well, i spent my day today writing the next chapter. i won't do that tomorrow, though, because i have to get ready to go back to school the day after. i shall chip away at this hopefully, most likely in either my gov/econ class or during my senior project class period. i'm entertained by this story and it's newness for me. so, onward with chapter two!
WARNING: this is a HORROR story as well as romance! there is GORE/VIOLENCE/CREEPY SHIT. if you don't like that...well, just tell me. if there's enough people saying they don't want it but still want to read the story, i'll put in some markers so it can be skipped. i mean, i can't do it with everything, but in this chapter the gore isn't really important to the story.
Seamus removed his tongue from his victim's mouth and pushed him to the ground. He straddled the boy to hold him down, then retracted his tongue fully so he could speak.
"Hello, Devin," he hissed, much to the astonishment of his victim below him.
"H-how can you t-talk!? Th-the others c-can't.."
"Today is just your unlucky day, Devin." Seamus grinned, the manic look of his serial killing days glowed in his dead eyes brightly. "I wonder if I can beat my record with you," he mused, mostly to himself.
"What d-do you mean...r-record?"
Seamus's grin grew wider and he looked deeply into the terror-filled eyes of the teen. "Unlike the loner over there mutilating your now-unconscious friend, I have a record to maintain—or even surpass." He slid his tongue up the side of Devin's face, leaving a slimy trail. "My record is currently three hours," he said simply. "What kind of record, you ask? The length of time I can play with my victim before they die or pass out."
Seamus took pleasure in seeing the look of pure horror on his victim's face. He extended his tongue once again and wrapped it tightly around Devin's waist. He smirked a bit as the teen showed no signs of struggling yet. Testing, he ran one claw across the boy's cheek. He whimpered, and Seamus grinned again. 'He's a good bleeder,' he thought. 'This will be messy.' In one swift move, he stripped the boy, shredding his clothing. His tongue traced over his whole body, tasting, before once again sliding into his mouth. Seamus could feel Devin's gag reflex cause his throat to tighten and compress around his intrusive slimy appendage. Looking at his face, he saw the teen's eyes shut tight, possibly wishing with all his being that this was all just a terrible dream. Holding the boy's hands in his, Seamus dug in his claws and severed his thumb. Devin screamed around the tongue in his mouth and as a reflex bit down—hard.
Seamus growled deeply in pain. "Hyoo bite my tuhn one moah time, I'll shkin hyoo awife," he snarled around the extended tongue. Devin responded with a weak whimper, tears streaming down his face. The hand missing the thumb bled profusely. Seamus stuck one claw into the bloody mess, severing the tendons in the boy's fingers. While his jaw tensed, he didn't bite down this time. 'Good boy,' Seamus thought. 'What should I play with next?' He slid his hand down the teen's body, and upon reaching its destination Devin groaned slightly. 'I'd say this should only be fun for one of us,' he contemplated. 'Too bad virgins are more fun.' Extending more of his tongue, Seamus twisted part of it around Devin's manhood. He tightened the slick muscle until the teen winced in pain, then, in one swift flick of his wrist, sliced the tip open. Devin let out a bloodcurdling scream around the slimy intrusion, and against self restraint, bit down on the tongue again hard enough to draw out the infected's foul-tasting blood.
Letting out a shriek of pain, Seamus retracted the entire length of his tongue. He then pinned the teen down with his own body's weight and dug his claws deep into the boy's wrists, severing tendons and nerves alike.
"You fucking cunt," he hissed, "now you've asked for it." With a psychotic glow in his eyes, he slid his hands down the boy's arms, slicing the skin in a neat line. Continuing his butchery, Seamus performed the initial cuts with the precision of an professional taxidermist, then roughly pulled back the teen's skin on his abdomen. Now wanting the boys continuous screaming to alert nearby infected, he quickly severed his vocal chords. Seamus dug one hand into Devin's abdominal wall, digging further and further before shredding his innards. He removed his hand and replaced it with his tongue, which prodded its way upward searching for the heart. Upon reaching its destination, Seamus ripped out the rapidly beating organ and crushed it with the snakelike muscle. Glowering downward, he watched as Devin twitched a few last times before falling deathly still.
