The Complete Creeping Darkness

by Greyson, Quinn

  She sat opposite Peter and grabbed his limp penis with both hands and started jerking it slowly under the water.

  Peter wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close and kissed her.

  Peter reached and ran his hand down her breasts to her pubes and caressed her fine hairs and pulled at them.

  “You haven’t shaved for awhile.”

  “Been busy,” she smiled.

  Peter went down lower and fingered her a little and penetrated her as she moved her hips so that he had an easier time.

  Olivia grabbed the sides of the tub and lifted herself above the water line. Peter got the hint and kissed at her gorgeous pussy. He pushed his fingers into her as he licked her.

  Olivia moaned as Peter bit at the inside of her thighs as he fingered her harder. He moved his mouth back to her pussy and pulled apart her pussy lips and licked form her vaginal opening to her clit and then ran his tongue around her clit.

  He moved both his hands to her ass and held her up and darted his tongue into her pussy. He slowly drew her from him and then rammed her pussy back onto his tongue.

  He dropped her back into the water and turned her around.

  He kissed her back and licked down to her butt crack. He grabbed her and pulled her ass out further and licked down to her anus.

  “Peter…” Olivia moaned.

  Peter pushed his tongue into her anus.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” Olivia laughed.

  Peter reached for her pussy and rubbed at her as he continued licking.

  “Fuck me.”

  Peter got on his knees and moved her ass into a better position and poked her pussy with his dick.

  She reached under and grabbed it and pushed it into her pussy.

  Peter started fucking her against the back of the bathtub.

  He fingered her asshole slowly, pushing his finger into her deeper and deeper.

  Peter took his dick out and pushed it against her anus.

  “What are you doing Peter, I can’t do that.”

  “It’s fun baby, you’ll like it.”

  “Ok, but not too far in.”

  Peter managed to slide his head into her asshole, he fucked her slowly, enjoying the tightness of it.

  She reached down and rubbed at her clit. She inserted her fingers into her pussy and fucked herself.

  Peter fucked her ass a little harder. Almost ready to explode.

  He took it out and looked at her gaping asshole. He put it back in and fucked her a little harder as he started to cum in her ass.

  He came in her hard and pushed in deeper as he did.

  Olivia shuddered in pain and ecstasy as she started to cum too.

  Peter stopped thrusting and slowly pulled his withering dick out of her ass.

  “Are you ok?”

  “Yeah, I came. I know you did,” she said referring to the odd feeling of cum in her ass.

  She leaned back and stood up, letting the water bead off her naked body. She got out and opened the windows.

  “It’s getting stuffy in here,” she said.

  The candles flickered.

  “Are you feeling better?” she asked him and turned to face him.

  He nodded.

  She sat on the toilet and went pee and wiped the cum off as best as she could, “Cold!” she exclaimed and jumped back into the bathtub.

  Suddenly, a loud knock at the door.

  “Who is that?” Olivia asked, scared, but then she grinned.

  “Damn it, this is serious! I’ll get it, you stay here,” he said and got out of the tub. He reached of one of the fancy bathrobes that the Headmaster used, whose ultimate fate escaped him.

  She reached out and grabbed his hand.

  “Kiss?” she asked.

  He leaned down and kissed her.

  “Be safe!” she smiled.

  “Always. I’m sure it’s just a wrong address,” he laughed hard and walked into his bedroom and opened his door.

  ***

  It was Sophie.

  “Sophie?” He said slowly as to make sure he said it right.

  She walked in.

  “Shut the door!” she ordered.

  “What’s the matter?” He asked shutting the door and locking it.

  Far away gunfire went off, not sure if it was real or just his imagination playing tricks.

  “Wendham’s that’s the matter!” she said almost yelling.

  “Isn’t he like, dead?”

  She shook her head. More gunfire.

  “What’s going on?” He asked and went to open his front door. Sophie reached out and grabbed his arm.

  “No! We’ve got the downstairs covered, but I don’t know for how long,” she said and sat down on his bed. “Jack saved him and tried to talk him out of it.”

