The Brutality Pack: An extreme horror collection

by Ian Woodhead

  “What the fuck is this?”

  He stared in disbelief at the two battered metal troughs running along either side of the wall. A couple of feet above the troughs he saw a dozen metal gutters jutting out of the rock. Foul smelling grey slop steadily dripped from each pipe.

  “Oh no, they’ve followed us in. What are we going to do?”

  Gavin slowly turned around and saw two of their pursuers standing in the middle of the cavern. He watched them both sniff the air before looking towards the troughs.

  “They’re real,” she hissed. “The bogeymen are real!”

  They both spun their heads towards the woman and growled. Gavin clamped his hand over her mouth just hoping the foolish woman would get the message. Oh Jesus, those things were attracted to sound! He watched them head straight to the two troughs, and he tried not to even breathe. This was just unbelievable. They might even be able to get out of here.

  Gavin took his eyes off the creature just for a moment when something shiny caught his eye. A soggy cardboard lasagne cover floated past him. These things were feeding on waste from the local factories. It boggled his mind to wonder why anyone would go to so much trouble in keeping these sub-human animals alive and fed. From his experiences with the savages above ground, they weren’t that far removed from whatever the fuck these things were.

  He took his hand away from her mouth and pressed his finger against his lips; surely she could see that it was her fool whining that caught their attention. Gavin let go of the woman and crept over to the two creatures, listening to them slurp up the vile lumpy mess; it took a large amount of self-control not to push them forward so he wouldn’t have to touch their bodies.

  They both growled deep in their throats as Gavin squeezed between them, and the sound turned his bowels to water. He expected the pair of them to suddenly spin around and dive on him. Gavin caught his breath and thanked God when he got past the creatures. He turned and frantically gestured to the terrified woman.

  “I can’t move, Gavin! Help me!”

  As soon as she spoke, Gavin saw both of them raise their heads and sniff the air. He heart leapt into his throat as they started to growl again, he slowly backed off, listening as their growls grew deeper.

  “Don’t leave me!” she wailed.

  They stiffened, and turned to face the woman, when she moaned again. They both rushed her. Gavin silently whimpered and ran out of the tunnel with her frantic shrieking ringing in his ears.

  Chapter Thirteen

  He had always thought that the word ‘moderation’ was something only queers and losers said. Dave used that word all the fucking time, usually when it was his turn to get a round in, the tight cunt. Phil lived his life to excess, never moderating anything. Until now, he didn’t even think that you could get too much of a good thing.

  Phil leaned back against the cracked white tiles and gazed up at the muted yellow lighting. This had been the first time that he’d ever been in the shitty assembly plant after clocking out, and it felt so strange to be in a familiar place without wearing his protective clothing, almost as odd as seeing all these strangers in here tonight. What was even stranger was how uncomfortable he felt with the whole situation; it was as if these brain dead fuck-heads had invaded his house. He pushed that stupid thought away; it had no place in his head.

  The man at the front of the room currently standing on one of the packing tables was still going on about how the united consciousness of Brutality was now burning brighter than the fires outside. Phil tried to tune out the dickhead’s well annoying voice, but it was just no good. Daniel was impossible to ignore.

  That man demanded the attention of everyone in the packed room. Phil reckoned that nearly every local must be in here tonight. Their rapt faces hung from every word that spewed out of that gobshite’s mouth. Most of Daniel’s audience were made up of the freaky zombie bastards. They really did make Phil’s skin itch. Daniel had already explained their situation to him and a few of the others who had escaped the zombification process. Apparently, the less imaginative just needed some more stimulation before they could begin the miraculous transformation.

  Back when those sugar-coated words dripped from Daniel’s mouth, just like these fuckwits currently listening to the twat ramble on, Phil felt pride and gratitude fill him to the brim. That, though, was before all the artificial euphoria wore off. Looking back, he wanted to punch himself for falling for all that bullshit.

