(WARNING: This chapter contains language, violence, sexual references, and an intense scene of torture)
With A Smile Comes Fear
PART 2
"Cheese graters are for real men."
"You remember the old child hood rhyme don't ya? 'Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down!' You know what that shit really means? Well then, I'll enlighten ya: Remember a little thing that swept through Europe called the plague? Well during this epidemic, the infected people formed rosy red spots all of their bodies with a dark ring around them, hence 'Ring around the rosy'. Also, people infected with this mass killer began to stink of death, and were forced to stuff posies in their pockets to keep the stench under wraps, hence 'pocket full of posies'. Then there's 'Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.' This refers to being burned alive by the various beasts of humans that cared only for themselves and falling to the ground with death following you. Make no mistake about it my friends, this world is one fucked up place. Remember that as the children dance and play to a song about a disease that slaughtered countless innocent people!" --Coyote Smith--
Although it took nearly all his strength, the door smashed down to the wooden plank floor like a sack of heads. He arrived right on time to catch the fucker performing his sick pleasures on one of the children. The kid's head bobbed up and down in the man's lap only for a split second after the door crashed to the floor frightening the man, the child, and the man in the corner of the room.
Before the observing man had a chance to fire of the 12 gauge slug he had in store, Dan raised his massive revolver in direct alignment with the man's torso. One shot straight to the right of the man's belly button, the second just inches above the previous, and the third straight to the throat. As Dan's shooting hand raised from the final burst of recoil the carcass lunged wildly at the shack wall behind him, painting a streak of red art as it slid to the floor.
Dan slowly regained standing stance and glared at the man. His focus flashed to the frightened child, rising up from the man's groin. The child's eyes widened as they met up with Dan's angry stare.
"Get out of here. Get somewhere safe." Dan's voice ordered.
The little girl ran as fast as her little feet would carry her out the door.
The man sitting in the chair shook frantically, unsure of what might become of him. He cautiously pulled up his pants and sat back down, awaiting the next course of action Dan would take.
Finally, after a few moments of constant pacing around the room, Dan spoke.
"I like the little set up you have in here." Dan complimented as he looked around the tiny shack. It apparently was a summer restaurant people could eat at while strolling along the docks for an afternoon of enjoyment.
The man sat confused and uncertain of how to reply to Dan's random choice of conversation. "Yes.." the man barely had time to let out that single word before Dan snapped.
Dan did a complete pivot around and pointed his hand cannon directly into the face. "Don't speak a single word you fucking pedophile! You like to fuck children? Huh?" Dan growled.
The man's jerked back unsteadily. He began to flinch with every slight movement Dan made. As a tear slowly slid down his cheek he spoke. "I.."
The man's words were cut off once more, this time from the explosion of a gunshot sent directly to his knee cap.
"AhHhHhHhHh!" The man squeeled. He began to mutter something in Spanish, obviously his home language due to the look of his skin tone. He grasped his thigh, trying vigorously to stop the blood from oozing out of the open veins and vessels that dangled from his now partialy severed leg. Dan grinned, watching the man struggle to keep from slipping into shock. The more the man wiggled around, the more it became evident that the only thing keeping his leg from falling to the floor were small bits of skin, flesh, and what remained of the knee of his pants.
Dan looked straight into the man's squinting eyes. "If you want things to go well when you wake up, make sure you have a smile on your face."
The man slowly slipped into darkness.
The scene was set. The look on the man's awakening face brought joy to Dan's thoughts of what was to come. The setting sun was shining in ever so beautifully right onto the man's position on the chair. You could hear the waves smacking against the beach below just faintly enough to give the setting a serene taste to it.
"There you are sleepy head! You've been out for..oh..just over two hours now. Any dreams?" Dan said with a tone of excitement.
The man just sat, unsure of anything, and still a little dazed from the recent nap.
"It's alright," Dan began once again. "You don't have to answer. I just wanted to let you know that if you notice anytime soon that you can't move, it's because I bound you to the chair with some rope I found down in one of those cupboards. Oh! Also, I tied up your leg so you wouldn't be leaking your bloody mess all over the floor."
The man attempted to move, I guess just to make sure Dan wasn't fibbing, and sure enough he wasn't. He wasn't kidding about the rope around his now completely severed leg, which Dan had taken the authority of tearing the rest of the way off and throwing it upon the man he had shot earlier.
Dan stood up from the floor slowly, stretching his arms and legs. He walked slowly over to the center of attention, the 'beauty' of the room.
Dan looked at him, puzzled. "I didn't catch your name."
The man spit out his answer. "Carlos Simon. My brothers..."
"I don't give a fuck about your brothers you son of a whore. I came today to ask you one single question. I'll get it out of the way right now that there's a hard way of doing this and a very simple way. The simple way: Just fucking tell me. The hard way, however: I get the answer out of you however I want."
Carlos's eyes darted left to right, afraid to go on any further. Sweat began to drip wildly down his face and unto his bare chest.
