Chapter 9-cuCkOo'S nESt

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WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence, murder and necrophilia… if you are uncomfortable with the content, please don't read.

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He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one

For a fortune he'd quit
But it's hard to admit
How it ends and begins

On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here

On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit
through the blood he can look
see the lives that he took

From a count to the one
He'll decide when he's done

With the innocent

On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message here

On his face is a map of the world

30 Seconds to Mars - From Yesterday (taken from their CD A BEAUTIFUL LIE)

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There wasn't enough…

There was never enough to satiate him or his hunger. After his first time, his first kill, many years ago, his appetite could only grow.

And it did.

He licked his already wet lips and shivered. He could still taste him…

His mind drifted to his past. He didn't do this often because of his inability to focus, but tonight he was satiated… for the moment at least.

A doctor had asked him why he had done those atrocities, he honestly couldn't answer him. He couldn't define the moment everything had turned dark or the reason for it. He only knew that he really didn't mind becoming the man he was. In fact he liked it.

The doctor had ordered his commitment to the hospital for the mentally insane the minute he realised that his patient was getting sickly horny just by talking about his victims and the things he had done to them.

From there, everything got twisted. What was supposed to be a time of therapy, balance and recuperation, turned out to be a deeper path, a faster descent to the monster he was seeing today in the mirror.

Being in that asylum was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him; because there he had met Jacob Mandeson. It was funny how a man can change another's life. From all the people he had met, Jacob was the only one who not only had accepted him for what he was, but he encouraged him also. Henry never asked him why, but he guessed it was because Jacob was the same beast as he was. Of course 'beast' was not the word used, but still it was the same thing with the word 'patient'. And he really didn't mind.

After having met Jacob, Henry's past had become a blur, a fog of mixed feelings and sensations. Jacob had promised him a world of pleasures beyond his imagination, a world where he would get everything he wanted…

…If only he would help him complete his plan. Henry had agreed without a second thought.

Finding Jacob's son had been easier than he thought because he was famous. Capturing him though was more complicated and in the end it didn't turn out to be as they had planned; and that was because of Jacob's own instability. Originally they were going to use Adam's lover as simple bait, but by the time he was kidnapped, Jacob was already crazed and lost. He used Oscar as bait alright, but he didn't dispose of him like he was supposed to. Instead he kept him in that cabin and used him to satisfy his own needs, neglecting his promise to Henry; forgetting what he had promised to him.

And Henry was getting angrier.

Then Jacob's son, Adam, had taken the bait and it seemed that finally Henry was going to get what he wanted...

A dead body to fuck.

But then, everything was ruined and he didn't know why. The only thing he knew was that he had heard gunshots from the cabin and police sirens… Frustrated that he hadn't finished fucking this creature to death, he was forced to flee with Anderson.

Jacob had died and he was left with nothing but a dead promise and a world of unquenched desire and hatred. He hadn't had the time taking what was rightfully his… he hadn't taken what Jacob had promised him… and now Jacob was dead…

And he was enraged.

He was forced to hide and keep low… still not able to get what he needed… what he desired most… he had spent months in hiding and as hard it had been the only thing that kept him going was his revenge.

Revenge.

With the thought of revenge, he could feel his teeth gritting and his fingers trembling with anticipation.

And his revenge was going to be twofold… and so sweet.

He interrupted his thoughts and stepped away from the closed window he had been standing all this time. He was looking at the boarded up broken window of a five storey abandoned building… he always found it easy to remember and think when he was focusing his eyes on bizarre places, like shadows, broken glass, burnt wood…

The room didn't have a door and no furniture at all. Rats and cockroaches crawled around the place and no one else dared come near this room. He sat down on the filthy floor and continued his gazing on the wall in front of him.

He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. He wanted to lie down and just drift to sleep; but it has been a long time since he was able to do that. He was tired but still unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his heart would start racing fast and adrenaline would run through his heart.

Tonight was one of those nights. Unable to sleep he just sat there. He was alone tonight.

He needed to be alone because for the first time in a while he was feeling a little peaceful. He brought his fingers up and looked at them. There was still blood on them… dried blood… cold blood… but still it tasted so good to him. Obscenely he opened his mouth and put two fingers inside, letting the blood mix with his saliva. The taste brought him back the memory of what he had done just a few days ago.

He let the blood linger in his mouth licking savagely his fingers. His eyes rolled back and he moaned in anticipation.

The metallic taste of blood reminded him of his revenge.

Finding Jacob's son had been easy like it was the first time. Sneaking in the hotel was even easier using the basement. But finding his room was difficult. He had spent five hours hidden in the hotel waiting for the opportune moment. It had come late at night, when the receptionist left to use the toilet. One quick searched revealed that Adam Copeland slept in room 606. Snatching the skeleton key that lay on the desk, he left quietly for the stairs.

Henry used his free hand to unzip his pants and release his pulsing cock from its confines. It was already hard and dripping with pre-cum. His hand reached down and started jerking off slowly at first, still tasting the blood from his other hand.

They slipped in the room so quietly. At first they didn't see Adam but soon water running revealed them his location. He took his switchblade out and snapped it open with a soft clicking sound. Adam came out of the bathroom almost running but he didn't see them waiting for him with their backs against the wall. He was eager to reach the phone but Anderson's strong arms were quick enough to grab him from behind. Henry didn't wait for foreplay. He gave Adam one last look, enough to make sure his victim knew who he was, and stuck his knife in the Canadian's neck preventing him from screaming. He fisted the knife harder and as he kept his eyes on his victim, he pushed it deeper and then used all his force to slice his neck from one side to the other.