  The blonde tart stood beside him. It disgusted him to see that the mental bitch wore the same cow-like mask as the rest of these clowns.

  Phil examined all the other people around him, trying to find anyone else as bored of this shite as he was. It shocked him to discover that he was the only body in here that wasn’t paying attention.

  What made him so different to all the others? True, most of the people in here were dumb fucking retards that had problems counting past four, but there were a few people in the room who did have more than just two brain cells, and they shouldn’t have fallen for Daniel’s lies. Maybe he was just the first one to awaken from this trance, and the others would be snapping out of it at any minute.

  Phil was just like everyone else in the beginning. A pang of regret and a little bit of jealousy flowed through him when he remembered those first emotions after Daniel had fucked with his mind. God, the blood-boiling ecstasy that crashed through his nervous system when he saw the life draining from the outsiders that they had caught was just orgasmic.

  He and Lisa had caught and killed four of them. Their first kill had to be the best, some mental old woman who had chosen the wrong time to leave her house to put some rubbish in her garden bin. Straight away, they both knew that she wasn’t a local. For a start, she was acting as if nothing had happened; she was even humming to herself. All that changed when the woman spotted the pair of them leaping over her low fence. The woman’s stupid mutt had run out from her house, galloped between the woman’s legs, and fastened its teeth on Lisa’s ankle.

  Phil had pissed himself laughing when Lisa had picked up the toy poodle, swivelled her hips, and impaled the dog on the metal fence. The old woman had gone fucking wild at that. He had soon shut the bitch up, though, and a swift punch to her face had soon quietened that mouth. Her nose just detonated. The sight of all that crimson fluid flying from her face had acted like a trigger to the pair of them. The next recollection was of looking down and seeing that they had literally stamped her body into the lawn. Lisa was sat in the middle of the bloodied mess, licking off lumps of jellied blood from her fingers. He then noticed that she had removed her clothes. Phil’s passion had gone volcanic.

  He sighed at the memory of the incredible sex that had followed; Phil had almost passed out again when he finally did cum. Before leaving the site of their first kill, Lisa had picked up one of the old woman’s ears and ran into the house. She had emerged a few minutes later with the organ sewn into the side of her stomach. It hadn’t bothered Phil; the extra kinkiness just incensed his passion and made him more impatient to find another outsider to slaughter.

  The doubt that perhaps Daniel had fucked with his head only began after the third kill.

  They had made their way to the town centre after a fruitless house search a few streets away. Lisa had told him that she needed to do another one so he could fuck her again. She suggested that although a lot of the outsiders will be cowering in their rabbit hutches, a few of the braver ones would have gone to town in search of answers, and they would be more fun to fuck up.

  They had found their last kill easy enough. Two minutes after entering the town centre Lisa had started to tremble. She had pointed in the general direction of the shuttered up discounted supermarket. Phil then saw him, a young lad running into the alley between two buildings. He had recognised the kid immediately. The stupid looking lime green coat gave it away. Lisa had just spotted Phil’s next-door neighbour, a dorky little arsehole called Weston Briggs.

  His annoying family had moved into the h
ouse opposite theirs a few months ago. In normal circumstance, Phil wouldn’t have paid much attention to new arrivals in the estate. In normal circumstances, new arrivals didn’t come with a well fuckable dark haired teen lass with perfect tits and shapely legs.

  They followed the boy into the alley. It was weird, even as they were bashing the little cunt’s head into the wall, all he could think of was banging Weston’s sister and then doing his mum. He wanted to fuck the women without actually killing them. Oh, he’d have slapped them about a bit, that was normal, but he wouldn’t have actually done them in.

  It dawned on him that the act of killing was just not for him. All his life, Phil had got a buzz out of torture, out of inflicting pain and hurting people, but the simple fact was that the dead felt nothing. Just like he felt nothing when they butchered their last victim, that freaky security guard.

