Perfectly Wicked, Chapter 11
Perfectly Wicked
By Jason D. Karl
Author's Note:
This story is dark, twisted, erotic fantasy fiction about killers with paranormal abilities. It is the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as real in any way. This should be read only by adults of legal age. The story contains explicit gay sex and the type of violence found in vampire stories. Don't try this at home or anywhere else.
Extra content warning for Chapter 11: This chapter is darker than previous chapters. The author neither condones nor promotes doing anything like this in real life.
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Chapter 11: Don't Worry, I'm Not Going to Murder You Today
The Need was making it hard for Spencer to focus on the final planning meeting with the Erkek--which was ironic because the Need was why he was here in the first place. Not even the fact that they were all naked, as Erkek were wont to be, helped him focus.
The Need.
He'd never felt anything quite like it before. It wasn't an itch (literal or metaphorical) that he might scratch. No, it was more akin to hunger, but in his skin. Yes, that was it: his skin was hungry. Hungry for blood. Ravenous, in fact.
Two nights ago (not long after Kyle went to do whatever it was he did), Spencer had been pacing in his room when Sven and Javert had suddenly appeared and whisked him away. Since then, there had been a maelstrom of questions, answers, meetings, introductions, and copious fucking. The upshot of which was learning that:
(1) Kyle was not only The Bleeder and the perpetrator of the Heart-Ripper attacks, but also Spencer's half-brother;
(2) Spencer had latched onto his mother as prey and must kill her posthaste;
(3) Kushim, as leader of the Erkek for the Western Hemisphere, had called in reinforcements to help with the cover-up of the Heart-Ripper attacks; and
(4) Tenno Mikado, some sort of important Erkek official, had come to Earth with alien technology (billions of years beyond human capabilities) to aid in the cover-up efforts.
At the moment, Erkek were being dispatched to implant false memories all over the world, in tandem with Mikado's device that was infiltrating human tech to fabricate evidence. Apparently, the blogosphere had decided the attacks were by some sort of cult; the Erkek were just conjuring up a nonexistent "secret" cult to take the blame.
Kill.
Kill the bitch.
Kill your bitch of a mother.
Was the Need actually talking to him, or was Spencer about to lose it? Fuck if he knew. But it was pretty damned certain that the Need couldn't be forestalled much longer: Spencer needed to kill.
Apparently, the Erkek realized it. Sven and Javert took him out of the meeting, down to the dungeon underneath La Chien Royal, where they showed him a strongly-built cage which held a woman. Definitely not his mother, but Spencer's mental abilities made it clear that she was one twisted fuck. The Need in his skin took notice of her.
Javert said, "Spencer, allow me to introduce you to Altiva Esnobe-Mulher. Among her many achievements, she poisoned one husband and paid to have another killed--not because they were both criminals, she just wanted their entire estates for herself. A real sadist, and not the fun kind either."
Sven said, "Javert's been torturing her for a week or so, but you probably need her more than he does."
Spencer felt the Need gnawing at his hands, demanding release. "I want my first murder to be my mother."
Javert shrugged. "Then I'll finish her off. You just have fun."
When Javert opened the door, Spencer couldn't contain himself. He yanked whatever-the-fuck-her-name-was out of the cage and bit. Blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. It was savory--better than the finest steak. Its umami flavor gave Spencer a hands-free, lust-free orgasm.
A few minutes later, Sven pulled Spencer off of her. "Whoa there. That's all she can take."
The Need wasn't sated, but it had waned a bit. Spencer wiped the blood off of his face and licked his fingers clean. He looked around and saw that Javert had shifted into some large beast and was merrily eating Altiva Esnobe-Mulher.
Sven held Spencer from the rear, nuzzled him, and kissed his nape. "You're amazing." He pulled Spencer onto the floor and said, "Fuck me."
Spencer did. It was a hard fuck too, nothing sweet or tender about it. About halfway through, Javert joined them, his cock lubed in his prey's blood, and fucked Spencer while Spencer kept fucking Sven. Impassioned beyond thought, Spencer bit Sven and drank his blood. Sven climaxed instantly. Javert and Spencer soon followed.
