AN: Its up! Make sure to let me know what you think of it! Thanks so much for all of the great reviews! It started out as a story to vent. It was going to be a one shot but as the story went on, the more I wanted to know what happened myself. Thank you my fellow followers! It's because of you this story got to where it is now! WARNING: VERY DARK, TOURTURE, AND DEATH3
Once Eric was outside the house he spotted Rick very slowly and patheticly attempting to crawl away. He growled almost silently and stomped up to him. He roughly grabbed him by his jacket and threw in the bed of his pick up. Rick cried out in pain but this will be nothing compared to what he has in store for him. Once he thew him in the back, he dragged him back to the side of the bed and brought him close to his face.
Venom spitting at every word he spoke. "Your right. I wouldn't have shot you in there because of the possibility of waking his parents...its a good thing I had Kyle drug them before going to bed. They'll be fine in the morning but a tornado could rip thru here and they wouldn't wake up." Rick tried to act defiant but inside he was terrified. "You sick fuck. What are you going to do? Torture me?" Eric snarled and hit him with the butt of the gun roughly, making him fall back and a gash of blood appear on his forehead. He was going to say a scary one liner but he decided to just get in and start driving. Leave him guessing.
Its more terrifying that way.
Rick shouted but it came out laced with fear. "Hey! I asked a question!" Eric started the truck up and started driving. The deep woods where his uncle took him to hunt would be the perfect spot. Even has a lake and everything.
No body ever goes up there.
On the ride up Rick was shivering. Both from the bit of blood loss and the freezing cold temp. his lips dried and his cheeks and nose were bright red from the below zero temps of the Colorado winter. He tried to curl up to keep warm but his dislocated knee wouldn't let him. He tried to look at his surroundings but all he saw was a blur of black and shadows.
It felt like hours before they stopped. The truck parked harshly, causing Rick to jolt near the back. He looked up feebly. A cabin? His heart stopped? What the fuck was this kid up to? He heard the crunch of Eric's snow boots coming toward him. He saw him now at the end of the bed of the truck. Suddenly before he could do anything to defend himself, Eric grabbed his ankles and dragged him out. Letting him fall into the snow. There had to be at least two feet of snow he just fell into. Then he was suddenly grabbed by his shirt and dragged. Eric opened the door and threw him in. locking the door with a loud "THUD CLUNK"
Eric turned the lights on and Rick had to close his eyes. The darkness he was in for so long caused his eyes to ache in the sudden light. Once he got his eye sight he saw a simple cabin but something caught his eye. A metal stretcher was in the middle of the room. Bolted down to the floor for less chance of tipping over and a small metal table next to it. His face paled. Just what did this kid have planed? Before he had time to think further Eric grabbed him again and dragged him over and threw him on the stretcher. Making a loud CLANK sound echo in the room. Before he realized what was happening Eric suddenly strapped both his wrists down and ankles. Then Eric came dangerously close to his face. He could feel his breath on his chapped skin.
"There is a special layer of hell for people like you and now your going to get a sample of it before you arrive." Then Eric smirked. "lucky you." Eric turned away and started rifling thru the different instruments on the small table next to him. It was just far enough away that rick couldn't see, until it was too late and Eric held it up to him. Right in front of his face, mocking him, telling him just what he is going to do.
Eric right now held up a metal pole, not very long. About the size of a king-size candy bar but it had two small spikes on the end and a belt around it. Not a large one. Eric leaned down and explained. "This is called Heretics Fork. It will be around your neck and under your chin. It will give you just enough range of motion to talk...barely. " Eric proceed to place the belt around his neck. Once it was there, a little to tightly and put the sharp point underneath his chin, forcing his head upwards. All he could see was ceiling. His body started to shake and tremble in fear and anticipation.
Eric then brought to his view a scalpel with a small, sick smile on his face. "I think you know what this is. This is a scalpel. All surgeons use one. Its capable of cutting thru almost anything. Its cuts thru skin like a hot knife thru butter." Suddenly Eric got a lot closer. Tuffs of his brown hair tickling Ricks nose. "In the off chance somebody comes across your soon to be unrecognizable body, they will know what you are."