"Damn," Seamus sneered, "he didn't even last thirty minutes, and now I need new clothes already." He shot a quick glance towards where the loner had been, but all that was left was a gore pile where the other teen had fallen. He stood, wiping the blood off his face, and turned to dead down the street to his house.
He knew this town inside and out, as it was his birthplace. After he had been taken into custody, he didn't think he'd ever return. Slipping into the partially decimated building, the corners of his mouth twitched upward a bit as he relaxed at being home. He headed to his room and then straight to his closet. Sifting through the meager amount of apparel left, he picked out a lightweight sweater, a pair of comfortable pants, and a trenchcoat.
"I'm gonna need to go to the department store again," he mumbled. Since he refused to wear smelly and bloodied clothing, Seamus made constant trips to abandoned shops for more. The places were always swarmed with infected, but with him having a similar scent as them, they left him alone.
He stripped his dirty apparel and tossed it to the floor before heading into his shower. As he washed out his hair, he heard a crashing sound in his house somewhere. Seamus froze, but hearing nothing, finished up his shower and headed towards his bedroom once again. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, he shivered slightly as a breeze came through his window.
'Wait...' Seamus froze again, 'I never leave my windows open.' He turned his head to see the shattered glass on the floor. He then scented something not normal. 'Another infected!' He groaned, "It better not be another one of those scrawny bitches. They're such a pain." The next thing he knew, he was tackled to the floor.
"Sssss...sssseh...ssssaved...B...Breh...Brendan..." the intruder growled out with much effort.
Seamus looked up to find he had been tackled by the loner. His mouth was pulled into a crooked grin, displaying needle-sharp teeth. Underneath the hood of the gunmetal-gray-and-bloodstain jacket and a mess of dark hair, the infected's nearly solid white eyes glowed with a childlike affection. "Get off me so I can get dresses, mutt," snapped Seamus.
Whining like a kicked puppy, he climbed off him and watched patiently as he got dressed.
"So you followed me home, mutt?" he questioned. His visitor seemed to have enough brain function to understand him, so he figured he might as well question the thing.
He crawled up to him and latched on to his leg. "Sssssaved...Brendan..." he grunted again.
"Your name's Brendan?" Seamus questioned. By the look on his face it was obvious he was right.
"W...wuh...was...B...Brendan...b...bee...before..."
"Well, then, my name is Seamus, Brendan."
Brendan's eyes lit up. "Sssss...See...m...moss?"
"Yep, Seamus."
"Ssssee-moss! See-moss! See-moss! SEE-MOSS!" Brendan chanted while vibrating and bouncing about. He leapt onto Seamus again and this time licked his face a bit.
Disliking the slobbering on his cheek, Seamus grabbed Brendan's face. "You're supposed to do it like this, mutt," he said before pulling his face in and kissing him on impulse. He slid his tongue into Brendan's mouth, then down his throat a bit. He felt Brendan quickly go limp, and then removed his tongue and pushed him off. Standing, he glanced over at his companion now crouching down but frozen.
"Hey, you should come with me somewhere, mutt," Seamus mused. He extended his tongue once again and wrapped it around Brendan's neck like a leash and collar. As he took a step, Brendan reached up and took his hand. For the first time in several years, Seamus felt the blood rush to his face. If he were still a normal human, he knew he would have blushed.
isn't he just too cuuute!? i just love Brendan to death. well, both of them really. oh, and i hope you can understand what Seamus is saying when he's talking around his tongue...i tried to go authentic...i even spoke out loud quietly to myself with my tongue in the way to see what it sounds like.
i actually drew a picture of the situation that happens at the end of this chapter
megmendaciloquence(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/Every1-Needs-Some-Zombie-Lovin-108506914
Coming Up: Seamus takes his new pet for a walk, Brendan proves quite useful, and Seamus repays his mutt...