Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

  Wade got out, gun in hand, as Emma and Susie followed him up the driveway. Emma was scared and excited at the same time. Susie was just scared - naked and terrified to be exact. As they approached the front door, Wade stopped.

  “Okay, Susie. You knock on the door and act frightened. Tell whoever answers that someone is after you. Now.”

  Susie pounded on the door and waited. She didn’t have to act frightened though; she was truly terrified. Wade and Emma stood off to the side, out of sight, as the front door opened. Susie pleaded for help from whoever answered.

  “Please, help me!” she pleaded, and the screen door opened. “He’s got a gun,” she said as she ran inside. A man who had to be Adam Robins stuck his head outside only to find Wade’s gun in his face, as both he and Emma forced their way into the house.

  “I...I don’t want any problems,” Adam mumbled, with his hands raised. “Please, please. I have a family.”

  “Shut up. Shut up right fucking now, or I’ll shoot you and your whole fucking family.”

  “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Please. Oh, God, please.” Adam started crying, and held his hands out in front of him as Wade noticed his family all sitting at the dinner table. They were in shock, afraid to move.

  “Emma.”

  “Yes, babe.”

  “Go find that little cunt. She’s somewhere in this house. I’ll keep Mr. Robins and his wife and kids entertained 'til you get back.”

  “Okay. What do you want me to do with her?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you do with her. Kill her for all I care, just fucking find her.”

  Emma headed off into the house to look for Susie, happy to be away from whatever madness was about to take place.. As Emma disappeared, Wade gathered the family into the living room. After a short interrogation, he discovered that Adam has a wife named Cheryl, and two kids, Timothy and Rebecca. Wade approached Rebecca and held the gun to her head.

  “Tell me, sweetheart, how old are you?”

  Rebecca sat on the couch trembling. “Seventeen,” she whispered.

  Wade didn't hear the terrified teenager and pressed the gun to her forehead. “Speak up,” he growled.

  Unable to control her emotions, Rebecca screamed, “I'm seventeen!”

  Satisfied, Wade moved over to Timothy. “And you?”

  “I'm ten,” Timothy said with an air of confidence and fearlessness. Wade already liked the boy. He wasn't cowering like the rest of the family, and when he spoke, he looked Wade right in the eyes. As he moved away, Wade made a mental note to get to know Timothy a little better.

  The two kids sat on the couch while Adam and Cheryl sat in recliners, on either side. They were all circled around a coffee table in which Wade stood on the other side of with his gun, ready to address them.

  “So, Adam? Do you know why we’re here?”

  “Of course I don’t know. How do you know my name? What do you want with us?”

  “Well, I know all your names now. But I knew you ahead of time, Adam. You don’t recognize my girlfriend, Emma?”

  “No. I don’t know her, I swear. I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

  Adam was sweating profusely, glancing at his wife and kids, wishing he could protect them somehow. There was nothing he could do as Wade pointed the gun at him again.

  “Maybe this will refresh your memory. You said, and I quote, 'The sex was clunky and awkward, the action predictable and boring.' Does that ring a bell? Don't you recognize her from her author page?”

  Adam looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Emma? That Emma? That’s her? The author?”

  “That’s her. That’s my baby, and you upset her. So now I’m here to upset you, Mr. Robins. You and your perfect little family.”

  Wade was interrupted as Emma and Susie reappeared on the scene. Emma was holding the girl by the hair, and Susie’s nose was bleeding. She looked like she'd just had the shit kicked out of her. Emma was smiling as they entered the room. “Here she is, babe. I found the little bitch hiding in one of the bedrooms. She was trying to call the cops.”

  “Good job, Emma. Susie, get your ass over here.” Wade commanded, as Susie moved and stood next to him, awaiting her orders.

  “We’re going to play a game, Adam. You and your wife are going to be the players, and when this game is over, one of you will have to make a very important decision.”

  “What kind of game?” Adam asked.

