Chapter 13 : Workshop Inferno
Mac angrily tossed another spent cigarette into the bushes behind the Luna Mesa. It was well past closing time. He was fucking pissed. First that fucking whore-slut-bitch Ginger was begging for then she goes out for a cigarette and ghosts. Who does she think she is? No bitch stands up Mac! He clenches his fists together as he imagines his hands wrapped around that pretty little throat. Yeah, he is going to snap her fucking neck when he gets his hands on her, or maybe he will cut her up and play in her blood after taking everything from her over and over again until he gets his fill. Mac is going to break her. He plots out loud, "I ain't gonna quit till there are tears in those cocky eyes of hers!"
That shit happened hours ago. Mac has since taken out the rage that boiled over into the surface out on some poor unfortunate college co-ed. He choked her until her neck was practically a right angle the beat her to a bloody pulp with a thick rusty pipe. Like a perfect predator, he can still smell his kill's blood in the air, still hear the sound of her screams falling on deaf ears as the crunch of pulverized bone and pipe over shadows them.
Like the perfect monster, Mac's rage shifted focus from Ginger to the co-ed when the co-ed gave up her struggle not even half way through Mac's brutal assault. Mac needs a fight. The more vicious the harder he gets. As soon as the co-ed's flicker for life was snuffed, Mac dick went limp. Lucky for the co-ed it was before he had a chance to rape her. This fiercely frustrated Mac, he ran to the back of his truck and began to rummage around for any harsh tool to penetrate her with. To make her scream, he thought, screaming means you want to live.
As Mac searched his cell phone interrupted him. It was Walter.
MAC: The fuck you want Old Man? I'm busy!
WALTER: There's a problem. Devon said the Holmes kid has Regina.
MAC: So?
WALTER: So you are going to meet your brother at the Luna and help him take care of this. We need to scare these people before they go to the police!
Walter hung up before Mac could get another word in. Fuck. At least it looks like he will get to kill Ginger. I took one more look at the hopeless mess he was leaving in the desert to die. "Bet Ginger would put up a fight"
That's what Mac was up to before he was chain-smoking outback waiting for his shit-heeled brother. Being at the Luna is doing nothing but reminding him how barely 6 hours ago he was rubbing his dick against Ginger's ass and she wanted it.
"Great, Mac there you are." Devon greeted Mac.
"I've been here waitin where the fuck have you been?"
"I stopped by the sheriff's office to see if the Holmes are dumb enough to call anything in."
"And?"
"And there was some issue with some sick bastard snatching bodies at the morgue. They're too busy to be bothered with anything else."
"Some weird fuckers out there right now with dead bodies?" Mac laughed, "guess there's more fucked up things out there than fucken your sister!"
"Very funny asshole! That guy probably has nothing on you! Look I have a plan. Dad says we just have to send them a message."
"Yeah you wanna go knock on their door?"
"No you told dad they're using that old barn for something. Let's burn it down with whatever is inside."
To reduce the risk of Mac's truck catching on fire, they took Devon's car. Mac teased a "I bet you get all sorts of pussy in this bitch mobile. Why don't you get a truck that a man drives? You just like being Walter's little girl."
"Mac, I swear I will lock you in the barn and set it a blaze."
"You little dink I'd kill you now if I didn't feel like do anything of this lifting. When we're done I still might kill yeah. I ain't gonna burn you. That's a fucken mercy killing."
"I brought a gun, if you try something."
"You think a give a fuck about a gun faggit? I'm gonna bury you up to your head and leave you for the coyotes. I'll even throw in some meth around ya so the coyotes are high as fuck. They'll be like piranhas chewing your bitch face off..."
"Suck my dick!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you? We are related and all!"
"Don't you fucken say another word to me unless it's gotta do with business."
"Which business? Walter's business or your business of sister-fucking?"
"Serial killer!"
"Creep."
The brotherly banter continued until the barn was in sight. Devon launched one more attack, "Ed Gein!"
Mac looked at Devon half amused, "what did you just call me?"
"Ed Gein. He killed people too and was a real sicko."
"He killed 2 old bitches. I got him beat. I don't play with body parts and I sure as hell ain't obsessed with my mother."
Devon looked at him quizzically. How could someone who barely passed high-school and with enough poisons in his body to take down an elephant know that?
Mac got out of the car. He removed the tin from his pocket and took a hit of meth, replacing the poisons in his body. Suddenly manic, he turns to Devon and asks, "ready?"
The two walk into the barn and were shocked by its internal layout. It looks like a cross between Frankenstein's laboratory and a butcher's shop. Everything is spotless and separated into stations where a specific task is carried out.
Devon approaches one of the stations. It features 2 long benches. One has a microscope and various tools. The other has 3 fish large fish tanks. One tank is labeled caper beetles, another bot flies, and the third is labeled ants. The space is also occupied by a large vat the has a temperature reading on the side. "The hell? What is all this stuff?"
Mac is more focused on admiring the meat hooks. He looked over, in Devon's direction, to see what his problem is, "the tanks are moving? What's in them?"