  He jumped a little when the blond tart snuggled into his arm. It didn’t really surprise Phil to see that Lisa hadn’t taken her eyes off Daniel. He wanted to push the bitch away from him. The new additions that she had sewn into her arm were digging into his skin, and it was well fucking uncomfortable. Phil then noticed that Lisa wasn’t the only one who had taken up the weird concept of trophy collecting. Gazing around the crowd, he found that none of the others were as decorated as Lisa, but Phil did spot a few of them that had collected the odd body part, mainly the younger crowd.

  Daniel had turned the locals in his town into a bunch of fucking savages. The cunt had addicted them, getting them high on killing and violence, mainly killing. This fucker was no saviour; he was just another drug pusher. Phil wanted no part of this charade anymore. He wanted his old life back, and he decided that he preferred his violence in short bursts.

  Phil broke out of his musing when he became aware that Daniel had stopped talking. He then saw that everyone in the room was glaring at him instead.

  “Am I boring you, Phil?” Daniel walked up the packing table looking at each of the assembled people. “I have liberated all of you. I’ve set you free and broken the shackles that this town has placed upon you. Thanks to me, there will never be a need to hide your passions and desires.”

  A low murmur emerged from the crowd.

  “Yet, there is one man who isn’t so grateful. That one at the back wants to regress to how it once was. Phil believes that how you feel and how you behave is somehow deviant and should not be advertised.” A wry smile emerged from him. “Do you want to go back to how it once was?”

  That low murmur increased in volume. Phil saw their dull expressions dropping off their gormless faces. A tiny shiver travelled up his spine when he saw just how angry they now all looked. Even Lisa was glaring at him. Daniel jumped off the table, the crowd parted as the man approached Phil.

  “The thing is, young man, I do understand your feelings, I really do. I see you all as my children, Phil.” The man bent down and stroked the back of his hand down Lisa’s cheek. His fingers continued their journey down her front. The woman groaned when he cupped her large breasts. “I have been away from here for many centuries, Phil. I left disillusioned, not believing in the great work anymore.” The man then pushed Lisa onto her knees. “It’s all been a lie, there is no greater power, and the great work is a lie.” He began to unfasten his trousers. “So, you have a simple choice, you are either with me or against me.”

  Phil then noticed the young slag in the tight dress he had lusted over in the nightclub. The little bitch was hiding just behind Daniel. Her appearance had diminished somewhat since he had last seen her.

  “Let’s burn the bastard!”

  The man spun around, his arm flew forward, and catching the girl on the side of her head she staggered back, crying out. Phil grinned when he saw the little bitch curling up under the table, weeping.

  “Don’t you ever interrupt me!” Daniel screamed. He sighed, fastened up his trousers, and gently pushed Lisa back. He took a deep breath before pulling the girl out from under the table. “I think not. It would be a waste of good meat. Phil is a very big boy. I know that some of our lesser distinguished townsfolk who would relish such a quality meal.”

  It took just seconds for Phil to work out exactly what the bastard intended to do. Daniel was talking about the two families. That cunt intended to feed him to the fucking regressives! The man closed the distance between them in two paces. Phil was ready for the fucker. He pulled out his thin-bladed knife and slashed out at Daniel, aiming to open up his guts. Daniel jumped back before the knife made contact.

  Phil jerked up his head and glared at Daniel, and he then saw something move under the man’s skin. It stretched out like a fist pushing against the inside of a balloon. He wasn’t about to stop to see what would happen next. Phil kicked Lisa out of the way, pushed through the zombies, and ran through the double doors that led to the main factory. He hurtled down two flights of steps and raced into the main food processing area. He closed the door behind him and grabbed a sweeping brush lying beside the door. He pushed the pole between the two handles and stood back. That should hold them for a few minutes at least. He only needed a few minutes to get the fuck out of here.

  Phil turned around, looking for a fire-exit. He needed one that would take him into the real carpark and not to the front of the building. His plan was to hide out on the wasteland behind the factory until he could work out what to do next. The idea of hiding went against the grain of his whole personality. Phil would punch any cunt who’d dare to call him a coward. Even so, he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could take on the whole town and win.

