- The darkest chapter yet. Comment if ya like it! -
Chapter 4
How had she uncovered this? He had been so careful. The picture from the televised report of the cleansing in Canada. A man on his knees with a gun to his head by a soldier in power armour while the other stood back and watched.
Her accusing eyes burned deep to the soul. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. How much did she know?
"What really happened to my parents!" she snapped. His eyes finally met her icy stare. He felt his betrayal stinging at every muscle.
"Honey. You need to understand that I," he began but her words cut him off.
"Is this man my father, yes or no?" she demanded.
"Sweetie, please let me explain," he tried as he felt his stomach do a flip. She had him cornered.
"Is this you and your friend shooting my real father in the back of the head while he was on his knees!" she screamed.
He didn't need to say it. His expression gave him away. She couldn't bring herself to cry. She never had before why break a clean record and let the tears flow? What conspiracy was this? How had the man who murdered her real father now call her his daughter? He moved towards her but she backed away from him.
"You have to listen to me. I.." he tried. It was clear that she knew a lot.
"NO!" she screamed as she threw her head in her hands and pulled at her hair. She shut her eyes wishing this was all just the nightmare that would end when she opened her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She felt herself get sick to her stomach. She dry heaved as she replayed the video in her mind. She watched it again and again. Once again Haynes tried to embrace her but she slapped his arms away. Without hesitation she ran away in disgust. She didn't know where to go or what to do. All she felt was rage taking over her more than ever. She wanted answers and she knew where she could get them. She heard his voice call for her but she manouvered her way through the narrow hallways to avoid his pursuit.
The temporary housing wing had never been put to use. Never before had they had any visitors to Fort Orleans. Not until yesterday when the arrival of the Enclave Intel Team brought with them her story teller. Weedley's door was marked in chalk. She knocked before coming up with a plan. She thought about running before he answered but something kept her glued to the spot. Her eyes darted in all directions. The wing was deserted so it seemed. She could hear something rustle on the other side of the door and heavy footsteps. Finally the door swung open. Weeds was looking at her slightly bewildered. He made an awkward frown as his brows came to the middle slightly.
"Well this is, interesting" he mumbled as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He grasped a nearly polished off whiskey bottle and slurred when he talked. "What is it kid?" he asked as she stepped into the room and shut the door. She had to be calm and collected if she was going to get the information she needed. She was starring the man responsible for pulling the trigger.
"My Dad doesn't know I'm here," she began when she noticed his brow raise.
"Oh. Well, you want to sit?" he asked as he looked around the small room. There wasn't much to the dark musty room. A single light lit just the small kitchen space and the lower half of the double bed.
That's when she saw it glisten. The officers knife on his bedside table. She looked back at the man and forced a seductive smile.
"I was kind of hoping you'd be able to help me," she told him as she bypassed the small kitchen table and sat on the bedside. She leaned back a little and crossed one leg over the other. He got the hint as he staggered slowly towards her with a smile plastered on his face.
"Geez kid you're a little young don't ya think?" was his best line. That was his concern? Not that he was the man who knowingly murdered her parents. Her age was the issue here?
"I know everyone in this base. None of them appeal to me. I always fantasized that ... my first time would be with a stranger and here you are. I didn't want the opportunity to pass" she teased.
"Fir...first time, huh?" he asked as he blinked several times as the idea of taking this virgin seemed too good to be true.
"Please?" she asked as she bit her bottom lip slightly.
Weeds was stunned. This little virgin was begging him to do her. It was so fucked up. Despite his inebriated state he could still recall doing her mom before blowing her brains out. How could he resist when she offered herself to him like that? He noted her athletic build. Not too tall or short. Her long blonde hair tied back loosely but strands fell over her face. Her ass looked great in the fitted issue dark gray pants. Her tits were begging to be squeezed under that small white T-Shirt. He was imagining biting them as she begged for him. Such a sweet tasty little thing in need of his skills. To have a real man show her what it's like to be a woman.
"Awe babe ... you just lay back and enjoy, ok?" he groaned as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants.
She played her role exceptionally despite wanting to gag when he whipped out his manhood letting his pants fall to his ankles as he approached the bed. He climbed on top taking his weight on his arms placed on either side of her. He leaned down and kissed her neck.
"Mmmmm girl. You're never going to forget this" he whispered in her ear but she didn't hear his words.
She felt so detached from her body. Her eyes were open and yet unfocused as she tried to formulate a plan to get the information she needed. When she felt him reach for her own waistline she snapped back to reality.
"The flexy cuffs," she called out.
