as he could with the little strength he had left in him. “Die, you fucking Mexican! Die!”
Victor managed to sink his fingers into his left eye, inducing enough pain that Byron let go and rolled off to the side screaming. Victor climbed on him, sitting backwards, and grabbed his ball sack and tore it open. He pulled on his testicles, stretching the spermatic cords until they snapped in two, then he started twisting his penis until it tore from his body. Victor haltingly stood up and tossed the severed parts onto Byron’s chest. “There’s your antidote, you fucking cocksucker!”
Byron was in so much pain from the poison that he didn’t hesitate swallowing his own penis and testicles.
Kenneth was confused. He yelled at Vic
tor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid Mexican? Why did you give him that?”
Victor flipped him off with both hands. “Fuck you, ese! And fuck your juego, you negro pedazo de mierda!”
Kenneth was consumed by anger after Victor called him a black piece of shit. “You fucking bastard!” He strode up to Victor, pulled out a Glock 29, and shot him in the face.
Barry was excited. “I fucking won!”
Byron was sitting on the floor with his head down. Kenneth pointed the gun at him and blew his brains out. “No, you didn’t.”
“Bullshit! Byron was the last one alive!”
Kenneth nodded towards Roy. “He’s still breathing.”
Seth laughed. “Fucking A! I got me some teeth and an ear!”
Missy shook her head. “Ouch! That sucks for you Barry.”
Barry became irate. He glared at Kenneth with hate filled eyes. “Why in the fuck did you do that to Byron if you knew Roy was still alive? He could have easily taken him out!”
“The fucker already had his chance when he was choking him.”
“Fuck that! I didn’t lose!”
Kenneth laughed. “Fuck if you didn’t. Roy is still alive.”
Barry ran over to Roy. He started stomping on his head as he shouted, “This is fucking bullshit! You motherfuckers have fucked me for the last time!”
Seth stepped outside to get away from all the noise, followed by Kenneth, Wyatt and Missy. Seth looked at his watch, noticing it was almost 1 PM. “Damn! We spent too much time here. We need to get rollin’.” He focused on Wyatt. “When numbnuts gets through throwing his temper tantrum, y’all put the bodies in the freezer.”
“What about Jimmy? He’s still alive.”
“Toss his ass in there too.”
“Okay.” He went back into the building.
Kenneth pointed. “There’s a dumpster. Why don’t you just throw them in there?”
Seth lit a cigarette. “That’d be a waste.”
“Waste? What else are you planning on doing with them?”
“They’re my souvenirs.”
“Of course, they are.”
Sack Full of Heads
Kenneth was ready to go. “Where’re we heading next?”
“San Antonio.”
“Can I go ahead and get on the road?”
“We’re going to travel together.”
“I can save us time and start rounding up the scumbags.”
“No need. I hired some local guys to round them up. They’re already waiting for us in a barn. I also did the same thing for Houston.”
He was a little aggravated. “Was I not good enough to do it?”
“That’s not it. San Antonio and Houston are large cities and it would take too long to round up just a handful of scumbags. Anyway, the police could be on our trail by now and we can’t risk hanging around one area too long.”
“That makes sense, but you know I enjoy the hunt. The shit you do is boring.”
“I tell you what. We’ll do some hunting right after we stop in San Antonio.”
“Really? I thought you didn’t like killing animals.”
“Not four-legged animals.”
His eyes grew big. “Oh, cool! He thought for a moment. “There isn’t going to be any gay shit is there?”
“Nope.”
“Good. So, who are we going to hunt?”
“We’ll take some of the scumbags that we’re getting from San Antonio to a wooded area.”
Wyatt appeared outside and huffed up to Seth. “I need to move Roy to the RV, but Barry is still in there kicking the shit out of him.”
Seth laughed. “That fucker needs help.”
Kenneth shook his head. “And you don’t?”
Seth went into the building to check on Barry. He was still stomping on Roy’s head, disregarding that it was already flattened like a pancake with blood and brains strewn across the floor. Seth motioned to him. “Stop acting like a spoiled brat and let’s go.”
He was panting heavily and his shoes, socks and jeans were covered in blood. “I don’t owe you shit! You fuckers cheated!”
“I didn’t do shit.”
“Kenneth did! And where’s my two grand?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I would have won.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Kenneth killed his own player. Byron was the only one left standing, and he would have easily finished off Roy seeing as he was practically dead.”
“Not necessarily. Roy might have surprised us. But, we’ll never know now.”
“That’s bullshit!”
“We’ll come up with another tiebreaker later.”
“I don’t think so. I’m not betting with you cheating fucks anymore.”
Missy walked up to Barry. “Where’s my fifty bucks?”
