Metcalf's Cannibal Farm

Not going to lie, I'm disappointed with last chapter. It got half the amount of reviews that the first chapter had. Come on guys, really? There ain't much writers left on fanfiction for Andi Mack, don't make me quit too. If you don't enjoy the story please help me out, and drop a review or private message telling me why, and or some stuff that I could do to fix it. Please, and thank you for any constructive criticism.

Chapter 3 - Desperate Times

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The group woke up in cages to figure out that Marty, and Andi are dead. Dr Metcalf tells them a story about his son who got burned, and why they now run a cannibal farm. Also about how his wife had killed herself. Lastly Metcalf gave Amber a key to escape, but the problem was the power supply unit running high volts of electricity through all of the cages.

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Amber was confused why Dr Metcalf had left them with all the things they needed to be freed. Or maybe he was just saying that to give them all a false sense of hope. They all knew that Cyrus definitely needed that sense of hope right now. Everytime he looked anywhere in the room it seemed like he was terrified, and was waiting for something to pop out, and kill him. The red eerie light from the furnace didn't help to calm Cyrus' nerves even though he was the farthest one away from the furnace.

"Great now unlock your cage, and get the rest of us the hell out of this place," Buffy said towards Amber who was holding the key between her fingers. It amazed her that one little piece of metal was the key to her freedom, literally, and figuratively.

"I can't," Amber told Buffy. "Did you not watch Jonah get zapped by the electricity?"

"Yeah, don't even try," Jonah told her. "It was probably one of the most painful things I've ever experienced."
"Probably not as painful as anal," Cyrus sourly muttered to Jonah. He normally wouldn't say something like that, but hey he was probably going to die soon, so what did it matter?

"Guess I'll never find out, unless we can get out of here," Jonah said directed towards Cyrus. He had thought about trying to top Jonah, but he was always too scared to ask. Jonah just seemed like the type of guy to only give anal, and never receive it. And what really killed Cyrus was how magnificent Jonah's ass was, or maximum docious magocious as Jonah would put it. The crazy part was with Jonah saying his dorky stuff, somehow he was still seen as the dorky one, and not Jonah.

Suddenly the sliding door came back open, and in walked Dr Metcalf with his son whose face horrified every single one of them. It was a face that only a father could love despite the literal face on his son not being his own. Jonah once again covered his ears, and Cyrus felt bad watching him suffer like that. Metcalf definitely cause some sort of damage to his head when he knocked him out.

"I almost forgot five of you still alive is too much for us to handle," Dr Metcalf told everyone. His son walked around carrying a sawn off shotgun going to each of the cages. "Oh yeah also my son here is going to chose one of you to kill."

The ugly man with chains still dragging from one of his feet stopped in front of Cyrus' cage for him to squirm, and beg, "please don't kill me. Please I promise I won't hurt you or tell anyone, please."

"Funny," Dr Metcalf said while his son grunted. "You can't hurt anything, but yourself while you're in that cage." Cyrus was now profusely shaking, as he turned to look at Jonah while the barrells of the gun pointed at his own head.

"I love you Jonah, I'm so sorry I brought you along with me on this trip," Cyrus told him as his final farewell. The man leapt forward towards Cyrus scaring him even more before backing away no longer having the gun pointing at him. Cyrus sat on the ground catching his breath while he watched the backside of his boots lift up, and go back down as we walked over to Amber's cage. He looked at Amber, and aimed the shotgun, and turned to Metcalf for his approval.

"No, you can't kill her, she has the key, unless she wants to pass it on to someone else so they don't have to die. Despite it being the key to your escape, it's also the key to your survival. If you love someone in here more than yourself, I advise you to give it to them now," Metcalf told both Amber, and his son.

The dirty haired blonde looked over at her boyfriend TJ. Then back down to the key in her hands. She was trying to make one of the toughest decisions in her life. Unlike her heart, the key in her hand was made of gold. She closed her hands enclosing the key making her decision. TJ was fine with that, if he died, he died.

The shotgun got lowered now that he was not able to kill her. From a lucky guess he moved over to the cage next to Amber's which held TJ. TJ got one look at the eyes of the bastard, and yelled, "go ahead shoot me. I don't care. Come one I wanna die. Shoot me motha fu-" TJ was cut off by the top half of his head being splattered against the wall, and onto the cage behind him as his body dropped.

All of them in cages screamed seeing the flesh, and blood on the cage sizzle, and burn while a tremendous amount of blood spewed out from the top of his head. Everything above his nose was missing, and the chunks of stuff that lay exposed was unidentifiable. A few chunks of his head stuck out from the dark flesh remaining a light pink fleshy color. While the bones of his skull had blood running of it, exposing the white color in the cataphoric view of what used to be his head.

Cyrus was not the only one crying. Jonah had tears of pain from the loud bang of the gun. Meanwhile Cyrus shook in a ball formation, it was bad enough seeing mutilated bodies on a horror movie, but in real life was too much for him. His throat clogged up with a knot, and he swore he was about to vomit his insides out.

