George noticed Daniel wasn’t moving. “Oh fuck! Is he dead?”
“No. He passed out.”
George felt bad for Daniel. They had been friends since grade school. In the back of his mind, he assumed everything would turn out okay. In the end, Barry would get caught and go to prison, and even though they would have some scarring, they would be alive. The best-case scenario now was, Daniel would be crippled for the rest of his life, but that’s if he survived, and that thought angered him. Prison wasn’t an option for Barry now. He deserved to die a slow and painful death. He started thinking of the ways he could make him suffer.
Barry noticed George was smiling as he stared into space. “What the fuck are you doing?”
George looked at Barry. “What?”
“Stop daydreaming and see if your head will fit.”
Even though he was angry and wanted revenge, he knew if he refused, Barry would hurt him. His only chance at survival was to keep playing along, and if he made it out of this hellish nightmare, he’d dedicate his life to making Barry pay.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you keep zoning out?”
“Sorry.” George tried to stick his head into Daniel, but intestines were bulging out of the hole. “His guts are in the way.”
“Pull ‘em out.”
He pulled out about eight feet, then ripped them in two. This time he could get his head in, but quickly pulled it out. “I can’t breathe in there.”
Barry was happy that George was being so cooperative. He wasn’t used to anyone taking him serious. It made him feel as powerful as Seth for once. “Hold up. I have an idea.” He walked around the barn looking for something that would help George breathe. A few minutes later, he came back with a piece of three-eighths copper tubing. He squatted down next to Daniel and rolled him on his side. He stuck the tube into the end of his penis, down his urethra, then punctured his urethra where it turned upwards towards his prostate, allowing the tube to enter his abdominal cavity. He trimmed the end of the tubing even with his penis. “That should do it. Crawl on in there and find the end of the tubing. You can use it like a straw to breathe.”
“If I do it, will you promise not to kill me?”
“I promise I will kill you if you don’t.”
George was appalled by Barry’s vile and disturbing behavior. Never in his life had he witnessed someone so sadistic. He had to be mentally insane to do such things, he thought to himself. Only thing on his mind now was getting revenge, but what good would that do if Barry was going to kill him in the end. “I’m going to do it, but I beg you to let me go when this is over.”
“I’ve already told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Okay. But how long do I have to do it?”
“Until I say. And if you pull your head out before then, I’ll beat your ass with the sledgehammer.”
He took a deep breath, then worked his head into Daniel’s open cavity. He quickly found the copper tube and started breathing through it. Barry sat on him and tied his arms behind his back. He then took a needle-and-thread and started sewing Daniel’s loose skin that was hanging from his open wound to George’s neck. George was screaming through the pipe and lurching around in an attempt to free himself as Barry stitched them together. When he was done, he injected Daniel with Seth’s Party-Time, then sat resting on the truck’s tailgate and lit a cigarette. He was proud as he reflected upon his creation.
Suddenly, a light started shining through the boards from the outside. He took off running to wake Kenneth up. He beat on the window. “Get up! Someone is here!”
He rolled it down. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re going to break my glass!”
“Someone is here!”
“It’s Wyatt. I told him to meet us here.”
“Oh.”
“Get your shit loaded up. We need to head out.”
“Don’t you want to see what I did to them?”
“Not really.”
“Come on, man. You’ll like it.”
Kenneth got out. “Alright. Let’s see what the fuck you have going on out here.” When he walked to the rear of the truck, his expression changed from one of curiosity to disbelief. “What the fuck is this sick shit?”
Barry shrugged his shoulders. “What do you mean?”
He shook his head watching Jose suck his own penis. “You’re a sick fuck just like Seth.” He then noticed that George’s head disappeared inside Daniel. “What the hell?” He ambled over to them, picking out a strange noise from the quiet within the barn. “What is that sound?”
Barry, as a peacock displaying its tail feathers, pointed to Daniel’s penis. “George is breathing through Daniel’s dick.”
“What does that mean?”
“I put a tube through Daniel’s dick and George is using it like a snorkel. A penis snorkel.”
Wyatt came walking in. He immediately noticed the men, then turned with a scowl to Kenneth. “Dude! What the fuck? You’re always bitching at Seth for doing sick shit.”
“I had nothing to do with this. I was in the truck. This was all done by mini Seth.”
Barry smiled. He liked being referred to as mini Seth. “So, does this mean I did good?”
“I’m sure Seth would like it.” Kenneth looked at his watch. “It’s almost midnight. We need to get rollin’.” He focused on Barry. “You need to pick up your shit and do something with those monstrosities you created.”
“I’m on it.” Barry started loading George and Daniel into the back of the truck.
Kenneth yelled at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Taking them with us.”
“Bullshit! You need to leave them here.”
“That’s not happening. Seth gets to keep his trophies.”
“You’re not fucking Seth.”
“You called me mini Seth. Don’t flip flop now.”
“You’re not putting those nasty fuckers in my truck.”
“Fuck if I’m not.”
Wyatt intervened. “We don’t have time for this. You know he’s not going to back down. Just let him take ‘em.”