  “Well thank God. The poor guy.”

  “Yeah, not really. He’s pissed. You should get dressed, you can sulk later.”

  “Wasn’t sulking!” He smiled. “Besides I can’t, you’re in my room.”

  “I’ve seen better,” she said distracted and looked out one of his windows.

  He laughed again.

  “Oh yeah Emperor Alessandro!”

  “Peter!” she said almost screaming. Maybe he hit a sore spot. She was killing his buzz.

  “Fine, I’ll be right back,” he said and walked into the bathroom and grabbed his fresh pair of boxers and slid them on in front of a sunken down Olivia. She was blending in with the bubbles.

  “What does she want?” Olivia asked.

  He shrugged, “I don’t know, she’s going on about something. I’ll be right back.”

  He walked back into the bedroom.

  “What’s going on?” He asked.

  He went through a pile of fresh clothes on his bed searching for clothes to wear.

  “My uniform was wrecked can I get someone to hem it?” he asked.

  “Don’t worry about that. Lee and your army are holding them back. I don’t know exactly what happened, but after Wendham woke up he went a little crazy. He was visited by one of the Yale kids. Apparently they knew each other. And then the next thing you know people are chanting death to Peter and his fascist regime! Lee can’t find Olivia, he thinks… he’s afraid…” Sophie explained. “Have you seen her?”

  He swallowed hard taking it all in.

  “Shit, this isn’t good, is it?” He laughed. He shook his head and said more seriously, “Honestly Sophie, I didn’t mean to kill her.”

  It all rushed back, all the memories and pain that Olivia tried to help him forget.

  “I know and I believe you. But you killed his girlfriend and he’s pissed, sound familiar?”

  Peter wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He was actually at a loss for words. He couldn’t say anything in his defense, so he could only go on the offensive.

  “I save him and he betrays me like this? The bastard!” He said quietly.

  He grabbed his gun and his sword. Both were cleaned when he got back. He used cleaning them as a natural sedative. Something to calm his nerves and slow his thoughts down. He turned and started getting dressed.

  “He thinks they actually killed her. He’s going ballistic.”

  “Who?” He asked.

  “Lee, he thinks Wendham killed Olivia.”

  “Oh.” He said and loaded his gun. “I’m sure she’s okay. Exactly where is my army?”

  “We’re going out the window and we’ll double back and hit the Gardens. That’s where he locked them up,” she explained.

  “He locked them up? Like Wendham?” He said incredulously. “How the hell did that happen?”

  “No one knew what was going on. He just burst into the dorm and started grabbing people, people he knew that were loyal to you. He shot, like, four kids already.”

  “So he’s in it for keeps hey,” he laughed.

  He laughed again and shook his head. He knew the stuff was wearing off, but
he could still feel it. It wasn’t meant to wear off this fast, but he needed it to.

  Sophie grabbed him and pulled him close. She looked into his eyes.

  “Are you high?”

  “Me? Never. Let’s just go kill Wendham.”

  “You know, me and Rachel were really good friends.”

  A jolt went through his body, turning him ice cold and sobering him up.

  “I really loved her too. But I know you didn’t mean to, did you?” she asked, her eyes welling up.

  “Of course not,” he said putting his hands on Sophie’s shoulders, trying to comfort her, “Me and Rachel were friends, She liked me and I liked her. I wouldn’t do that…” he continued trailing off a bit, feeling that old familiar guilt.

  She hugged him.

  “I know. It’s just we’re facing serious civil war here. It’s bad. He’s freed all the prisoners that Lee and Olivia locked up and gave them guns.”

  “Damn, that does make things more interesting.”

  “I’ll be right back,” he said and slipped into the bathroom.

  He sat down on the edge of the tub.

  “Did you hear that?”

  Olivia nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ll get out safely. Even if they reach the room. I’ll be able to hide. You need to get away though.”

  He reached down and kissed her.

