Mac's brain registered three things. Firstly, he'd be lucky if he didn't go completely deaf from the gunshots being magnified off the cavern walls. Second, Krystal was dropping the firearm to grab for the knife sheath at her side as she run past him towards the cave entrance. And third, the wails of pain that met his ears once the ringing subsided weren't his own.
Glancing over his shoulder he spotted blond hair and hiking gear. Tourists in the cave. Quickly snatching the discarded pistol from the ground he advanced on the slumped over figure holding its shoulder. With a shove of his boot Mac was treated to the second best sight he'd seen all day. Adam O'Brien looking up at him, cowering in fear. A sinister decayed grin slowly spread across his face, letting the pathetic fucker at his feet scream a time or two before knocking Adam out with the butt of Krystal's gun.
Distinctly male screams and pleas for mercy echoing down the tunnel led him to the scene of a vicious madwoman straddling her victim, slashing his hands to ribbons when he tried to defend himself.
"Oh god please don't! My family has money, they'll give you whatever you want. Just don't kill me!" he begged, letting out a strangled shriek when the blade of her knife sunk into his stomach.
A whole other side of Mac fell for her right then and there as she twisted the blade, making the man underneath her cry out in agony. Kristy withdrew the phallus, looking up at Mac with that insane fire in her eyes as she licked the length of it, coating her tongue in blood before swallowing.
A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Turning back to the wailing person beneath her she stabbed him erratically, plunging her weapon into his body repeatedly, making blood and more tortured sounds release from him until she punctured a lung, wheezing gurgles emitting there after.
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear
The baser side of him taking over, Mac wrestled the knife from her hands, using it to slice the threadbare shorts from her hips. With her weapon of choice taken away Kristy began digging her fingers into open gashes, using her nails to dig further as her captive struggled to breathe through the pain and the blood filling his lungs.
The next scream to fill the air was torn from her own lips as Mac slammed himself inside her tightened pussy, making use of the perverse wetness that told him she got off on killing just as much as he did.
Kristy's blood slickened grip on the man's chest failed her as Mac rammed inside her once more, pushing her face into the bloody rib cage in front of her. Tears of twisted joy poured into that mutilated chest, creating red tinged rivers that disappeared into the gashes beneath her face.
Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
She cried because she knew if she actually conjured the strength to walk away from him there'd be no living after this. Only a black emptiness worse than the one she'd know all her life, because now she knew how much better it could be with him. She couldn't stop the tears as he continued pounding into her because she knew this was right no matter how horribly wrong it was. The devil had made them for each other.
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
After days without release Mac's end was coming quickly, that familiar burning beginning. As he looked down at her body, coated in another man's blood he knew the release he was about to get was more than just an orgasm. It was all the fear, uncertainty, and misery being away from her had caused leaving his body too.
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Preparing for his next assault as she felt him pull back she braced herself on the victim's neck, crushing his windpipe with the force of Mac's next inward thrust.
Mac felt a brief clenching flutter squeeze his cock as she watched the light fade from the green eyes looking up at them.
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill
Pulling out roughly he flipped Kristy over, lying her back against the chest she'd just destroyed. Kneeling down he entered her slowly, filling her at an intolerable pace while keeping his eyes locked on her face.
Once Mac was sheathed fully inside her gripping channel he grabbed her hips. Using the blood and sweat created by the corpse's fading body heat and the sun beating down on them, he slid her along the cooling body. Pushing her backwards off his cock before sliding her forward down onto it, back and fourth in a slow grisly parody of making love.
Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie
At the urging of her heels digging into his ass combined with a feral growl and a glare from her Mac relinquished his game of teasing bloody slip n' slide sex. Leaning in for a bruising kiss filled with teeth and more blood he relented, rutting into her like a wild animal as she desired.
Little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come, come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill
Through the jarring impact and slapping soundtrack to their feverish fucking their eyes stayed connected, his hands tangling in her blood-soaked hair, her nails clawing paths up his back while holding him close. Reminding them why they needed each other so badly. They were each other's paradise in this hell on earth.
My Shangri-Las
I can't forget
Why you were mine
I need you now
A few more tears slipped out as she watched Mac close his eyes in ecstasy with one last final thrust, days of pent up cum pouring into her while she held him, stroking his hair when he rested on her as limp as the body beneath them.
Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come, come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill
"I have to leave for good if what I think we both already know to be true is confirmed." she whispered, nails digging into his scalp when he tried to lift his head from its cradled place in her neck to argue.
"Lets just enjoy what time we have left together." she asserted, not letting up the vice grip on his head until he quit struggling and weakly nodded against her skin.