Luckily for Amber, TJ's head landed on the opposite side of the cage from her so the closer end of TJ was his legs, and feet also known as not the disgusting part to look at. There it was for Amber, her boyfriend, now dead. He could have been saved if she had given him the key, but then she would be the one dead. The immedient guilt was sure to traumatize her for the remaining amount of life she has left no matter how long that may be.

The rancid smell kicked in from the burnt splatters of TJ's head that hit the electric cage. Buffy could even see the smoldering chunks touching the cage producing thick clouds of smoke, in a dark gray color. Amber began to cough on the smoke that infiltrated her nostrils, and to choke on the tears of guilt she had for her corpse of a boyfriend. The relief for Jonah's ears was almost over when the sliding door got closed again. None of them had realized that Metcalf, and his son had slipped away in all the chaos.

Cyrus made sure that when he opened his eyes that the was not facing anywhere near TJ. Buffy had then asked the question, "now what? He's dead, and we can't use the key?" The group thought while Buffy remembered back on something.

"Aye Jonah, there is a silver thing in there with you, what is it?" Buffy asked.

Jonah started flinging up straw like it was life or death if he didn't find it in the next couple of seconds. Fairly soon his hand came in contact with it making it fly, and hit the bar of his cage ringing a bit. "Ow, that noise hurts my head," Jonah said. He then grabbed the silver dish, and held it up, "it's just a bowl."

"Wait I think I know what we can do," Buffy announced. The electricity is what is keeping Amber from using the key to unlock the cages right? Well the power supply unit is pretty close to Amber. If we could just throw some liquid on it, it would short circuit, and then she could unlock the cages, and let us escape."
Buffy's ingenious thought had ended, and Cyrus asked, "that's a excellent idea. Just how do you suppose we get the liquid to do it, huh?"

"Hold on, I'm getting there," Buffy said. She positioned herself finding that no matter what way she sat in the cage, even with the straw it was uncomfortable. "Jonah you have that bowl in your cage, we can use that to hold the liquid. We just need to pass it over to Amber so she can use it to throw the liquid on it."

Amber than asked, "what do you want me to do? Spit a gallon of saliva into the bowl?"

"No that would be impossible, I was thinking more of," Buffy said pointing over at TJ's dead body. Amber cocked her head to the side not getting it. "Get his blood."

"How his head is way over on the other side? The only thing I can do is get his ankles which aren't bleeding," Amber pointed out.

Jonah then jumped into the conversation, and said, "I think she wants you to make him bleed."

"Yeah, just bite into his leg hard enough to draw blood," Buffy said.

Cyrus then screamed, "no you can't do that. It's cannibalism."

"Cyrus what do you think this is? A cannibal farm," Amber pointed out. "Also don't you think that is easier said than done? He was my boyfriend after all. Amber then remembered something that she had said when she first got put into the cage.

"What do you want from us," Jonah cried out.

"Oh well you see that is simple," Dr Metcalf said folding his hands together as he walked down the middle aisle between the two sets of three cages. He paced back, and forth as he spoke. "I have a business which you are part of now. Not as a worker, but as a supply. You see you all will be killed, and prepared as food for other families to eat. This is a cannibal farm, I myself am very found of the extravagant flavor of human, and the divine texture of the meat. You know if any of you are hungry we got some fresh Marty, and Andi."

"No way, I am not eating humans," Amber voiced in a stern manner.

Amber let that feeling sink in. She had lied. She promised herself that she would not eat humans, especially not her boyfriend. Buffy then encouraged Amber, "you have to do it. Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you don't do it, we will all die"

"Fine, but I don't want any of you to watch while I do it," Amber said.

"Oh believe me, I won't," Cyrus said. Buffy signaled for Jonah to pass the dish over. Jonah grabbed the dish, and held it diagonal to get it through the square hole in the pipe frame cage. He was careful to make sure his arm, and body did not come in contact with the cage while Buffy grabbed the bowl from him. Buffy was already good at basketball, so it wouldn't be all that much trouble for her to throw the dish over between the two cages for Amber to grab. She held her arm out the side of the cage, and threw the bowl like a softball pitch yelping at the end, because she accidently hit her elbow on the cage. She retracted her arm back into the cage as fast as the lighting that coursed through her veins.

Buffy, Jonah, and Cyrus all looked the other way while Amber fished her hand out for the bowl that she grabbed, and repositioned. With one hand she touched the ground between the two cages to make sure she did not fall forward while she grabbed one of TJ's dead legs, and pushed his pant leg up to expose his bare skin. She then pulled his foot into her cage making it hover over the bowl that she had. She kept pulling to get his ankle, and part of his leg into her cage. While doing so his body slid, and his other leg came in contact with the bars of the cage. The sizzle noise was back as TJ's body was getting fried with electricity. Thankfully the electricity in his body was getting grounded before making it all the way over to Amber who was touching holding his shoe which held his foot.