Kenneth gritted his teeth. “Fuck it! If you get any blood or shit in my truck, you’ll be cleaning it up.”
Barry was smiling as he loaded them up. When he was done, he started pulling Jose into the truck. Kenneth ran over to him. “Hold up! You’re not taking him. He has shit flowing out of him like a sewer pipe.”
“Don’t worry—I’ll clean it up.” He jumped out of the back of the truck, picked up Jose’s slab of flesh and tossed it towards the bed. It flew through the camper shell, slamming into the truck’s back window and left a bloody smear in its wake as it slid down the glass.
Kenneth was furious. “Dammit! Look what you did!”
Barry shut the lid. “Let’s go.” He got in the truck.
Kenneth grumped to Wyatt. “Let’s head out. Texarkana is about a five-hour drive.”
Possum Eating Shit
Seth and Missy arrived at his warehouse in Texarkana around 3 AM. They had picked up
Janna Johnson from Longview and Robert Haverland from Lufkin. He opened a set of double doors, then drove in and parked. He keyed up on the two-way radio. “K-Dog. You there?”
“Go ahead.”
“What’s your twenty?”
“Nacogdoches.”
“You’re about two-hours away. We just arrived.”
“Ten-four.”
Missy had been asleep in the passenger seat. She yawned as she sat up. “Are we already here?”
“Yeah, but you can keep resting. I’m going to get things set up before Kenneth arrives.”
“I’m fine. I want to help.”
Before Seth left the RV, he injected everyone with a tranquilizer to knock them unconscious, then he traipsed into the building and turned on just a few high-bay fixtures. As they slowly lit up the dark, Missy could see the inside of the building. It was cold, damp and had a musty odor. The walls were made of haydite bl
ocks and the different layers of paint were peeling off, leaving a rustic look. “What is this place?”
“It was originally a cotton gin in the early 1900s. After that, it was used for metal recycling. The surrounding twenty acres was used as a salvage yard, and it still has a lot of cool stuff left.”
“So, this is a junk yard?”
“Yep, just like Sanford and Son, but on steroids.”
“Why would you want something like this?”
“So I can have an endless supply of parts to build stuff.”
“That makes sense.”
Seth loaded some tools and parts on a cart, then pushed it to a wall. He mounted ten D-rings along the wall, spacing them three-feet apart and seven-feet high. He secured two short chains with wrist shackles on each of the rings. Missy and Seth used a cart to haul the sleazeballs from the RV to the wall. Seth held each scumbag against the wall as Missy shackled their wrists.
Around 5 AM, Kenneth and Wyatt drove up. Seth opened the overhead door for them so they could park inside. Seth peeked in the back of Missy’s truck, discerning a tarp was covered Mary Gomez. He flung it back. “Damn! This bitch is gross. She looks like the female version of Danny Trejo.”
Wyatt laughed. “Yeah. And heavy as fuck.”
“Drag her big ass over to the wall and hang her up next to Allen.”
“Which one is Allen?”
“The dickless dude that looks like he got into a fight with a hammer.”
Wyatt laughed. “Oh yeah, that fucker.”
“If you need help lifting her up, get Barry to help.”
“Will do.”
Seth walked up to Kenneth and Barry as they unloaded two men out of the truck. They were tied up and their heads were covered with tow sacks. “I can’t believe we were only able to get five convicts from Houston.”
Kenneth laughed. “And Barry wiped out three of them for you.”
Seth noticed one of the men had brown skin. “I take it that’s Gilbert Lopez?”
“Yep. He’s the one that killed the cop during a traffic stop. And the white dude is Billy Smith. He the arsonist that killed three people.”
Seth noticed all the merchandise in the bed. “Damn! Somebody went shopping.”
Kenneth was aggravated. “I need to talk to you about that. He put all this shit on my credit card. And most of it he bought for himself.”
Barry interrupted. “Who gives a fuck about that?” He couldn’t wait to show Seth what he had done to Jose, Daniel and George. “Check this shit out.” When he started pulling them out of the truck, he noticed Jose had died. “Dammit! I wanted you to see Jose suck his own dick.”
Seth could see Jose’s groin was missing. “What the hell did you do to him?”
Barry dug around in the back of the truck until he found the slab of flesh that he cut from him, bloodying his hands as he held it up. “I made a fag toy for him.”
Seth laughed. “That’s fuckin’ gnarly.”
“And check this out.” Barry dragged George and Daniel out of the truck and onto the concrete.
“That’s a first, even for me.”
Barry was smiling like a possum eating shit. “I knew you would like it.”
Seth noticed Daniel was dead, but George was still moving. “How is that fucker breathing?”
“I put a pipe in Daniel’s dick and George is using it like a snorkel.”
“You outdid yourself. Good job.”
Kenneth was shaking his head. “You two fuckers need help.”
Barry laughed. “You’re just jealous.”
Seth pointed at Gilbert and Billy. “Y’all go ahead and drag them over to the wall and hang them up with the others.”
“Will do.”
He looked at Barry. “Some of the scumbags are starting to wake up. Before they get unruly, strip down the ones that are still dressed. Then I want you to show them your creations and let them know this is the kind of shit we like to do.”