"What?" he grumbled.
"The flexy cuffs on the belt of your uniform. For detainees. Let's use them," she suggested curtly as she reached down to the floor and pulled the black pair of flexy cuffs off the belt of his pants that lay there.
"Damn girl I like where your head's at," he told her as he reached for them but she held them tight.
"Let me try," she asked sweetly with a cute smile which was met with a twisted grin on his face.
"Yeah, alright," he mused as he rolled beneath her. She couldn't help but think what fucking idiot would allow the girl whose parents he tortured and murdered to cuff him to a bed? A drunk one was the best answer she could come up with. Sure enough she slipped his wrists into the hard plastic and cuffed him to the bed. His eyes were half shut as he giggled with anticipation.
"Come, sit on my face," he called as the smile grew. At the moment she was seated on his stomach with her knees folded back and on either side of him. It would appear she was looking at him when in truth she had the knife in her sights. She wanted to see it - the terror in his eyes. She wanted to know the truth. How much of it was real. How accurate was her dream? She didn't want him to panic so she kissed up his chest lifting his shirt as she wandered higher towards his neck. He closed his eyes taking in the sensation unaware her hand had reached for the small blade. Her fingers coiled around the handle as she pressed the metal across the flesh of his neck.
His eyes flashed open.
"BITCH!" he snapped violently when he saw the knife. He bucked and kicked but it did very little the way he was bound with both arms raised over his head.
"Shut the fuck up and listen," she barked in a low cruel whisper. "If you value that cock of yours you seemed so excited to fuck me with, then you're going to answer my questions."
He strained and heaved but it was clear he wasn't going anywhere. Still, he called a bluff.
"Fuck you bitch. You aren't getting shit," he spat back at her.
Without hesitation she reached up to his face and took his ear in her hand.
"Last chance," she murmured.
He looked up at her with a fiery loathing glare. She could see the twitch in his snarl. His face was filled with blood it almost glowed red. He was straining against the cuffs. His hands were white with all the effort he put in and yet they held. Accepting he was stuck there he raised his chin and spat on her face.
Her lip twitched as she contained her desire to lash out and go on a stabbing rampage. She merely raised her arms and wiped the spit from her cheek.
When she began to cut he screamed and kicked harder than ever. It was pretty hard to avoid the flying knees and the biting at the same time. It didn't help that the knife was somewhat dull and the ear didn't sever as well as she thought it would. It ripped and sawed as she met flesh and cartilage with the blade. Like cutting a very tough and overcooked piece of meat. It took effort but she finally had the fold of skin in her hand and was dangling it for his view as a sadistic smile plastered across her face. She was enjoying this. Perhaps too much but she wasn't about to let morals get in the way of her goal.
"PSYCHOTIC CUNT I AM GOING TO STICK THAT KNIFE IN YOUR ASS THE SECOND YOU..." she pulled a sock off her foot and stuffed it in his mouth.
"Now, maybe you'll listen to my questions," she said calmly as she placed the ear on the ground. Despite the wound there was not as much blood as she thought there would be. His pillow was soaked there was no question about that but it seemed to be stopping already.
She slid down his body and grasped his penis in her hands. She placed the knife to the shaft and asked her first question. She could see his eyes bulge. His entire body went rigid as he felt the serrated edge touch his exposed flesh. He snapped his eyes shut for a moment thinking she was going to do it right that second but she didn't. He knew she wasn't fucking around anymore.
His ear was now cleanly severed from his head. What was chopping off his dick in comparison? In her eyes, probably not much.
If he played along with her little game maybe it would spare him further agony. The second he felt his bonds come lose or she released him he vowed he would make her suffer to the end for this just as her mother had.
"Where were you when you shot the man in the televised report?" she asked. Now she removed the sock. He glared at her with burning hatred but he didn't scream.
"Vancouver, British Columbia," he groaned.
"Where's that?"
"South West city in Canada"
"What were you doing?"
"We were part of a Special Psychological Operations team called in to infiltrate key players in the Canadian offense before The Great War"
"What was my Da ... General Haynes' position?"
"He was a Major back then. He was platoon commander and I was his second in command"
"Who was that man? The one you executed?"
Weeds paused. He had to choose his words carefully so not to insult her further. She held the knife and one violent outburst could mean the end for Weeds Junior.
"He was an insurgent. Canadian citizen planning the assassination of the American Field Commander"
"Who was he to me?"
Again, Weeds paused. He looked right at her as he spoke.
"I suppose he was your real father," he informed.