  “My kind of game,” Wade smiled. “I’m going to need you and your lovely wife to take your clothes off. Sorry, kids, but you’re about to see Mommy and Daddy in a whole different light.”

  “I’ll do no such thing,” Cheryl informed him. Her face was stoic, but her tone proved her fear.

  Wade pointed the gun at Mrs. Robins. “Oh, you will, or I’ll shoot you and your fucking kids, you uppity bitch. Do you understand me?”

  “Honey, just do what he says,” Adam told his wife as he removed his pants and shirt.

  “There we go, that’s the spirit,” Wade replied, as Cheryl joined her husband, undressing in front of her children. Eventually they were both completely nude, standing there, staring at Wade. Cheryl and her daughter were both sobbing.

  “Here’s the deal. Susie here, is gonna suck your dick, Adam. And my girlfriend Emma is gonna eat your pussy, Cheryl. Everybody get in position.”

  “Uh, what?” Emma asked her boyfriend.

  “What? You liked it the last time. Just do it. It's all a part of the game.”

  “You sick mother fucker!” Adam raged. “I swear I’m gonna kill you when this is over.” He took a step toward Wade who instantly raised the gun. Adam halted his attack, looking defeated.

  Wade laughed, as he pointed the gun at Adam. “You’ll be lucky if any of you are alive when this is over. Now, sit down, bitch.”

  Adam listened as he took his place in the recliner. Cheryl remained standing, crying along with her daughter. The boy, Timothy, seemed emotionless, and Wade took note of this as he approached Cheryl. “Lay down and spread your legs.” He pointed the gun right in her face, forcing her to the floor.

  “Okay, it looks like we’re finally ready. Susie, get over there and start sucking. Emma, my darling, start eating. Adam wants realistic sex, that's what he's about to get.”

  Susie and Emma both reluctantly did as they were told. Timothy and Rebecca tried not to watch from the couch, as some random naked woman sucked their father off, and some maniac’s girlfriend ate their mom’s pussy. Wade could barely control himself; he wanted to join in, his dick growing hard in his pants, but he had a mission. This was a game and it had to be played out.

  “By the way, whoever cums first loses. That’s the game.”

  “What? What do you mean?” Adam asked, as Susie took him in and out of her mouth. Before Wade had a chance to answer though, Cheryl was crying out as she bucked against Emma’s face.

  “Looks like you win, Adam.” Wade laughed, as Susie continued sucking the stranger off. She was afraid not to.

  “Cheryl is going to have to make an important decision. Which one of your kids is going to die?”

  Adam came in Susie’s mouth as he looked at his wife. She was still laying on the floor, breathing deeply, looking more satisfied than he’d ever seen her before.

  “Fuck you,” she replied, breathlessly. “I’ll never choose. You'll have to fucking kill me.”

  “Oh, you’re gonna pick, or I’ll kill all of you. I'll start with your kids, making you watch me shoot each one in the head, then your precious husband, and finally...you.” Wade informed her.

  “Kill her. She’s a slut,” Timothy finally spoke, pointing to his sister.

  “You know what, I like you, Timothy. We need to have a talk later. For now, I think it’s time for me to prove to you that I’m not fucking around. Susie, come here.”

  Susie hesitated before walking over to Wade and facing him.

  “Turn around, and get on your knees.” He ordered. Susie stared at him and looked at the gun. />
  “Now!” Wade roared, his impatience getting the better of him.

  Susie started to cry, but did as she was told, and Wade put the gun to the back of her head.

  “Good night, Susie Q. It's been fun.” Wade shot her, execution style, as Cheryl cried out and Rebecca screamed. Emma caught herself smiling, happy that her boyfriend’s new plaything was finally out of the picture. She couldn't stop staring at the blood, bone and brain matter scattered all over the floor.

  “What do you think now, Cheryl. You ready to decide yet?”

  “Fuck you,” Cheryl spat.

  “Okay, then, it looks like we’re going with Timmy’s opinion, but not just yet. Here’s what we’re gonna do, Adam. You're going to help me with a little experiment. You think the action and violence in my girlfriend's books are predictable and boring? Let's add a little realism, shall we? Stand up.”