Devon cautiously grabbed a set of forceps from the neatly arrange set of tools and slow started shuffling through the tank labeled caper beetles. He instantly gagged when he pulled up the barely recognizable remains of a human foot! Devon through the forceps down, ran into the corner of the barn and vomited. Mac watched the entire show intently laughing when his brother lost his nerve. "Hey it's just a foot! How you supposed to be a big tough crime boss if you can't handle a foot? Pussy."
Devon found a desk that looked like it belonged in a lawyer's office. There were two 2 ledgers placed neatly on the corner one of them contained what looked like business orders. The other was filled out in barely legible handwriting. It contained last names, that were horribly misspelled and tallies. "What the hell do you think this is about?"
"Shit if I know."
Devon continued to search the desk and found a folder of old photographs. "Fuck! Mac look at this!"
"What the?" Mac said staring at the old photograph of a grotesque science creation. He flipped the picture over and read, "Marshall's first attempt at art age 10 creation chicken-frog."
Devon handed him a picture of a rabbit that had been neatly dissected and nailed to an anatomy board. "Check out this one."
"Neat."
"The back says Ginger."
Mac turned away and noticed the row of freezers. With a set of like this, 1 freezer in a barn is suspicious enough but 3? Weird.
Mac opened the first freezer and found it full of cadavers in various states of put together. Some were missing arms, others heads and legs. Their skin was tinted light blue and their blood frozen, so Mac knew, from his own experience with freezers and dead bodies, that they've been entombed for sometime.
Mac laughed when he opened the next freezer and found the half mutilated corpses or some of the whores Walter and Devon have accused him of killing. Here is proof that he's had nothing to do with it. "Hey Devon get over here! You and Walter better believe me now!"
Devon looked into the freezer and said sarcastically, "ok so this time it wasn't you! What's in the last one?"
"You tell me?" Mac said as he tried to identify every victim in that freezer. Only because he needed to update his fuck-buddy list. "Aww shit they got her?"
"Did they get the love of your life?"
"Sorta she'd let me choke her till she went unconscious then do anything to her and she'd never call the cops."
"Looks like she probably should have called the cops." Devon opened the last freezer. It was full of packages ready to be shipped. "Shit I bet these people are cannibals!"
Mac grabbed one of the packages and took out his hunting knife, "only one way to find out." He cut the box open and revealed a human skull that one would find at a doctor's office or a university.
"That can't be all that's in here," Devon picked up another box, "I'm opening this one."
"You'll have to get your own knife."
"Fine." Devon said while walking toward the cupboards. "There's got to be one her somewhere."
As he opened one of the cupboards a foul smell hit him and a dead body fell out. Mac immediately recognized her as the whore he picked up from the bar and gutted like a hunted animal. Devon screamed in shock. "What the fuck?"
"Now she's mine!" Mac said nonchalantly. "I left her in the desert. What the fuck is she doin here?"
"Isn't it obvious? They're watching us! They came her to take down dad's operation. That's why they took her and Reggie to have something over our heads."
"Well they don't know me very well. I couldn't care less. Let's hurry up so we can get out of here."
Near by Sid and Marshall were sitting in Sid's newest stolen truck with the lights off watching the shadows produced by Mac and Devon from within the barn. Sid and Marshall watch as Mac and Devon spread gasoline all over the surface of the barn. Devon doesn't notice the Holmes brothers when he walks back to his car. Devon waits in his car as Mac pours a trail of gas from the barn to a few feet outside. Once the trail of gas is complete Mac drops the cigarette he was smoking on to the fumes and heads towards Devon's car. Mac does notice the brothers in the truck. He smirks at them as he gets into Devon's car and they drive off.
Marshall stares at the raging inferno in disbelief. "What are we gonna do?"
"Call Ginger." Sid said as he picked up his phone and dialed her number.
GINGER: Yeah?
SID: We've got a problem.
GINGER: Speak.
SID: I think I know who's pet we've got. Our barn was just torched by Mac and what's his name.. Devon? Yeah. Yeah I think the little shit's name is Devon. What do you want us to do?
GINGER: We had a lot of orders in there and this is family. I will need to teach them a lesson. They work for Walter. Find someone who also works for Walter. I'll make a shop in the garage. Ok?
SID: Yeah. We'll take care of it like we always do.
Sid hung up his phone and put his truck into drive. He back out of the road and drove into the main road. Marshall looked at him and asked, "what are we doin?"
"We are goin chicken huntin."
Marshall practically squealed.
"Ginger is going to take care of this piece of shit." Sid said pointing his finger at Marshall. "She the boss. We can't kill em!"
It didn't take too long before Sid and Marshall found a vulnerable male walking home. Patrick, one of Mac's friends and Walter's muscles was drunk walking home from the Luna Mesa. "You know it's a lot easier for Ginger to abduct a guy." Marshall complained.
"Like hell it is!" Sid barked. "Hand me that bat!" Sid pulled up to Patrick, "hey there Pat! Ever see one of these of close?"
As Sid said that he whack pat on the forehead causing Patrick to crumble to the ground. Sid smirked at Marshall cockily.
"Well I guess if you do it that way."