Javert got up and started hacking apart what was left of the body. He explained that her remains would be sold as premium dog food, certified to be cruelty-free. It was true in a certain sense: no "animal" had felt any pain.
Spencer and Sven kissed a little bit in the afterglow, calming down rather than gearing up for another fuck. Sven eventually asked, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. The Need is calmer now."
Sven wrinkled his brow. "The 'Need'?"
"It's just what I've been calling it in my head. The latching-on thing, the 'Need' to kill my mother."
"Hmm. I never thought of calling it that. I guess it works. Do you think you can hold off long enough for the plan?"
Ah, yes. The plan. On top of dealing with the Heart-Ripper stuff, there were still the parts about Reverend Jackson and Sandra Williams. Since Erkek could shapeshift into any living thing they came in personal contact with, the plan was to abduct the two of them and replace them with doppelgängers: Kushim would pose as Jackson, and Sven as Spencer's mother. They would stage a confrontation so that people would believe that Jackson killed Sandra. That meant that Spencer couldn't kill his mother until given the green-light because the time of death had to be just right to implicate Reverend Jackson.
He answered Sven's question. "Maybe. Honestly, I don't know."
Javert walked over from dismembering the corpse. "You couldn't kill her if she's in the containment cell. Why don't you put her there?"
Sven said, "That's actually a good idea."
"Why do you have a containment cell?" Spencer asked.
Sven explained, "It's pretty rare for Erkek to break our rules badly enough to have to be locked up, but it does happen. That requires containment cells that are robust enough that Erkek can't break free, even by shadow-riding."
"But my mother's a human, why bother with all that?"
Javert was the one who answered. "It would also keep you out, since you don't have the security clearance. So even if you do lose control, you couldn't get to her."
He showed them the cell. It seemed secure enough, Spencer supposed, but a bit too comfortable. He asked, "Is there time to do a little redecorating?"
§§§
A few hours later, Tenno Mikado arrived. He had an annoying habit of shapeshifting without notice. So far, Spencer had seen him in the guise of various humans, a Neanderthal woman, a bonobo, and what Spencer guessed must be creatures from other planets. Right now, he was in the form of a Japanese or possibly Thai man (Spencer wasn't well-versed on the distinctions).
He was here because of Javert, whose part in the plan was to be Spencer's doppelgänger and to be seen at the right time to give Spencer an alibi. For that, Javert needed to not just look, but act like him. And for the latter, Mikado was going to link their minds. This part confused Spencer because he himself could already do mental things, more and more every day. And Kushim and Sven hadn't needed any help. So why couldn't Javert just do it himself instead of involving Mikado? So Spencer asked about it.
Javert explained as he took his place beside Spencer. "Erkek are manufactured, not born, so we don't have a childhood. We emerge from the Great Pool fully-formed with all the knowledge we'll need. But knowing isn't the same as doing. You need practice for some skills. Like, you could learn brain surgery from books, but that doesn't make you a neurosurgeon. I'm quite young for an Erkek, so I'm still learning. But I'm really good at shapeshifting; I picked that up right away. Anyway, hybrids are different, and you are especially hard to read--even Kushim couldn't scan you by himself."
Mikado put his left hand on the back of Javert's head and his right on Spencer's. Then he instructed Spencer to put his hand on the side of Javert's head. "Just think of the memories you want to give him."
Spencer thought of his mother, the reek of her perfume, the way she looked at him without a trace of love, the sound of her fucking Reverend Jackson on the other side of the trailer wall, the way she'd beaten Spencer when she found out he was gay. The rage grew in him as he remembered her disgust, her condescension, her contempt. He let all of it flood into the link. Then he pulled back, panting.
Javert said, "It's no fucking wonder you want to kill her. For an Erkek, she'd be a feast."
"I just want her dead."
Then Sven, who had been unusually quiet, kissed Spencer. For all the proclamations that Erkek didn't do relationships, Spencer's growing mental skills let him know Sven had developed some affection for him. It was mutual. No, they weren't going to be monogamous (who the fuck would want that?), but there was a genuine "relationship" developing.
Javert offered them his ass, and they were soon double-dicking him. Mikado declined Spencer's offer for him to join them, saying he'd rather just watch. That was fine by Spencer. He liked getting watched almost as much as he liked group sex. Sharing men had become Sven's and his thing, what they bonded over. Who would've guessed that orgies were his love language?