  Adam did as he was told, realizing he was still naked. He moved his hands to cover himself.

  Wade laughed. “Yeah, if my dick was that small, I'd try to hide it too.” He walked over to the naked man, grabbing him by the arm. “Walk with me to the kitchen.” He dragged Adam through the living room and into the dining room where he noticed four plates, filled with food, sitting on the table. Apparently, the family had just sat down to dinner when their meal was suddenly cut short. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans adorned each plate.

  Wade pushed Adam to the floor when the two reached the kitchen. “Find me some duct tape.”

  Adam tried to buy some time. He needed to come up with a plan before the crazy man standing over him had a chance to render him immobile.

  “We...I...there is no duct tape. I don't use it.”

  Wade thought about this for a minute before screaming, “Everyone has fucking duct tape!” With the gun still trained on his hostage, Wade began angrily rummaging through cabinets and drawers. When he opened the cabinet above the stove, he found something that made him forget all about the duct tape, at least temporarily.

  “Crown Royal, you have good taste, my man.” Wade unscrewed the cap and took a long drink from the bottle, enjoying the burning sensation as it traveled from his mouth to his stomach. Since he hadn't eaten that day, it only took a few swigs for him to start to feel a buzz. He drank more and more, still keeping the gun pointed at Adam, until his body was numb, and he was sufficiently drunk.

  Smiling, he said, “Now, about that duct tape.”

  ***

  Journal Entry 37

  Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, or any more weird, they sure as hell did. When we pulled up to the reviewer's house, Wade didn't let Susie get dressed, and I was certain he just wanted to stare at her heart-shaped ass as she walked in front of him. As it turns out, he wanted her to appear scared and intimidated, and it worked. Adam, the reviewer, let the frightened girl in without hesitation, and Wade and I followed closely behind.

  Once we got in the front door, Susie disappeared. Wade sent me to find her, and although I didn't know what I was supposed to do with her, I went in search of the girl who I was really beginning to hate. Eventually I found her hidden away in the corner of a bedroom upstairs, at the end of the hall. She had a cell phone in her hand, but thankfully for us, her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't dial nine-one-one. At the moment I saw her there, naked and crouched in the corner, I saw red. All I could picture was her kissing Wade, my fucking boyfriend. All I could see was his head thrown back as she sucked his dick. How he hadn't touched me since she came along.

  Little bitch.

  Before I could stop myself, I ran over to the corner and pulled her up by her hair, and as she stood, she dropped the phone. She started to struggle, so I used the heel of my hand and rammed it into her perky little nose. Blood flowed from her face and tears rolled down her cheeks. That shut her up, and whatever fight she had left quickly drained away.

  We walked back down the stairs and I pushed her into the living room. That's when things got really weird, and for the first time since this whole ordeal began, I really began questioning Wade's sanity.

  Sure, I enjoyed my first experience with a woman, but it was my choice to partake in that activity. When Wade forced me to orally rape the reviewer's wife, I wasn't happy. After we finished and he took Adam into the kitchen, things took a turn for the worse.

  Wade forced a naked Adam into the kitchen to get a roll of duct tape, presumably to tie up the family. He began throwing things out of the cabinets and stopped when he found a bottle of Crown, one of his favorite beverages. He downed the half-full bottle in less time than I thought possible, and before long, he was slurring his words and becoming more violent by the minute.

  I didn't have to leave the living room to see what was going on since the home had an open floor plan. Wade had Adam naked, on the floor until he finally found the duct tape. Once he had it, he told Adam to stand. Adam reluctantly did as he was told, and once standing, Wade grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him over to the counter next to the stove.

  “I thought you said you didn't have any duct tape? Did you think lying to me was a great idea?” Wade was smiling as he spoke, and the look on his face gave me chills.