She felt her heart race as the questions went on.
"What happened to my mother?"
"We killed her too," was all he said. No need to go into the details of that fiasco. She held a knife to his dick. One wrong word and off it went.
She struggled a bit with the next question.
"Why?"
"Because they were Canadians. No one would care," he mumbled as his eyes fell from her own.
The next few seconds were hazy. The room seemed to spin and she felt like she had been removed from her body and was watching something out of a movie. When reality finally came to her she saw the mess before her.
Weeds was dead. How much time had gone by? She could vaguely recall the events that just took place. How she slowly severed his balls from the rest of his body. How he writhed in agony screaming and calling her every name he could possibly come up with. The tears that mixed with his blood on the pillow. She recalled how he threw up as the pain overwhelmed him. He wouldn't stop screaming, she placed his severed scrotum in his mouth to muffle his cries. She noted the knife carved deeply down his chest now embedded in his middle. It was twisted to the left. Blood was splattered everywhere. She was covered in it. The floor. The ceiling. The mattress soaked through. Everything was coated in the thick red liquid of life.
She got off of him and backed towards the door. There was no getting out of this one. She had to go. Now. She had to leave. She casually walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower with all her clothes. She looked down at the warm crimson water swirling down the drain. She didn't turn the tap off until the water ran clear. She dried herself off with the towel on the rack as best as she could and wandered back into the living area. She pulled out a chair and sat staring at the body. She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally rose from the chair and began to walk towards the Research Labs of the base. No one seemed to raise their eyes off their work as the damp teen walked casually through the halls. No one noticed her lack of sock. It wasn't uncommon for her to be down here. Daddy's little girl out and about as usual.
She only had one goal – get to Canada. She didn't know what to expect when she got there. All she really knew was post Great War life in Fort Orleans. What was the world going to be like? Where the hell was Canada other than /North/.? She was going to need help and she knew where to get it. The Weapons Vault was guarded by a pass code only. Fortunately for her she uncovered this code years ago during one of her office raids. She punched in the number and the vault door swung open. There it was. The Stealth Armour and the Gauss Rifle just begging to be taken. She quickly put on the armour and took up the weapon. Now it was time to get out of here. As she had watched Major Lee perform the functions of the suit, she mimicked the Majors actions and instantly she was cloaked. Careful to avoid running into some one she was nearly at the base lockdown door when the alarms went off.
"Shit..." she mumbled as she looked around for a way to open the door before they caught up to her. Truth was she had no idea how to get out of here. This was one pass code The General kept very secret even from her.
The flashes of red were a nuisance as she scoured the panels for a button, an override, anything when a man's voice forced her to spin around.
"I know you're in here," he said. His voice was pained and heavy with sorrow. Haynes stood unarmed across the room looking around for any glimpse of her. It was clear he couldn't see her.
"They discovered Weeds. When I was informed - I knew it was you. You tripped my private alarm when you stole the armour too," he spoke softly. "You deserve to hate me."
"You forced me to live in this fabricated life," her voice called back to him. The echo made it impossible to track.
"After the events of that day I became a changed man," he told her as he took several steps forward.
"All this time I grew up believing I was all fucked up for the wrong reasons. You medicated me so I would never be able to remember. You raised me because you felt guilty for what you had done. You should have let me die with my real parents," she said trying to mask her hysterics.
"I know it's hard to understand but please believe I did love you and still do," he tried.
"I will never forgive you for this," she called out.
"I don't expect you to but I need you to give this up. You're not going to be able to take out everyone in this facility on your own. If you hand everything back to me I may be able to help you," he told her.
"I have no intent on killing anyone and you're right. You are going to help me. You're going to enter the pass code and open this door," she instructed.
"I can't do that..."
/WHOOSH/
A round connected with the wall just to the left of his head. His ears rang and he staggered for a moment. She had missed but barely.
"Please child, that weapon isn't meant to be in the hands of a young..."
"General. I won't ask you again. Enter the pass code so that I may leave," she ordered.
"And where will you go? You don't know what's out there. It's far more dangerous than you could ever comprehend."
"I am leaving. That's that," she snapped "Unless you want this to end in a bloody shoot out I suggest you comply."
He sighed and move to the controls. He inserted his key and entered the code. The buzzer went off as the massive metal door opened.
He forced a smile as the buzzer drew silent.
"I always tried to do right by you. You were my daughter" he uttered somberly.
She was in the doorway, cloaked in her armour ready to accept the outside world when she looked back at him.
"I was never you're daughter"
With that, she turned and left the base.
