“It’s so good Pete!”
Peter grabbed Maddie’s leg and pushed them back, Maddie pulled her legs back as far as far as she could as Peter power fucked her.
“Don’t cum in me ok, I don’t want Sophie cleaning that up.”
Peter laughed as he continued thrusting. “Ok,”
“I’m cumming baby,” Maddie moaned.
Maddie stopped rubbing as her body was wracked with pleasure as she came hard.
Peter pulled his cock out and sprayed her belly with his cum.
“That was so good baby,” Maddie said as she wiped cum from her breast and put it in her mouth. “You taste so sweet.”
Chapter 18
Peter had never gone to the local hospital, so he had no idea that it was connected to Yale.
“They won’t give us a dialysis machine and they said even if they could we wouldn’t know how to use it,” Peter told the group that he had assembled in the teacher’s lounge.
“And how do you know this bit of information?” Mr. Griffin asked.
“I can talk to my brother through the satellite, and he can get a hold of the hospitals and stuff. Yale has fortified itself against any attacks,” he explained.
“Is your brother coming to rescue us?” Mr. Griffin asked.
“No, not right now. New York has its own problems. He asked me if we could wait and I said yes. He said it’s bad there. So we’re on our own.”
“So now what do you have planned?” Jack asked him.
“Well, I was going to ask you that same question, any ideas?”
“Maybe another hospital?”
“No, my brother told me that all the survivors have assembled at Yale. The doctors razed the clinics and everything’s at the Yale-New Haven hospital,” Peter explained.
“I doubt if they can’t get to it, how can we?” Lee asked.
“Well, we certainly can’t make them give it to us,” Mr. Griffin said. “I’m afraid unless we all try to make it to Yale.”
“Why can’t we make them give to us?” Peter asked. He was slowly growing more agitated.
Peter felt Yale was being totally unreasonable. He was the one that was willing to risk his life to go there and get the damn machine, but they said no. That they had too many people that needed it more than Maddie, and their people were closer. His brother told him not to do anything stupid, that Yale was too well guarded. But that thought was slowly creeping into his mind.
“Because that’s not how civilized people work. I regret this as much as you do, but we are far from them and them from us. It’s not like we can even move her. This is regrettable, but their toys, their rules, Mr. Nelson,” Mr. Griffin informed him.
“I’m not letting Maddie die!” Peter said and slammed his fists on the table.
Some of the girls winced.
“Mr. Nelson, if you can’t control yourself and you want to act like a beast I’d please ask for you to leave,” Mr. Griffin said.
Peter closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
“I’m sorry, but we’re here for ideas on how to save Maddie and it seems like you’ve just accepted her death as inevitable, which is not acceptable!”
“What is acceptable and what is not, is not really in your realm I’m afraid. I’m in charge here and I’m certainly not going to let you take a group of my students through a town crawling with monsters to a campus that does not want you there. If Madison, God forbid, succumbs to her illness, although unfortunate, certainly is not out of the natural order of this new world we find ourselves in.”
“Are you fucking stupid? We’re talking about someone dying here.”
“And how many would you kill if need be, to save her? How many of your fellow students would you sacrifice?”
“All of them!” Peter yelled and slammed his fist on the table again.
“You listen to me!” Mr. Griffin said, standing up, pointing a finger at him, “I will only say this once more, I am in charge here and if you have a problem with that, then you can see if the wilderness affords you more cordiality than this school’s rules! And watch your damn language!”
Peter’s chair went flying with the force of him standing up again. “You old bastard…”
Olivia was close and she grabbed his hand.
“Peter, no,” she said, shaking her head.
“Get out of here you little bastard. You’re not helping things here, people are dying here and suffering and you want to act like a little soldier boy,” Mr. Griffin said.
“Come on,” Olivia said and pulled on his hand.
He looked around the room. Mouths agape, wide eyes… People were shocked by this, the first shots in the inevitable power struggle.
He left the room with Olivia and then immediately regretted it. He realized he kind of screwed up. He just put Mr. Griffin firmly in charge now.
“Why did you pull me out?” He asked Olivia.
He pulled his hand from her.
“What are you doing, losing your temper like that?” She asked.
“You know what I want! That bastard’s going to ruin everything!”
“Peter!” she said and grabbed both his hands again and looked at him, “I want you in charge and so does everyone else, you and Maddie need to be in charge, we all know that! And we want Maddie to live. But if you make decisions and then act like an ape, people aren’t going to respect you,” she explained.
Lee joined them.
“Are you alright?” he asked him briefly looking at Olivia holding Peter’s hands. Peter pulled his hands away.
“Sorry,” he said shaking his head.
“No need to apologize,” Lee replied grabbing his shoulders, “You can’t let him get to you like that though.”
“I know, we were just talking about that.”
“Okay, we all knew he was going to subvert your status any way he could, and make our little ruling elite disappear right? Even if it costs Maddie her life he just wants to make an example out of you and you can’t let him!” Olivia explained.