  To Adam's credit, he looked Wade in the eyes, not wanting to appear weak as Wade took the other man's right hand and plunged it into the deep fryer used to make the family's fried chicken. Adam hissed at first, struggling away from Wade's strong grip, then the screams started. Wade laughed as Adam screamed, and when he finally pulled the hand out of the oil, the skin was bright red, swollen, and covered in blisters.

  Wade growled over the screams, “Lie to me again and I'll stick your fucking face in there. Then I'll carve it off and feed it to your family. After all, since we interrupted your dinner, they must be starving.”

  Carrying the roll of black duct tape and dragging Adam along by his burnt wrist, the two made their way back into the living room. Wade pushed Adam back down into the recliner and ordered me to tape up his hands and feet. When I hesitated, Wade screamed.

  “Do I need to repeat myself? Do it!”

  I sprang into action, not wanting to anger him. It was one thing to have him angry at others, but the thought of him taking it out on me was something I couldn't handle. I taped up Adam's hands and feet and placed a strip across his mouth, then moved over to secure the rest of the family. As I reached the boy, Wade spoke up.

  “Leave him alone.”

  I stared at him, wondering what he had planned for Timothy. The boy looked up at me and although he was putting up a brave front, I could see fear in his eyes. Wade ignored us and turned back to Adam before speaking.

  “Violence in stories is a tricky thing, isn't it, Adam? Writers have to do a lot of research to get it just right, and although you're not a writer, you seem to think you know best. It would be different if you knew what the fuck you were talking about, but you don't. You don't know how much research Emma puts into her books. You don't know the hours she spends writing to get every detail perfect. You don't know how bad reviews like yours ruin her day. You probably don't even care, do you?”

  Adam sat in the recliner, staring at Wade. With his mouth taped, he couldn't respond, but that didn't keep him from trying. He grunted and squealed as he unsuccessfully tried breaking out of his bonds.

  “You're Mr. Know-it-all, aren't you, Adam?” Wade stared at the bound man, as if waiting for a response. “All you reviewers are the same. You think you can come in and criticize a person's work. You think you can suggest changes to a story a writer puts her heart and soul into. Let me tell you something, you don't know shit.”

  Wade raised the gun and shot Adam between the eyes. The man died with his eyes open, staring at his murderer. “How that for realistic violence, mother fucker? I guess you've written your final review.”

  I couldn't help it. I screamed when Wade shot the man and for a moment, I actually hoped someone would hear the gunshot and call the police. With the houses spread so far a
part, I thought that was an unlikely scenario, but he was scaring me now. He had to be stopped before anyone else died. Adam did nothing wrong. He left his honest opinion about my books and lost his life because of it. Wade had to be stopped, but I felt powerless to be the one to do it. Despite everything, I thought I still loved him, and I knew the drugs and alcohol were to blame for his behavior.

  After shooting Adam in the head, Wade walked back into the kitchen. A few seconds later, he came back to the living room carrying a chef's knife in one hand and the gun in the other. I thought he was going to cut the tape off the two women in the room, but he had other ideas.

  “Timothy, come here.”

  The boy sat rooted to his spot on the couch. He was staring at his dead father with a smirk on his face.

  “I said come here, boy. Don't make me tell you again.”

  Timothy got up and walked across the room to where Wade stood. Wade laid the gun down on the coffee table in front of him and handed the boy the knife.

  “You said your sister was a slut, right?”

  Timothy didn't answer and refused to take the knife. Instead, he stared at Wade with a look of apprehension, but there was also something in his eyes I couldn't identify. Excitement, maybe? I certainly didn't like the look on Wade's face and had no idea what he had in mind.

  “Take the fucking knife, and stand beside your goddamn sister.”

  Timothy took the knife and stood next to Rebecca. She looked up at him, the terror and pleading evident in her eyes, as her little brother stared down at her. I don't think any of us could tell what he was thinking. His eyes kept their look of fear and excitement. Wade watched with a smile on his face.

  “What...what am I supposed to do?” Timothy was trembling as he spoke.

  “What do you wanna do? You think she's a slut, so obviously, you should do something to fix that, don't you agree?”