  “No! You have to come with us,” he said. “I’m not leaving you here. They’ve already killed. They’ll have no problems killing you.”

  “Can you imagine? After all the trouble I’ve gone to…” she laughed again.

  “Who are you talking to?” Sophie asked and walked in. Her eyes turned from me to Olivia and back again.

  Sophie sighed loudly, clearly irritated by this revelation, “What the hell?” Sophie said softly and walked out.

  “Shit!” He muttered and looked at Olivia, trying to hide the smile that you get when you’re caught red handed. Olivia laughed.

  “Talk to her Peter,” Olivia ordered.

  He kissed her again and left the bathroom.

  Sophie was leaning against the balcony door frame looking out at the gulf. He grabbed her shoulders, she shrugged his hands off.

  “I don’t know how to explain this,” he said almost laughing.

  “I don’t even know you, do I?” she asked and turned to him.

  “Of course you don’t. We don’t know each other, I know nothing about you, except how bitchy you can get. We hated each other! I get what Maddie told us, to be nice to each other, but we don’t like each other, we’re not ever going to be best friends,” he said on the verge of yelling, he’d lost whatever good buzz he’d received earlier.

  She turned back around and brought her arms to her face. She convulsed like she was trying to stop herself from crying.

  “Or so I thought,” he said backtracking and put both hands on her shoulders. She tried weakly to shake them off, “But then we got to know the real people behind the stereotypes. You were no longer the dumb blonde cheerleader and I wasn’t… well whatever you thought I was.”

  “A loser,” she offered.

  “Yeah that. Well… can we talk about this later?” He asked.

  Sophie wiped her face and turned to him.

  “There is nothing to talk about. Who you betray in your bedroom is none of my concern. I just need you alive right now, or else God knows what’ll happen.”

  “Better the devil you know?” Olivia asked walking out of the washroom wearing some of Peter’s clothes.

  “Shut up,” Sophie said.

  “Oh, so says the cheerleader of the Ice Princesses. You must love our frozen little world, does it feels like home?” Olivia smarted.

  Sophie turned to her.

  “At least I’m not a conniving slut!” Sophie shouted back.

  “Screw you!” Olivia yelled getting dangerously close to her.

  He grabbed Olivia and backed her up. She smiled at him with a cold dangerous smile.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You guys, both of you, this isn’t the time or place! We’re going to die if we don’t get out, free my soldiers, and fight back!”

  “I didn’t start it!” Sophie protested.

  He turned to Sophie

  “Both of you relax. Now please lead us to Wendham’s prison, we’ve got a rebellion to stop.”

  “And if that fails, Olivia can sleep with Wendham,” Sophie said and walked outside.

  “That bitch! I’m going to…” Olivia started.

  “No!” He said as firm as he could. “As gorgeous as you look, you’ve got better things to do than get into a cat fight.”

  He hugged Olivia close to him.

  “Okay? Truce?” He asked.

  She nodded. “For now.”

  Chapter 2

  He shot a nerdy looking kid that had been holding a shotgun rather uncomfortably. His friend froze in terror. These were not the best men for the job. He looked down at his friend and the ever expanding pool of blood, and then back up at the advancing trio.

  “Drop the gun!” Sophie shouted giving the kid as much notice as they gave the first guy. He held his gun fast and started raising it.

  Peter didn’t bother to let the boy unlock the safety before he fired into the kid’s chest twice. He fell into the door that he was supposed to be guarding.

  “Yalers,” Peter muttered.

  Peter bounded down the stairs and shot off the large lock that was meant to keep the basement safe, not to keep people in a prison. Sophie opened the door and a gun cocked in her face. He brought up his gun as fast as lightning.

  “Hold on!” someone said in the shadow. “Thought you were the enemy.”

  The gun withdrew.

  People slowly started leaking out. A few recognized him and clapped his back thanking him for the rescue.

  “Couldn’t have done it by myself,” he said and squeezed Sophie’s shoulder.

  He walked in front of the group and waited until the last few prisoners came out.