“I can do that.” He was excited as he dragged George and Daniel away.
While Kenneth, Wyatt and Barry were doing their tasks, Seth took the opportunity to verify everyone’s identity. They were all supposed to be murderers that had been released on early parole. The group that Seth and Missy had hung on the wall already had been tattooed with their names and committed crimes, but he wanted to double check it.
Missy was holding the folder with everyone’s picture and information. Hanging from left to right there was:
Janna Johnson from Longview. She had thrown her newborn baby in a dumpster. She was thin, redheaded and in her mid-twenties. She was the youngest of the group.
Robert Haverland from Lufkin. He shot a couple during a carjacking. He was thirty-three, had a mullet and a beard. He looked like he was straight from the eighties.
Humberto Gonzalez from Rocksprings. He stabbed a woman to death when he tried to steal her purse and she fought back. He was short and stocky, had a bald head, goatee and covered in tattoos. He looked like a gangbanger.
Rachel Montgomery from San Antonio. She had drowned two of her kids. She had dirty-blonde hair, big breasts and was of average build.
Cecil Stewart from San Antonio. He stabbed his wife to death and tried to blame it on an intruder. He was in his late sixties and the oldest of the group. He was skinny and had long shaggy hair and a long, gray beard.
Johnny Mathews from Austin. A drug addict that stabbed a woman to death when he broke into her house. He was skinny, filthy, had unkempt hair and his face was covered in scars. He looked homeless.
Allen Bailey from Austin. He was the winner of the boxing match. He had beat his girlfriend to death. He was thirty-two, six-five and muscular. His face and head were still bruised and bloody from the match, and his severed penis was still hanging from his neck.
Mary Gomez from Brownsville. She stabbed her two young kids to death. She was short and overweight. Her skin was dark and rough with a lot of scarring, and she had long, thick black hair.
Gilbert Lopez from Houston. Shot a police officer during a traffic stop. He was in his late twenties, average height, thin build and covered in tattoos.
Billy Smith from Houston. Drug addict. Burned down a house, killing three people. He had blonde, shaggy hair and a chubby face. He looked like Jeff Daniels in the movie Dumb and Dumber.
Kenneth walked up to Seth and Missy. He looked at all the people hanging by their wrists. “Looks like y’all are fixing to have fun.”
Seth laughed. “Yeah, it’s a vigilante’s wet dream.” He nodded towards Kenneth’s truck. “How much did Spanky spend on all that shit?”
“The little bastard won’t tell me.”
Seth handed him some money. “Here’s three grand.”
He stuck it in his pocket. “You gonna beat his ass?
“Naw. I’m not worried about it.”
“So, what are you going to do to these assholes?”
“My plans have changed. I just received a text with the address where Richard, Steve and Jessie are hiding.”
“Who are they?”
“The men that murdered Bill’s wife and daughter. They’re the reason why we’re doing this.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Missy and I are going to head to Amarillo before they disappear.”
He pointed to the people on the wall. “What about them?”
“Y’all can fuck ‘em up.”
“Fuck that. Let me go to Amarillo. You can stay here.”
“Richard and his buddies are priority over everything else.”
“I can handle it.”
Seth pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Kenneth. “That’s the address. And you need to take Wyatt and Barry with you. These fuckers are going to be armed and more than willing to kill since they’re on the run.”
“Barry might get in the way.”
“And he might also get between you and a bullet.”
Kenneth laughed. “A human shield. I didn’t think of that.”
Seth looked at him. “Yeah. I need you to take a bullet for Kenneth if it comes to it.”
His eyes grew with excitement. “Do we have another mission?”
“Yeah, you have another assignment. Highest priority. And I need you to be on your best game.”
“When are we leaving?”
“Now.”
“Is Wyatt goin’?”
“Yep.”
Barry started to take off, but paused. “What vehicle are we taking?”
“Kenneth is taking his truck, and I need either you or Wyatt to take the Toyota.”
He ran towards Kenneth’s truck, and as he passed by Wyatt, he slapped his ballcap off as he yelled, “Shotgun!”
Wyatt walked up to Seth. “What’s going on?”
He handed him the keys to the Toyota. “Y’all are heading to Amarillo to pick up Richard and his two buddies. I need you to drive the Toyota as a backup.”
“Alright.” He headed for the RV to unload it.
Kenneth looked at Seth. “I guess we’ll see you later.”
“Missy and I will head that way when we’re done here.” Seth opened the door to let Kenneth and Wyatt pass.
Death Certificate
After Kenneth and Wyatt drove off, Seth and Missy went over to the group of people hanging on the wall. He handed her a vile and syringe. “Give the ones that are still unconscious a half CC of epinephrine. If they don’t wake up in a few minutes, give them another dose.”
As she injected them, Seth pulled the RV closer, then opened the rear door. He set up a table and chair, a raffle-ticket drum and a medieval-style pillory in front of the delinquents hanging from the wall.
Missy sauntered over to find Seth filling out some forms at the table. “Only four of them were unconscious. But for some reason, the others aren’t saying anything.”
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