“You think he’d do that?” He asked.
“I don’t have a doubt. And I sincerely regret that so many of our teachers got killed, because now he thinks that he’s the sole authority. He’s that kind of person, that’s why he wanted to be a teacher, he doesn’t care about minds, he just wants to lord over someone. He was probably abused as a child. But don’t make a mistake about this, he would sacrifice Maddie for power,” Olivia said.
Ms. Holloway walked out. She looked at them.
“Peter,” she said softly. “These are confusing times, but we can’t lose ourselves.”
“I understand that, but I can’t let Maddie die. She’s everything to me. You’d feel the same way if you were in my situation,” he explained to her.
“I’ll talk to you later; I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” she said and hugged him.
“I’ll be fine,” he said a little more sharply than he intended.
She walked back into the lounge.
“Peter, don`t be fooled by her, she’s just as bad,” Olivia said watching Ms. Holloway walk back into the lounge.
“She’s not so bad,” Lee argued.
“Yeah, why’s she in there with him then and not out here with us?” Olivia countered.
Lee pulled out a slip.
“I was thinking about this since this morning. I got it in the mail and, well things went down and I didn’t think anything of it. But it’s from my dad,” Lee said.
Peter grabbed the slip, it was a parcel notice.
“And?”
“My father had a couple cases of weapons accidently sent to me, he said it was just rifles and munitions, but it was a worst case scenario.”
“Seriously?” Peter asked and handed the slip to Olivia, “Why on earth would he send you weapons? And how on earth would they get cleared? How do you cover something like that up?”
“I don’t think the authorities have been exactly worried about checking things too well late
ly you know. At worse, if this all blew over they’d send them back to my father’s base.”
“Okay, so say he did.”
“Before I had no idea how we were going to get the machine, but now if we get to the parcel depot or wherever they are, we can get the weapons and storm Yale.”
“If he sent weapons,” Olivia added.
“He did. We can get the machine by force if necessary. If you’re up to it,” Lee said.
“Of course I am,” Peter replied. “And then eventually we can move against the town and start securing it.”
“If we don’t make too many enemies at Yale,” Olivia said.
“If we have the guns, we have the friends,” Lee said.
“This is great. Now we just have to get that old bastard off of our case,” Peter said.
“Well we do have guns now,” Olivia said.
“That’s true!” He smiled. “We can save the town!”
“That’s more like it!” Lee said and shook his shoulder.
“Feeling better?” Olivia asked looking him in the eyes.
“Yes, thanks.”
Sophie ran down the hall towards us.
“Peter, come quick!”
His stomach knotted tightly again and fear coursed through his body. He followed Sophie.
Chapter 19
It was too late for discussions… for plans… for Maddie. Maddie was throwing up when Peter reached her room. He held her until Jack showed up. Soon a crowd was outside her room including Mr. Griffin. Jack shook his head at him, indicating him not to push his luck.
“But if we get the machine?” Peter said pleading.
“It’s too late for that. We didn’t know how fast the bacteria would work, the dialysis machine was just wishful thinking,” Jack explained.
Tears were flowing from Peter’s eyes far easier than he thought possible.
“Peter, don’t worry. It’ll be okay,” Maddie said so weakly. Every movement was now such a strain, every word a battle, “But I don’t want to die in bed.”
“You can’t move her!” Mr. Griffin said.
Peter felt like there was a massive weight on him, he got up and headed towards Mr. Griffin.
“Peter… Sophie stop him,” Maddie urged.
Peter grabbed Mr. Griffin’s collar and pushed him to the door, the crowd moved out of the way.
“I’m not going to beat the crap out of you right here, right now, because of Maddie. But you don’t tell me what I can and can’t do with Maddie. I regret listening to you in the first place.”
“And maybe had you acted sooner, she’d still have a chance Mr. Nelson,” Mr. Griffin said, clearly shocked at being manhandled and spoken to in such a manner.
“Get out,” Peter growled and pushed him out of the room.
“We will discuss…”
“Get him out of here, or else I will break his weasely neck.
Lee grabbed Mr. Griffin. Mr. Griffin tore his arm away.
“This is not over,” Mr. Griffin said and walked away.
Lee and Sophie ushered people out.
“Let’s go outside,” Maddie said to Peter.
Peter looked over at Jack. He nodded and grabbed his arm. “I know she’s in pain. We don’t have anything stronger.”
“I’ve been giving her her weed and some coke,” Sophie said.
Peter nodded. As much as he hated drugs, she was going to die, and it would help her.
He picked Maddie up and wrapped her in sheets. She wrapped her arms around him, snuggling into his neck.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
***
They walked outside. There was a spot on the cliff that the kids and classes would gather to look over the gulf and they sat there. No one said anything all night, they just huddled together with a small fire. Occasionally someone would get a drink or go to the washroom. Sophie lit a joint and gave Maddie a few puffs of it.
Maddie would drift in and out of consciousness. Peter held Maddie’s weak body. She looked peaceful, he momentarily thought she was dead. He shook her gently, trying to wake out of his own sleep.