He did so only to hold off the inevitable battle that would ensue if the results came back positive and she tried to leave. Rather than start it right now by telling her there was no chance of her getting away from him alive again, he relented to rest against the pulse point in her neck.
"While this is the most comfortable I've been in days." she admitted, enjoying the tickling sensation his scruff created when he nuzzled into her.
"I think he shit himself when he died and I'm not too keen on cuddling in it." she continued with a gag when another foul whiff of the stench met her nose.
"Yeah them fuckers usually do that when they kick tha bucket. Piss em'selves too s'mtimes" he informed her with a chuckle and no intention of moving.
"Is the other one dead?" she asked while resting her head back on the body, lightly stroking a hand up Mac's sweaty back, smiling when he hissed at her running over a fresh claw marks.
"Nah, ya caught em in tha shoulder. I knocked em out." he muttered sleepily, ready for a nap now that his mind and body were finally relaxed and the center of his world was trapped beneath him.
"And about how long ago was that?" she inquired as she drug his tee shirt down over his wounds the best she could so the hot canyon wind couldn't blow sand into his cuts.
"Bout two minutes 'fore I started fuckin' ya." he cheekily replied with a grin, nipping at her neck lightly.
"He could already be running for help. God damn it get up Mac! " she insisted, pushing at his post-sex lazy body.
"Cuummoooon jus gimmie five more minutes." Mac groaned, clutching her tighter when she started to squirm.
"I'm serious, what if they were part of a larger hiking group. One that could have been nearby when I fired those gunshots and called the police. Get up. Now!" she demanded, her sharp minded sanity having been pushed back into her with every thrust of Mac's dick.
When he didn't move a muscle she heaved with all her might, succeeding in rolling him off her into the dirt. Finally free and focused she observed the body before her once she stood.
"Why does he look so familiar?" she asked herself aloud, not really speaking to the dickhead cussing in the dirt next to her.
"Cuz that's yer boyfran's big brother." he snapped, dusting himself off.
"Fuck! No. God damn it!" she yelled, starting to pace in front of the body in frustration.
"Wut, ya 'fraid they won' let ya marry inta tha family now?" Mac growled, pissed she was this upset over killing the dipshit's brother.
He wondered how she'd react to knowing who was passed out in the cave.
"No Mac." she replied flatly, stopping to look at him in disbelief.
"He comes from money, they'll have the god damn FBI out here looking for him." she explained, continuing her repeated trail in front of the body as she formulated a plan.
"Give me your phone." she demanded, holding out her hand.
When he produced her cellphone instead of his she threw him a questioning glance.
"Broke mine." he mumbled with a shrug, handing hers over.
"I'm not even going to ask." she sighed, shaking her head as she searched for Walter's number.
"Go make sure the other one is still knocked out and tie him up on the rape mattress. Then come back here and take off your pants." she instructed him, scanning the area out of paranoia for cars and people.
"Wutchu like fuckin' on dead bodies that much?" he asked with a sick grin, eyeing her bare lower half dripping with his cum.
"Do you really want Walter and Devon seeing me naked when they get here with what we need to get rid of the bodies?" she rhetorically asked.
"Since you destroyed my shorts I need your boxers to wear!" she snapped.
"Whadda ya mean wut we need? Les jus kill tha other one, load em up in tha truck, an toss em down a canyon." Mac suggested, making her look at him like she couldn't believe he'd just said something so stupid.
"I said FBI. That means cadaver dogs, the best damn forensic investigators in the country. We can't just leave evidence lying down in a canyon crevice for them to find!" she reprimanded him.
"Is that what you do with all your kills, just dump them out in the open?" she accused after examining him for a moment.
When he looked shamefully down at his feet and nodded at her she let out only a frustrated growl, resisting the overwhelming urge to let a backhand fly and tell him what an idiot he was.
"It's okay, you don't know any better. I'll teach you how." she told him softly, running a hand down his arm to squeeze his palm and curl her fingers around his.
The memory of his self-conscious confessions in the bathtub kept her from letting him have it.
"After these you'll take me to the others and we'll take care of them together." she reassured him, her other hand cupping his face to make him look at her.
Mac flinched slightly when her hand raised, expecting pain for doing something incorrectly. Surprise struck him when her touch was tender and her expression was sympathetic.
"Go on and tie the other one up." she urged him with a kiss and a small push towards the cave.
When he was on his way to complete his task she hit send and raised the phone to her face.
"Walter I need you and Devon down at the cave with tubs of acid, shovels, tarps, bleach and an ax. I'll explain when you get here." she ordered, back to her old boss bitch self.
The theme song for this chapter is 'Cry Little Sister by Aiden' I highly suggest giving it a listen