It was after their third round of sex that Kyle came down to the dungeon. He said, "It's almost time."
Mikado reviewed each of their roles in the plan, then singled out Kyle and Spencer. "I can't overstress how important it is that you both deliver the killing stroke to Spencer's mother together."
"Why can't Spencer do it alone?" Kyle asked. "After what she did to him, it's only fair he gets the satisfaction."
Mikado's expression was inscrutable. "Do it as I instructed because, if I am right, it's a matter of life or death." Then he left without further explanation.
Life or death? What the fuck did that even mean?
Spencer said, "Well, that was less than helpful."
Kyle shrugged. "I guess he's got his reasons. Or he's just being a fucking drama queen."
Sven and Javert both left. Javert needed to do actual work at the pet shop, including feeding freshly-ground Altiva Esnobe-Mulher meat to the dogs. And Sven, well, Sven had a mother to abduct and impersonate.
That left Spencer alone with Kyle, who took out his phone and sent a quick message. "Just letting Abuelita know we'll be out of the house for a few days."
Spencer looked at him. "You know, I was actually thinking about asking you to take my virginity. But I changed my mind when I met Sven. Good thing, since it turns out we're brothers."
Kyle chuckled. "Confession time. I was hoping you would ask. I love taking guys' virginity. Hell, I usually charge a thousand for it but would've done you for free. But, yeah, I'm not into the incest thing, not even accidental incest. So I'm glad nothing happened and we can just be brothers."
Spencer said, "Blood brothers." {pause} "Make that, 'murder brothers'."
Kyle smiled and gave Spencer a side hug and a kiss on the forehead that would have been appropriate for a kid brother. Well, half-brother.
They were silent for a moment, then Spencer spoke up again. "Kyle, what was it like, the first time you killed?"
"It was exhilarating. I was six, I think."
"What do you mean, 'you think'?" Spencer asked.
"It's my earliest memory. I was using a steak knife to stab some man in the throat. No clue who he was. Then I just ran. It was a couple of days before the cops found me wandering the streets. I didn't know my name. I couldn't even speak. The social workers made up a name and birth date for me, then put me in foster care."
"Did you ever remember anything from before?"
"No, not a single thing. I eventually got diagnosed with complete retrograde amnesia. For a while, the only thing I really knew was that I had to kill bad people. Good cover, too. Who's going to think a six-year-old's a serial killer? Been killing ever since."
Spencer was not put off by this. If anything it made him feel camaraderie with his brother. "I drank some asshole's blood today; I just couldn't hold out anymore."
"I know that feeling. Before I knew about the Erkek, I was guessing that I might be a real vampire."
Spencer couldn't help but laugh.
Kyle said with a smile, "What else was I supposed to think when I've always enjoyed drinking blood and killing motherfuckers?"
This piqued Spencer's curiosity. "If you've been killing your whole life, why haven't you been caught? I mean, you couldn't have known how to cover your tracks when you were six."
"I didn't know it at the time, but it's an Erkek thing. When I go hunting, people don't notice me unless I want them to. The same with cameras and mirrors. And, most of the time, I don't leave marks on my prey, so it looks like they dropped dead of a heart attack or something. But I don't know if it will work that way for you."
Spencer digested that. "So The Bleeder thing, you wanted people to find the bodies?"
"Hell yeah, I did. It was mostly about the homophobes at the Family Values Tabernacle, especially Jackson. I fucking hate that guy. So I decided to terrify them. Maybe it wasn't my best choice, but I'm still glad I did it."
The two brothers sat quietly for a while. Finally, Kyle asked, "How did it feel to drink human blood?"
"It was amazing. The Need was so strong, I did it without thinking about it. And when I bit down and felt the blood going down my throat, I jizzed. I don't know why, though. It didn't feel like a sexual thing, but it was intense."
"I do that too, but never with women, though."
"I felt guilty afterward," Spencer said.
"Guilty?"
"Well, sort of. I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I came while drinking her blood, and then Javert killed her and chopped up her body right in front of me. And you know what I did?"