“Maddie?” his words trembled.
“Not yet,” she smiled.
She opened her weak eyes and looked past him at the dark disc in the sky that was once the sun.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Everyone was asleep except for Sophie who walked over and knelt at Maddie’s side.
“I’m not afraid,” Maddie murmured.
“I know you’re not, but what about the rest of us?” Sophie asked.
Maddie reached out and Sophie took her hand.
“You can be strong, you’re not trapped by society anymore Sophie, you can be the real you, not the girl they manufactured you to be,” Maddie looked at Peter, “But keep him out of trouble. Look after him, he’ll need you.”
Sophie nodded, accepting her best friend’s request.
“It’s not fair,” Peter said, his throat agonizingly dry.
“I’ve been thinking about genesis lately. Have you read it?” she asked him.
He shook his head, not wanting to hear more of this crap.
“God told Adam and Eve that they could eat almost any of the fruit, but they couldn’t eat the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden. It’s amazing how much it parallels us, we were ‘monkeys’, uninformed, we didn’t know of death or of God, so we ate the fruit and we became conscious and we realized that we could die, we learned of good and evil. So we lost paradise forever, but ‘evolved’ and became human and had free will.
I want to tell you a story though. There were three little demons and they were all looking for ways to better corrupt the earth and Satan came to them and asked them what their ideas were. The first said; “We’ll tell the people there’s no God.” Satan shook his head and replied “No! Everyone knows there’s a God.” Satan turned to the second demon. He said, “We’ll tell them that they can party and corrupt themselves all they want with no implications. Satan shook his head a second time…” Maddie took in a deep breath trying to finish, she closed her eyes and smiled. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Satan said no to this as well. “We’ve been doing that for as long as I can remember,” Satan said and shook his head disappointed by the answers. Satan turned to the third demon. “And what is your idea?” Satan asked the smiling demon. “Simple… we’ll tell them they have time.” Maddie closed her eyes.
“I don’t like your story,” Sophie said and burst out crying, holding her best friend.
There seemed to be a slip of reality, like Peter was just watching the scene. Maddie’s chest stopped moving, and he went numb. Knowing he could either cry out or accept her death. But there was no dignity for the living in death was there?
END PART ONE.
The Creeping Darkness:
Episode 2:
Full Dark
BY
QUINN GREYSON
Chapter 1
Peter buried Maddie where she died. Digging her grave was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Lee said he’d do it, but Peter knew it was his job and duty. He hadn’t attended many funerals, but this one was easily the hardest. Everything was hard. She was gone and he was alone.
Peter found himself wondering if Sophie felt this was about Alessandro. It was too easy to fall into the trap of wondering if his pain was unique in this harsh and barren world he suddenly found himself in. He wondered if anyone anywhere, anytime felt as much pain as he did. Olivia held his hand during the funeral. Everyone offered their words of encouragement, but he didn’t hear them or listen to them. It was so senseless.
All of it.
Why did she have to die? It wasn’t fair. Anyone else maybe. But not her. She had so much to offer. She would have made the world a better place. Now it’s all the scum and bums being left here. What kind of world is left if we don’t have people like Madison Parker Williams in it?
Not a good one. Not one that He wanted to live in.
***
After the funeral He went back to his small room and ran a bath.
If Mr. Griffin wanted his school so bad he could have it.
If Yale didn’t want to share their machines and medicine they could have it.
If the bugs wanted the earth so bad they could have it.
If the space cloud wanted the sun so bad it could have it too.
Peter sat in the steaming bath. A six inch knife sat on the edge of the tub. He wasn’t too sure what He was going to do. Nothing interested him, and he was fairly certain nothing ever would. Whatever forces that conspired to ruin him had won, he was defeated and he was ready to concede.
But he drifted off before he could give up too much. In his dreaming state he saw the sun like it was the first time. It was glorious. It rained down its golden rays like the fiercest spring storm.
He and Maddie stood on the cliffs drinking it all in. This was what was real. Not the fake living world. This is where he wanted to be, where he needed to be.
They jumped off the cliff into the sparkling blue heaven and warm waters. They were underwater and her smile warmed him. The water started to fill his lungs…
He was drowning! He woke up submerged in his bathwater. He quickly jumped to his feet, letting the water rinse off him. He stood as a pitiful reminder of the human condition.
A knock at his door pulled him from his stupor. He sat at the edge of his tub, dizzy, contemplating opening the door, hoping the world would just go away. The knocking didn’t subside. He looked around at the grey tinged room. It was suppose to be day, but it wasn’t really, not anymore. Just dull and dead.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened his door.
“Hi,” Olivia said, looking at him with all the pity in the world. Is this the way it was going to be now, people would always look at him with pity, not fear or respect, just pity, for the pitiful.
“What?”
“Can we go for a walk?” she asked. “You could use some fresh air.”
He nodded weakly, everything ached on him. He was so useless. He let her in.
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