Anderson's grip loosened when he felt Adam's body go limp but he didn't let go. Adam's head tilted freakishly backwards and blood started spurting out from the deep cut. Henry looked one last time those glassy dead eyes and leaned forward. He plunged his fingers in the running blood as he grabbed his throat and opened his mouth letting the warm blood fill him completely. He never was one to drink the blood of his victims, but this one was special. He felt that by drinking his blood he was taking his revenge… against Jacob, who had tricked him and hadn't kept his promise; who had died so ungracefully; who had lost his mind and hadn't stick to the original plan; who had given him Rey to satisfy him too late. He tasted the blood running down his throat and it made him sick; but he didn't care. Killing Jacob's only son was as good as killing the man himself. Revenge had the flavour he always thought it had… warm, thick and sick.

Nothing felt better than this and he was relieved to experience a familiar sensation coming to life once again after a long time.

Anderson didn't need to be told. He removed his hands from the dead body and it fell on the floor like a broken, boneless and used doll. Henry stood above the dead man and stared with crazed eyes. Adam's long blond hair were soaking in blood, taking a twisted shade of dark red and his eyes… those eyes once alive with joy, happiness and love were now covered by the cold merciless hand of death.

Henry's hand started pumping faster as his memory advanced and his cock was harder that ever. He would have spilled his sperm right then but he held on, wanting it to last as long as he could. Harsh moans escaped him and he but his bottom lip in anticipation.

He leaned over the mangled body and his smile grew; not a smile of compassion or happiness, but an evil mask of lust and exhilaration. Already the bulge in his jeans had grown and he was hard just from slashing the man's throat. His throat was trembling… too eager to do at last what was deprived from him. He kneeled down next to Adam's dead body and without hesitation or remorse removed his pants and underwear and with one swift move flipped him over to his stomach. Eagerness made his own hands shake as he unzipped his jeans. Using his blooding hands, he spread Adam's ass cheeks and a load moan escaped him.

With one violent thrust he entered and stayed immobile for a few seconds trying to control his urges… wanting it last for a while at least. It had been such a long time since he hadn't the opportunity to fuck a dead body… he had to try really hard not to come immediately as his cock pushed its way into the dry narrow opening. Fucking this man was painful, even for him, but that was part of the pleasure. He used some of the blood on his hands to lubricate the opening a bit and then pushed deeper, letting a hiss echo in the room.

Anderson stood a few feet away from Henry. He was looking at him with half opened eyes, wet lips and hand jerking off at the rhythm of Henry's screw. Little sounds emanated from him but they were drowned by Henry's incessant moans that steadily were becoming screams.

Soon the sound of flesh slapping against wet dead flesh become too much and Henry found that he couldn't hold on as long as he wished to. Blood covered not only his hands and his face but also his dick and Adam's ass hole. His thrusts grew faster and faster as Adam's body jerked violently with every move, limps convulsing by the force of the rapist.

When Henry came, he let out a loud animalistic cry, nothing Anderson had heard before… but that didn't stop him from reaching his own climax and spilling his sperm all over the carpet.

'Fuck you, you son of a bitch' Henry breathed. His tone was addressing to the dead man underneath him.

He got out of Adam's ass and leaned forward. He jerked his face towards him and met his dead eyes.

'When you see your father in hell, tell him how much I loved you tonight… you fuck…' he spat ironically as if he could hear him. He licked one last time the blood that now covered Adam's face and stood up. Anderson was waiting by the door, his expression calm and stern as ever.

'We left behind a lot of evidence' he said before they left the room.

'It doesn't matter' Henry replied. He smiled and then added. 'Besides, let them know… let them get scared'

They left the hotel quietly without anyone noticing them

When Henry opened his eyes, his hand was coated with blood and semen… his own. He had ejaculated sometime in his reverie and his body was now reacting by shaking.

It felt so good to do this again.

A shadow from the door drew his attention. Anderson had come at some point while he was busy jerking off. Casually, Henry stood up and walked to him.

"Did you find him?"

A nod… that was good sign from the taciturn man.

"Where is he?"

"Here… he came tonight from the funeral…"

"Did you find out where he is staying?"

Again a nod.

"How long is he in town?"

"A week"

Henry smiled satisfied.

"Why?" Anderson asked. "Why him?"

Henry walked away and approached the boarded up window. A black cockroach was crawling across a wooden plank. Swiftly Henry grabbed it and kept it in his fist.

"Because I don't like loose ends; because that son of a whore was mine; because he escaped by pure chance; because he got away; because now it's time to finish what was started"

By the time he finished he long sentence his hand had become such a tight fist that the cockroach was squashed between his fingers and its juices mixed with blood. Blood had risen to his head and he could actually hear his pulse in his ears.

Anderson didn't move. Cold as always, he stood by the door and waited. Henry didn't bother wiping away his hand from the blood or the dead cockroach. When he turned around, the smile had returned to his lips; rotten teeth, clacked lips and two eyes shining with hatred and lust.

"Come…" he simply said and walked out the door. "We have work to do before the end…"

Before the end…

Anderson didn't bother with his words. He knew that whatever the man meant with this, he would soon find out. He carried his big muscled body out of the building and followed Henry into the night.

No stars tonight.

No moon either.

No hope for the ignorant.