"What?"
"I fucked Sven. And then Javert joined us, and we all fucked coated in her blood. I did something everybody says is evil, but I don't feel one bit guilty. So I feel guilty about not feeling guilty."
Kyle chuckled. "Right and wrong, good and evil? That's just shit people like Jackson make up to control people. Abuelita taught me that when she caught me stealing. Besides we're not human, not entirely; so the rules don't apply to us. Reverend Jackson, your mother, and all those self-righteous assholes, they're the real monsters. We're doing the world a favor."
"Alright, but we still need to figure out what to tell Abuelita," Spencer noted.
"Don't worry. I told her everything."
"Everything?"
"Yeah. And you know what she said?"
"What?"
"'It's about time you two took care of that cunt.' She's fine with it, Spence. All of it."
"What did she say when you told her about the Erkek stuff?"
Kyle said, "It didn't bother her too much. She just said she knew I was 'special'."
Spencer decided to tell Kyle what he'd learned. "I can't always stop myself from reading minds. I try to ignore it, but some stuff just grabs my attention. Anyway, she keeps thinking about some creature she encountered in Mexico before she moved here."
"Yeah, she mentioned something about that. She had no idea what he was, just that he wasn't human."
The brothers talked for a while longer, mostly about killing and coming to terms with actually being brothers.
Later, Javert came into the dungeon with a flask. "Want some?"
"Is that blood?" Spencer asked.
Javert nodded. "Yeah, it's from a man I killed a few days ago. It's not as good as fresh, but it'll keep up your Mana level."
Kyle looked at the flask. "Thanks, but I think I've killed enough people the last few days to tide me over for a while."
Spencer took the flask and drank a gulp. It didn't give him an orgasm or even a hard-on, but it did mollify the Need. After drinking about a liter, he passed it back to Javert. "Thanks."
Javert took a swig and said, "Sven's gone to the women's prison to switch places with your mother. He's going to use the shadows to send her straight here."
The three of them didn't have to wait long before the shadows started moving and shaping themselves into the form of a human. Sandra Williams materialized with a scream. She was nude. Spencer didn't care and sure as hell wasn't aroused in the slightest. They dragged her into the containment cell and strapped her to a wooden cross. Javert tapped what must have been a control panel, and the cell sealed shut. There was no longer a door there, just a newly-appeared solid wall.
There was an interface which allowed communication with the occupant of the cell. Spencer said, "There's been a change of plans, Mother. You won't be getting released after all. I'm afraid the cross was my idea. After all, how many times did you tell me that raising me was your cross to bear?"
"You little sodomite. I'll get out of here, and when I do, I'll--"
Spencer cut off her diatribe. "Do what? Kill me? You failed last time, and you're not going to get another chance."
With the practiced ease Spencer had seen her use a thousand times, she switched into her 'good' persona. "Please, Spencer. I've repented. Jesus has cleansed me, and God has forgiven me for what I did to you."
Spencer said, "Really? Then god needs therapy, and you'll soon be dead. But don't worry, I'm not going to murder you today." He gestured to Javert to turn off the interface. "Let her stew on that for a while."
That had been just after 3 in the morning on Saturday, but she couldn't be killed until they got the signal sometime on Sunday. Sven wasn't there because he was impersonating Spencer's mother, and Kushim had surely switched places with Jackson by now. It had probably been wise of the Erkek to stash the real Jackson someplace else because Spencer most likely would've killed him, given the chance.
Spencer's need to kill was getting harder to resist, so the Erkek convened an emergency orgy for him, in hopes of keeping him from raging. Mikado once again refused to fuck him and wouldn't even fuck Kyle. No matter, with so many Erkek in town to help with the cover-up, there were plenty of fucks to go around. Of course, he and Kyle didn't fuck because they were brothers, but they did spit roast Javert (who shapeshifted into the form of a muscle daddy just to make it more interesting).
The sex wasn't enough though. When the orgy was over, Kyle did the shadow-riding thing and returned with some drug pusher from Cleveland who liked to get children hooked on heroin. The two brothers tortured him for hours. Spencer castrated the man while Kyle taunted him by calling it a "learning opportunity." Kyle used his magic to keep their victim alive while Spencer drank his blood and ate some of his flesh. But it was Kyle who actually killed the man. It was only in an overly technical sense that Spencer had saved his first official kill for his mother, but it would have to do.