  “Peter,” Sophie said to him and grabbed his arm. She gave Olivia a dirty look. “Listen, I helped you this far, but I’m not a soldier and now you’ve got your army. If you die… Well I’m just saying I’m not going with you… go, restore order.”

  “I can understand that, fine. Where are you going?”

  “To the stables.”

  “What’s in the stables?”

  “The polo ponies.”

  “Horses?” He asked. “They aren’t dead?”

  “No!”

  “I just thought… because we have no grass.”

  “Horses don’t eat grass, hay and alfalfa and we’ve got plenty.”

  “Well maybe we could eat them…”

  Sophie shot him a killer look.

  “You’re not eating my ponies!”

  The crowd was starting to get restless, they were itching for a fight. Peter looked down.

  “Okay. Thank you for risking your life. I appreciate that and about what you saw…”

  “That’s okay Pete; you’re an idiot, I get it. I just really wish Maddie was around,” she said and walked away.

  Olivia walked over to him.

  “Don’t let that bitch get to you, she’s lonely and only wants to make everyone else miserable, and you shouldn’t worry so much about each other.”

  “I promised Maddie. We both did,” He said.

  “How cute,” she said sarcastically.

  “Olivia…”

  “Just kidding. No sweat, she did help us. I’m just saying get your head in the game. Let’s hit the armory first and see what we can find,” Olivia suggested.

  He did as Olivia suggested and they hit the armory. That was also guarded and this time Olivia shot one of the guards and he took out the other one. They loaded up on guns and ammo.

  A young red-haired kid walked up to him as he was helping hand out weapons.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

  He turned and looked him over; he couldn’t
have been much more than fifteen.

  “And you,” he replied sticking his hand out.

  He took it enthusiastically and gave him a good stern shake back.

  “My friends say you’re going to save us. It’s good to see nice steady leadership after the teacher’s baled on us,” he said a bit nervous.

  Olivia walked over, she’d heard what he said. She put an arm around him.

  “He’s going to save America!” she declared.

  The boy’s eyes lit up.

  “First we’ll see if we can make it through the night.”

  The kid laughed.

  “It’s always night.” The kid laughed.

  “Are you making fun of me?”

  “What? No…”

  “That’s true.” Olivia said. “You got a gun?”

  The boy nodded and showed it to her.

  “Know how to shoot it?”

  “I learned just the other day.”

  “Good! Look behind you!”

  He looked past the boy and sure enough Wendham’s army was advancing on them.

  “I’m going to try to talk to him,” Peter said and jumped over the table.

  “Wendham!” Peter yelled. “Hold fire!” He said a much to his men as his men.

  “Let’s talk!” He said stepping out into no-man’s land.

  There was a pretty good chance that Wendham was more reasonable than him.

  “I don’t think so brother,” Wendham yelled back, his voice cracking. Something was up, he obviously wasn’t in a hundred percent condition.

  “Let’s be real about this, if we have a shooting war, both sides will be destroyed regardless of who wins. The Night Crawlers will be pecking at the bones of the victor. Let’s just talk first and if you decide you don’t like what I’m saying than we can start shooting,” Peter suggested.

  Wendham walked out to the centre and slowly walked closer to him.

  “So what, you and I duke it out brother?”

  “No,” Peter said, shaking his head.

  Wendham and Peter finally met in the middle.

  “You know I deserve my revenge,” Wendham said.

  Peter studied his face as much as he could in the ill-lit darkness.

  “I know you think you deserve your revenge, it was an accident. She moved in front of my gun. Why would I kill Rachel?”

  “Everyone knew that you liked her and that she liked you and you knew that she liked me now, so maybe you just couldn’t cope. Who cares what your reason was, you killed her! Remember your hatred? Your absolute obsession with destroying the one who killed your girlfriend? Well, I may not usually be as hard as you, but tonight I’m ready to kill or be killed! But unlike you I’m not destroying history or valuable artifacts, but assembling an uprising against you and your dictatorial rule.”