  His pondering was interrupted by the sound of a quiet moan. Phil ducked down, annoyed with himself that his instinct had failed to inform him that he wasn’t alone. He stilled his breathing and slowly smiled when the low moaning restarted. The noise was coming from behind one of the huge steel mixers at the far end of the room. He silently hurried over to the bank of mixers and peered around the first metal drum. Phil grinned at the sight of their latest shift supervisor standing directly above a vat of cream sauce base with his trousers around his ankles.

  The supervisor’s eyes were shut tight while his hand was gripped tight around his thick penis. Phil watched in fascination as he violently masturbated, occasionally releasing a quiet moan. He’d never seen anyone else apart from the women he fucked do this. He then realised just how pervy and weird it was to watch another man play with himself, and he shut his eyes.

  Phil was so glad that he never ate any of the filth that came off these conveyor belts. His diet consisted of takeaways and restaurant food. Phil then remembered all the waiters and counter staff that he had threatened, abused, and generally pissed off over the years. He would never know what else they had added to his food after Phil had insulted them. He listened to the man cry out as he climaxed and felt a little sick, knowing that he could have very well eaten food diluted with another man’s creamy seed.

  He waited for him to finish dripping the fluid into the vat before he rushed over to him. Phil reached around and placed his thick fingers around the man’s penis. “I’m not entirely too sure why you weren’t with the rest of the clowns upstairs, buddy.” He gave the man’s deflated organ a sharp squeeze when the man tried to wriggle out of Phil’s grip. “If you do that one more time, you vile fucker, I’ll rip off your cock and make you eat it.” Phil squeezed it again, just to make sure he had received the message. He tapped the man’s cheek with his knife. “When those cunts come down here, you’re going to tell them that you haven’t seen me, okay?”

  The supervisor nodded. “Please let go,” he squealed. “You’re hurting me.”

  “I could cut off your cock, if you like. It would hurt a lot less than me just ripping it off.”

  Phil’s own cock started to harden at the sight of the man’s tears rolling down his cheeks. “Okay, I think you’re getting the idea. Just remember, I will be watching you. I’m sure you can guess what I’ll do if you do betray me.”

  The supervisor nodded again.r />
  “Just remember what I said, fuckface.” He released the man and ran over to the storage bays, heading for the fire exit when he heard the sound of splintering wood. He ducked behind a brick pillar and listened to that two-faced fucker screaming out Phil’s name and telling his pursuers exactly where Phil was heading.

  “Bollocks,” he uttered when he caught sight of three figures rushing past his hiding place. They were running straight towards the fire exit, cutting off his escape. Oh, this was so frustrating. He should have just drowned that pervy twat in the white sauce. Now what was he going to do? His eyes travelled down to his feet and saw that he wasn’t trapped after all. He was standing on one of the many sluice outlets dotted around this floor.

  He crouched down, forced his knife into the gap between the floor and the circular metal plate, and lifted the cover up, trying not to make any noise.

  The ladders below led into the vast network of pipes that ran under every food producing shop and factory in Brutality. All waste products were fed into the tunnels through conduits that led to the two families’ domains. Their contribution helped to keep the populations getting too hungry and emerging out into the open to search for other food sources.

  It looked like he would be going down there after all. At least this way, it would be on his own terms. If they had caught him, the fuckers would have probably worked him over and broken a few of his bones before tying him up and leaving him down there as helpless as a baby.

  He held his breath and lowered his body into the hole. Phil grabbed the first rung of the ladders; it fucking stank disgusting down here, mainly of old food. Still, the smell must be mild compared to the sewers under the two abattoirs and the takeaways and restaurants in town.

  Phil watched Daniel holding the supervisor over the vat. It appeared that the man wasn’t all that happy with the supervisor. From what he could make out, Daniel was asking him why he hadn’t kept hold of Phil. He watched Daniel drop the man into the sauce before placing the plate back in place.