At his request, both the emergency orgy and the murder of the drug dealer had been livestreamed into his mother's cell. And when the news broke that Judge Vierme, the very judge who'd signed her release orders, had been crushed to death in a freak elevator accident, Spencer was sure to have that news fed to her.
Throughout Saturday, Kyle took care of his brother. Though they'd gotten along before, this was a new chapter in their relationship. When Spencer felt he had enough self-control, Kyle took him out to eat. He even took Spencer to meet a few of his regular johns, who were only too happy to let Spencer and Kyle take turns fucking them. Spencer even got a cut of the pay, though he knew he wasn't going to be taking up prostitution.
He hadn't slept in days, not since he'd found out his mother was going to be released. Strangely, though, he didn't feel exhausted. Kyle explained to him that he didn't actually have to sleep, though he could. Maybe that was happening to Spencer now?
Finally, Sunday morning came around. It was showtime. Javert unlocked the containment cell. Spencer went inside and poked at his mother with an aluminum baseball bat. "Wakey! Wakey!"
Sandra woke and started blathering, but nobody cared what she might have to say. They pulled her, still strapped to the cross, out into the main area of the dungeon.
Spencer would've preferred that Javert stay; but the time had come for the young Erkek to become his doppelgänger and give him an alibi, so Javert left the dungeon.
Kyle flipped on a monitor that had been set up for the occasion. The screen was filled with a livestream of Kushim, disguised as Reverend Jackson, beginning a sermon titled The Bleeder Is Coming for You. (Of course, Sandra didn't know this was an impostor of her beloved reverend.)
The fake reverend was saying, "God is a just God, and he will not let the iniquitous go unpunished! The Bleeder is but a tool in his almighty hand, sent to purge the world of its filth and restore the sanctity of his holy church!"
"Look, Mother, your fuck-buddy pastor has gone mad."
Sandra spat out homophobic slurs.
"You're going to watch this," Spencer said as he pointed to the screen, "because, in your case, it's true."
She said, "What are you talking about?"
"Haven't you figured it out, Mother Dear? Who The Bleeder is?" Spencer's voice was a mocking sing-song.
She looked bewildered.
"Let me enlighten you. The Bleeder is right here." He gestured dramatically to himself. "Your sweet, innocent, little Spencer, the boy you tried to beat to death. I am The Bleeder!"
Kyle chose not to spoil Spencer's ruse. "God is using us sodomites to cleanse his holy church! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Brujo, the highest-priced gay prostitute in Pior Fossa--and Spencer's brother, on our father's side. You remember him, the man you fucked to death?"
On the monitor, Kushim's sermon grew more bizarre. "The Bleeder is none other than the divine hand of God!"
Kyle said, "You know, Spencer, I think we should use this as an educational opportunity for your mother."
Spencer grinned. "What do you have in mind?"
"How about Bible verses? She is a god-fearing Christian after all," Kyle said in a mocking tone.
The fake Jackson's voice on the monitor shouted out, "The Bleeder shall smite the sinners where they live and breathe!"
"Hmm. She does seem rather fond of spouting them. It's always in a 'rules for thee, not for me ' kind of way, but she does love them. How about Matthew 5:30? Do you know that one, Mother?"
She answered in her formerly cutting voice. "Honor thy father and thy mother."
Kyle laughed. "I don't know the Bible, but I don't think that's the right verse. Is it, Brother?"
Spencer said, "No, Brother, it is not. The correct answer was, 'If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away; better to lose one member than to have your whole body cast into hell.'" He picked up the baseball bat from earlier. "This is the same baseball bat that you tried to beat me to death with. You held it in your right hand."
"Perhaps we should assist her in obeying God? I'm afraid we're out of scalpels, so this will have to do." Kyle produced a carving knife from who-knew-where.
Spencer took it. "It'll hurt more, but hey, it'll be memorable."
Kushim's sermon reached a crescendo. "The Bleeder is the wrath of God made manifest!"