Before Rick could even attempt to ask something, Eric cut his shirt off of him. His shirt now in shreds on the floor. He then felt the cold metal of the scalpel hit his chest, cutting. He tried to scream out of reflex but the fork stopped him. He was paused in mid scream the whole time Eric wrote on his chest. Eric didn't rush anything either. He took his time and once he was done you could easily make out the word "RAPIEST" on his chest. Eric took a rag and wiped away the excess blood. He wanted so badly to cry and sob in pain but the fork under his neck prevented him from talking or crying or screaming.
Eric came down to his ear. Bloody scalpel still in hand. He heard Eric growl. "Now all those in hell will know what you are because nobody will find your body." Eric paused. A sudden idea came to him. "Or perhaps they will. But even then I'll make sure every shred of DNA is gone from you. So even when they cant find out who you are, they will know what you are." Eric then started cutting into his chest again with the scalpel A little faster. His movements more filled with haste.
When Eric was done he put the scalpel back on the table and looked down. A sick smiled on his face as he gently lifted the large flap of skin that reads RAPEIST". Mockingly, he showed it to Rick. "There, now that is a masterpiece." Rick's breathing was heavy and each breath put him in agony. He couldn't see but a large square in his chest was cut, showing some of his insides. His ribs were bright white contrasted against the blood and tissue. He swore he was going into shock.
Eric placed the flap of skin in a cooler he placed near him and closed the lid, preserving it. Once he stood back up, he got a small lighter but when he lit it up...it was a mini torch. "Now to take care of those finger prints." He knelled down and started on the thumb. Putting the torch right up to it. Burning the skin. This time Rick screamed. Loudly. He didn't care anymore that the heretics fork was cutting into his neck.
Eric took care of all 10 fingers and he included his toes as well. Soon each finger and toe was bleeding and blistering and Rick was crying large tears down his face. He kept mumbling. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Eric growled and took off the fork and threw it to the ground with a large CLANK "Any last words before hell finally meets you." Rick cried like a little baby. Large sobs. His shoulders and chest heaving. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. Have mercy." Eric punched him hard across the face. "Mercy! You want fucking mercy! Did Kyle say that to you? Did he beg you to stop! And did you listen! No! You kept going! You ignored his pleas! Why shouldn't I give you the same!" Eric suddenly grabbed the red plastic container of gasoline and poured it all over rick. Rick screamed as the gas burned his open chest wound.
Eric went in his pocket and grabbed a box a matches. For effect he striked the match to the side of the box in front of Ricks face. Rick started screaming before it even hit his body. "No,no,no,no! You crazy fu-!" He was cut off as the match fell onto his gasoline covered body, igniting him up in a flame ball. Eric stood back and started to collect the cooler and took it outside. Ignoring Ricks screams of agony. He sat on the bed of the truck and watched him burn from the outside. Once he set the stuff down, he grabbed a cigarette from his jacket and it it up with his tiny lighter. He took a deep inhale and exhaled. He spoke softly. "Everything burns, especially monsters like you."
After about an hour of letting him burn to a crisp. He went back inside. It singed some of the cabin but it wasn't a lot. He brought the cooler with him and this time a staple gun. He opened the cooler and brought out he protected flap of skin. He placed it back to where it was and stapled around the edges.
He than unbolted the table and wheeled it out as if he were some sot of medic. The lake was close and hauled the stretcher into the bed of his truck. It automaticly collapsed into the bed then he closed the gate of the bed. He started the truck up and and drove about a mile away to the lake. He dragged the stretcher out and brought it to the end of the lake. He tied two cinder blocks to his ankles and walked out into the icy lake. There was at least three feet of thickness between him and water. He slowly walked out to the middle of the lake.
He laid the burnt body of Rick down and brought out his jig saw from behind his back. He started to cut into the ice. He cut a hole just big enough to stuff him in. He stuffed Rick into the icy water. And the ice he just cut out floated back to pace. He smirked. It was over. No one could hurt his Kyle now.