He was confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Byron begged the most. I won the bet.”
“They all begged. How can you say he out-begged the others?”
“Because he’s the only one that got on his knees and begged like a bitch.” She held out her hand. “Now pay up.”
Barry continued throwing a fit. “Dammit! This is bullshit! I get fucked out of my winning bet, and now you think I should pay you?”
“You either come up with fifty bucks or one of your front teeth. Your choice, ass-wipe.”
“What’s the deal with you and Seth wanting fucking teeth? You fuckers are crazy!”
She pulled a pair of pliers from her pocket. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”
Barry high-tailed it into the RV, locking himself in the bathroom.
Missy banged and pounded on the door. “You better be in there pulling out a tooth!”
Ignoring her, he didn’t say a word.
“That’s fine. You’ll have to sleep sometime.” She sashayed to the front and sat in the passenger seat.
Seth drove the RV and the trucks were driven by Kenneth and Wyatt. Around 3 PM, they arrived in San Antonio. Seth took them to the east side where there was an old industrial complex. He pulled into a run-down, metal building and quickly closed the rollup door to hide their vehicles. Seth gathered everyone, except for Barry, still hiding from Missy in the bathroom. “I’ve owned this building for quite a while, so I know it’s safe. Y’all are going to stay here while I collect the scumbags, so if you need to rest, now’s the time. I paid some local guys to round them up, so all the hard, time consuming work has been done.”
Kenneth was concerned. “How do you know you can trust them?”
“I don’t. That’s why I’m going in alone.”
“That isn’t smart doing it by yourself. They could try something.”
Seth was wearing a black jacket that nobody recognized and it seemed abnormally bulky. “Exactly the reason I chose to change into this gear for the retrieval.” He held open one side of the jacket to show the thickness. “Between the layers, I’ve installed fifty, one-inch long nipples with end caps. They’re filled with buckshot and inserted all the way around my jacket; the nipples connected to high-pressure hoses.” He opened the other side, exposing a tank. “The hoses are connected to this CO2 tank with 4500 PSI.” He held out his hand, revealing a switch. “Pressing this will release the gas, which will in turn blast buckshot out of my jacket from all sides.”
Kenneth remained apprehensive. “That’s a dandy idea, MacGyver, but what if they ratted to the cops and you get busted.”
“I have someone on the inside watching for narcs, but I’m prepared for that too in the off-chance someone reported me, by lining my jacket with explosives.”
Missy was livid. “Why in the hell would you want to blow yourself to pieces?”
“Because I’m not going to prison.”
Kenneth wasn’t comfortable with the idea of Seth going alone. “I’m going with you.”
Wyatt nodded. “Me too.”
“Okay. One of you can go, but
only as a lookout. Whoever stays must keep an eye on Spanky. And if shit goes wrong, get Missy out of here.”
It just dawned of Kenneth that Barry wasn’t around anywhere. “Speaking of that fucker, where is he?”
“In the RV pouting.”
“Why isn’t he helping?”
“He’s in one of his moods.”
“That’s bullshit! Here we are risking our necks while yet again acting like a spoiled brat.” Kenneth yanked open the RV door and bellowed. “Spanky! Get your ass out here!”
No response emanated from the RV.
“If you don’t get out here, I’m coming in there to beat your ass!”
Barry came to the door, irate as hell. “What the fuck do you want?”
Kenneth saw that an upper incisor was missing and cackled loudly. “Nice grill. I take it Seth got a down payment?”
“Seth didn’t do this! And it’s not funny! Look what you bastards have done to me! How am I supposed to get women with only one eye and a missing front tooth?”
“I know, since you were such a chick magnet before.”
“Fuck you! You don’t know shit!”
Missy walked up. “Stop pouting like a baby.”
Kenneth observed that she had a new tooth earring. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yep.” She folded her earlobe forward. “I glued a stud to it.”
“Isn’t that crafty.”
“Fuck the both of you!” Barry slammed the door shut.
Kenneth announced his abruptly made decision to Seth. “I’m not staying here and babysitting the fucker.”
“You can go if you stay at a safe distance.”
“That’s fine.”
Seth handed Wyatt a firearm. “If you don’t hear from me before midnight, put a bullet in Spanky’s head, torch the RV, then get yourself and Missy out of town.”
Missy was worried. “Maybe you should skip this one. It sounds too risky.”
Wyatt didn’t want him to go either. “I think you should skip it too.”
Seth noticed it was 4 PM. “I don’t have time to debate it. We have to be at the meeting place way before it gets dark.” Seth opened the door to the Toyota. “Y’all don’t worry. I’ve been doing this kind of shit for a long time. If something doesn’t look right, I’ll abort it.”
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