The smoke started back up coming out from under his pant leg. She knew she had to make it quick before she got gassed out from the fumes. She closed her eyes, and bit into his leg like it was a fleshy apple with the exterior shell of a carrot. Her teeth pressed hard against his skin, she applied more pressure before breaking through, and sinking in super deep diving through the interior part of his leg. She could of sworn she had felt her teeth hit bone.

She pulled her mouth off, and held TJ's foot making the blood from the gash she bit into him drain down into the bowl while she spat out blood from her mouth, even some of the skin from his leg was on the inside of her cheeks that she had to fish out with her tongue before spitting it out not caring if it landed in the bowl or not. The smoke from TJ's smoldering body was getting intense forming a large cloud making her eyes water, and her lungs fill up. She began to madly couch not being able to hold the leg steady. The bowl had filled up about 3/4ths of the way, and she decided it was enough. She pushed his foot back through the cage, and into his own cage with a extra shove making sure his body slid back far enough where he would stop being in contact with the cage.

Over time the smoke began to clear up, but the air continued to smell rancid. The smell was a constant reminder for Amber of her dead boyfriend. The fallen basketball star.

"I'm finished," Amber choked out, while she tried to wipe the dripping blood from her chin that ran down her neck. The blood stain went from her top lip to her chin, to under her chin, to her neck going down to where the shirt hid the rest. She continued to try to wipe it, but it was only smearing TJ's blood dying her skin pink with it.

Amber clenched her stomach looking down at the bowl of devils soup to see the piece of flesh floating with her pink foamy spit sitting on top of it. The sight sickened her. She was not sure if she was going to be able to throw it good enough to get on the power supply unit.

"Come on just throw it at the thing already," Buffy told Amber as she watched in anticipation. This was it, the moment of truth.
"Give me a minute," Amber said said sitting up, as she breathed in, and out. Cyrus had looked over at Amber, and saw a unpleasant sight, and turned back away. He stayed looking at his pals Buffy, and Jonah. Once Amber felt that she was ready, and could do this she carefully held the dish, and extended one arm out the cage that was holding it. She remembered how Buffy shocked herself from throwing it. She had to be carefull, or not it didn't appear that Buffy was injured that badly. With the flick of her wrist she threw the dish of blood, while Jonah, and Buffy watched with hopeful eyes.

The silver bowl collided with the the power supply unit, and the liquid splattered all over it. The blood ran down the sides as sparks of success started to shoot out from the box. More, and more beautiful sparks came from the box before it bounced a inch off the ground, and the sparks stopped, and the low humming of the electricity had stopped. They cheered, and Amber reached around to the front of her door, and fiddled with the padlock until she had a good grip to use the key, and unlock it.

With the twist of the key she was free. She swung her cage door open. She crawled out, and when she tried to stand her legs went wobbly like jelly. She hadn't been able to stand in so long. Tingles shot up from her ankles to her knees, as she walked around for a few steps. "Great now come let us out," Buffy said.
Amber was about to go over, and unlock the others' cages, but the noise of the sliding door was back. Jonah shot back into position, and Buffy yelled for Amber to flee. Cyrus watched the door opening hoping that Metcalf would not punish them when he saw that Amber was gone. Amber ran as fast as she could for a place to hide, the only thing she could find was two black barrels on the side of the furnace. She ran quickly, and knew there wasn't enough time to get inside them, instead she squatted behind the two huge oil like canisters. She would remain hidden, and fine as long as whoever entered did not come seeking past the cages.

Metcalf entered the modified storage unit with his son who came wielding a chainsaw instead of a shotgun this time around. "Ah so it seems that your friend Amber managed to escape, too bad she is not free," Metcalf announced to the group loud enough for Amber to hear from her hiding spot. "And you Cyrus, you look absolutely mortified, why don't you come with me?"
"No," Cyrus whined. Metcalf bent down in front of the cage, and pulled out a key that he unlocked it with. He opened the door, and motioned for Cyrus to come out. Coming out was always hard for Cyrus, and he refused. He was too scared of the outcome created by him coming out.
Dr Metcalf motioned for his leather face sun to start up the chainsaw, and with one rev of it, Cyrus shot out of the cage, and stood up trembling before them. "Come along now Cyrus, you'll be okay," the man told him while he put a arm on Cyrus' shoulder, and lead him out of the storage unit. Metcalf's son followed him out, closing the door after him leaving Amber still trapped inside the storage unit, while still being free from her cage. The light outside was going down, but in contrast to inside the storage unit, it was super bright. Cyrus squinted his eyes while looking down at the ground trying to adjust to the brightness. He walked along not being able to see where Dr Metcalf was leading him. Together they walked into the unknown.

End Of Chapter 3

Damn, I might have a lot less privacy from now on. Stupid brothers. So don't hate me when I can't update as often. I hope y'all are happy with the death of TJ. I know I am. Are you? So four of them remain, and only two of them will survive, who will it be? Only time will tell, however long that may be. I don't know about you guys, but my favorite part of this chapter was when Amber had to draw blood from TJ, after swearing she would never eat a human. Technically she didn't eat him, but it was close enough, right?

~Banana