"Ok Carlos. I don't want to know who is doing this or where they're doing this because my friend is already checking into that for me, but what I do want to know is WHY they are doing this and HOW. Of course by 'this' you know I mean the breeding of the thing I hate most: Those fucking heaven smiles. So...why, and how Carlos?"
Carlos obviously valued his life because he answered the first question in an instant.
"These people...it is their job now! They were appointed by Kun Lan himself as reanimators! Kun Lan can't turn everyone into his minions himself, so he forces people to do it for him!Their job is to breathe new life into people! The people can be dead or alive, it doesn't matter. This way, Kun Lan can turn people into the smiles faster! Their are factories all over the fucking place keeping the bodies of the dead warm for the breeding process, and their are camps keeping the live people alive to become hosts! I SWEAR THAT'S THE TRUTH!"
"Wow! I am impressed Carlos. You still failed to answer my one question: How?" Dan stated calmly.
Carlos hesitated. "Please, don't make me do this..I promise you I won't help with it anymore!" he wept.
"Answer the question Carlos." Dan said, aggravation beginning to set in on him.
Carlos remained silent, biting his lower lip.
"Okay, you chose the hard way."
Dan walked to the counter behind Carlos, out of his view. Carlos could here metal objects clanging about. About half a minute later Dan came back into view of his hostage.
Dan held his hands behind his back and began to speak.
"I gotta know, Carlos. When you fuck those kids, does it make you feel like a man?"
"...No.." Carlos whispered.
"And when you torture them with your knives and what not, do you feel like a man then?"
"..NO!.." Carlos cried out.
"Good Carlos, I didn't think so." Dan pulled his hands out from behind his back and revealed it to Carlos.
"Cheese graters are for real men. If you want to torture someone it works best if you use something no one would use in the same situation. It just brings life to the scene Carlos."
The grater shined as the sunlight shined off of its surface onto Carlos's chest.
Dan swiftly jumped onto Carlos's lap, straddling his blood stained pants, and pressed the cheese grater against his sweat glistening chest.
"You had to choose the hard way didn't you Carlos?" Dan roared, spitting on his victim's face.
Dan pressed the grater as hard as he could and pulled down ever so slowly.
Carlos began to yelp with unimaginable pain as the grater sliced through his skin. He could feel his warm flesh slowly being introduced to the air. Blood slid down his chest and onto Dan's clothing. The hairs of his chest began clumping within the holes of the sharp tool, forcing Dan to yank harder and harder to get the skin to slide through. When strands of skin were hanging in approximately six inch curls Dan stopped.
"Ready to answer?" Dan sighed.
Carlos was panting for breath after his horrendous screams.
"Fine, don't answer." Dan said childishly.
He tore the grate from that part of his skin and turned it sideways and went to work on a new part of Carlos's chest. Dan scraped away at the fresh, uncut skin, turning it into the bloody pulp he intended it to be. He scraped until he came to the previous gashes from the grater and the scraped over those, making the intersections of the tidy lines gush with blood and clumps of hair.
Carlos continued his untamed howl of pain. Dan stopped for a moment.
"Answer the question you piece of shit!"
Carlos still only moaned and rolled his neck in agony.
Dan shrugged his shoulders, and went at it one final time.
He pulled the grater down slowly and the began going over the same spot over and over again. He scraped and scraped, blood squirting upon his chest and face. He went on for a number of seconds until the gashes revealed Carlos's insides...
As Carlos's squeels gradually came down to gasps for breath, he answered Dan's question slowly.
"They lay..the eggs. In the people..they lay them. The dead bodies are kept warm..so..so..the eggs can..hatch. The live..people..take less..time to hatch them." Carlos spat out slowly, trying to make sense with his slurred words.
Dan hopped up from the fleshy, gory mess that was now Carlos Simon. He wiped the strands of skin of his wrists and shirt and then wiped his blood drenched face off on his sleeve.
"Thanks Carlos, your help is greatly appreciated." Dan said joyfully.
He dropped the flesh covered cheese grater to the floor and grabbed his revolver of the counter.
"Unfortunately for you, you're of no use to me any longer."
Dan blasted two rounds into Carlos's remaining leg, severing it completely and sending it flopping to the floor in the puddle of mucus and gore. Carlos began the same ear piercing scream as before. Dan pointed the gun to his head and squeezed the trigger.
'CLICK'
"Oops! Out of ammo!" Dan snickered with surprise.
He stood up straight and dug in his pockets. Carlos just stared, his eyes blinking the blood out of them. Dan dug for another moment or two, and then found what he was looking for.
He snapped the revolver's warm cylinder open and dropped one shot inside one of the six empty slots.
"Sorry to keep you waiting buddy." Dan apologized.
He raised his gun to Carlos's head one last time and sent Carlos's thought's memories, and fucked up ideas for the future to the wall behind him (along with giblets of skull).
"See ya in hell!" Dan yelled back to the destroyed body of his victim as he walked out the door and into the sunlight.
"It'll be a damn shame if Garcian already knew all that shit." Dan laughed to himself.
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