Spencer's grip tightened around the knife. "When you beat me, you said it was to make sure I learned my lessons. Well, here's a lesson you'll never forget."
"But don't worry," Kyle said, "we have a blowtorch. You won't bleed out."
"Oh, speaking of not worrying. Yesterday, I said, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to murder you today.' Well, today's a very different sort of day." Spencer said this as if it were parenthetical and hardly worth mentioning.
Sandra's screams filled the room as he hacked off her right hand. When Spencer was finished and tossed the hand aside, Kyle cauterized the wound.
Kushim's words grew into a stage whisper. "And when you see The Bleeder, you will know that you have been judged."
Spencer paused and looked up at the screen. "That's right, Mother. You know you're being judged."
"Why are you doing this?" she choked out.
"Why?" Spencer laughed. "Because you nearly killed me just for being gay. I can't help all the kids who wind up on the streets or dead because their parents are bigots, but I can have my revenge. You should have just loved me for who I am. But no, hate from the pulpit and some stupid words in an old book you've never read were more important to you than your son. But you want to know a little secret?"
"No! No, please! Spencer, I love you!"
"Homophobes are edible," he whispered.
Just then, it occurred to him that he'd picked up that motto from Kyle's mind, back when his telepathy was much weaker. Now that his powers had grown, he hadn't been able to stop himself from reading his mother's thoughts. There was nothing in them that gave him a second's hesitation.
It was also in that moment that he realized that Sven and the other Erkek had been wrong: he hadn't latched onto his mother as prey, as they phrased it. No, he just really, really wanted to kill her. As badly as he'd craved killing her, felt the need in his blood and in his flesh, he now understood that was just the ordinary Erkek drive to slaughter. This, what he felt now, must be what they had meant by "latching on." This was a hundred times more intense. Killing his mother meant everything to him, and nothing would stop him.
Nothing.
He licked up the blood from her arm. Unlike with Altiva Esnobe-Mulher and that drug dealer from yesterday, Spencer did not get an erection, and he certainly didn't cum. But the taste of the blood of the wicked fed that part of him that was not human. It was delicious.
"Here's another Bible verse you should have followed. 1 Peter 4:8, 'This above all things, love each other deeply because love covers a multitude of sins.' You did not love me, so I am going to enact a different verse. Hebrews 9:22, 'Without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness.'"
Kyle added, "You and your bigot friends used up all of Jesus's blood. Looks like you'll just have to shed your own. Brother, would you like to say grace before we partake of Unholy Communion?" And so, while Kyle used his magic to keep her alive, they drank her blood and ate her flesh.
Spencer picked up the aluminum bat, the very one she'd beaten him with, and slammed it into her, again and again. "You don't like this, do you? Well, neither did I. 'You need to learn your lessons.' That's what you said when you tried to kill me."
Eventually, Kyle stopped Spencer. He explained that it wasn't out of any concern for Sandra, but because there was only so much his magic could do to keep her alive with the way Spencer had been pummeling her. Then, explaining he needed to make the wounds look more like his own style, Kyle healed her just a little, here and there.
Kyle went to a shelf and got a couple of joints out of a tin. The brothers smoked them to the sounds of Sandra Williams begging for her life. There would be no forgiveness.
Unfortunately, Spencer's mother was just too damaged for them to torture any more, so they wound up playing games on their phones while they waited. Finally, they received the signal from Kushim. It was time.
Spencer remembered how very insistent Tenno Mikado had been that they kill his mother together and in a very specific way. He didn't much care, but they decided to follow the instructions. Her belly had already been torn open, so it was easy for the both of them to shove their arms up through her abdomen and together grab her still-beating heart.
Sandra had become quiet and appeared to be in shock, so Spencer asked Kyle to pour in more magic to make sure she was fully conscious. When he was sure she was aware, Spencer said his final words to his mother. "When you found out I'm gay, you tore my heart out; so now I'm going to tear out yours."
Just as Tenno Mikado had instructed, they ripped out her heart together.
The moment she died, an incomprehensible blast of Mana erupted from Sandra's heart while they were still holding it. The shockwave was so strong that it sent them both flying. When they hit the wall on the other side of the dungeon, it was in the form of two impossibly large, midnight-black jaguars.
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