Insatiable Pt. 3

[JasonBR]

A gunshot rings out, the heavy .357 slug shatters the wood on the wall next to Adrian as he drops a magazine to the floor, and slams a fresh one home in his AUG. On the ground next to him lay the body of his previous victim, and the splintered remains of his nailed bat. Crimson blood seeped from the man’s caved skull, staining the oak wood floors. .45 and 5.56 bullet casings lay strewn about the room. An empty UMP mag lay next to the now unidentifiable corpse on the ground, along with it’s matching weapon. Splinters and broken chunks of wood scatter across the dirty kitchen. Another .357 blasts through the wall, inches from Adrians right arm. The yells of his next victim rang out around the house,

“You ain’t gonna kill me you son of a bitch!”

Adrian waited quietly, listening for the sounds of his revolver. He heard another shot ring out, Six. He’s about to reload. As if queued by Adrians thoughts, he heard the metallic whir of the cylinder of the revolver flip out, and the unmistakable sound of casings hitting the floor. As they did, Adrian burst from cover and sprayed his rounds into the wall. A scream of pain rang out as he heard his assailant shuffle on the other side of the wall. Hit him, non fatal. Leg shot most likely from the sound of the movement. He never finished reloading. Adrian charged around the corner and saw the man before him, limping away from the cannibal. Adrian quickly fired a burst from the AUG, hitting him in a tight cluster on his left leg. The man fell to the ground, his revolver sliding out of his grasp. Adrian lowered his rifle, walking slowly up behind the man. His victim crawled forward for the revolver. As he walked forward, he spotted a full speed loader lying on the ground, He dropped it when I hit him. With a sick smile on his face, Adrian stopped and let the man grab the revolver, it’s cylinder now locked firmly into place on the gun from the fall. The survivor raised the revolver at Adrians chest, hesitating for a moment as he saw Adrians smirk.

“Do it.”

Adrian said quietly. The wounded mans hands trembled,

“Do it!”

Adrian yelled across the room.

“Fucking kill me!”

The survivor closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger, clicking the revolvers hammer harmlessly. Eyes wide with fear, the survivor pulled the trigger again and again, the revolver harmlessly clicking each time.

“Six shots, that’s all you get.”

Adrian walked forward and placed his boot on the mans now wounded leg, placing his weight onto the foot. The man screamed in pain, as the pressure built on his wound, blood spraying the floor around him. Adrian slung his rifle, letting the pressure off the man’s leg as he walked forward, drawing his blade and pistol from their respective scabbard and holster. He let the gun hang loosely in his hand, pointed straight at the victim’s chest. Adrian smiled down at the victim. He squeezed the trigger of his 1911, and to the victims shock and somewhat relief, the pistol clicked. Adrian’s smirk widened as he tightened his grip on the pistol and raised it to his other hand, pulling the slide back and cycling a round into the chamber. He let the pistol drift back across the man’s body, drifting from side to side, until the barrel landed on his arm. As it did, Adrian stomped on his hand and pulled the trigger, breaking his hand and blasting a hole through the victim’s arm. Screaming in pain, Adrian holstered his pistol, rested his knee on the wound, and pressed the blade of his knife to the man’s neck, casually and effortlessly dragging it across his throat and jamming it into his jugular. At this point, he couldn’t tell if it was Jack or Adrian in control anymore. He didn’t care much really. The man’s screams cut off with a short burst of air from his lungs as he drew his final breath. Twisting the blade, Adrian ripped it out of the man’s neck. As he raised himself to one knee, he heard the unmistakable sound of brass rolling across the floor. Adrian reflexively drew his pistol, spun, and set himself in a firing position, pointed right at the door. As he did, he heard a man giggle.

“Hehehe, what’re you doing there buddy? Playing with your toys?”

A hand appeared from around the door, waving at him. Adrian reflexively fired, grazing the man’s thumb, tearing a layer of skin from his hand and leaving a sizeable hole in the wall. As he did, he heard the sound of a pistol slide drawing back as a barrel was pressed against the side of his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A man with an American accent spoke next to him, his voice sounded sophisticated, if rather psychotic. It reminded him of Alex in its nature, and of Jack in its sound. Adrian dropped his pistol to the floor and held his hands up in a defiant surrender. As he did, the other man rounded the corner. He was wearing an orange prisoner jumpsuit, carrying all sorts of guns and blades on his back and waist. The prisoners eyes had a look of deranged rage in them, dirt and dried blood stained his face as he looked at Adrian with a toothy grin. His teeth were yellow and stained, with what, Adrian couldn’t tell. His grin changed to a sarcastic frown, his eyes turning from a psychotic wideness to a squinted, emphasized sadness. He whimpered sarcastically, cradling his grazed hand.

“Oh, poor poor Reggie, he got a booboo.”

Adrian assessed the situation mentally, as the deranged prisoner approached him. Guy to my right is probably a doctor of some kind. Lightly armed, probably not used to killing. ‘Reggie’ is probably a split personality. Only kind of people I know talk in third person like that. Doc has got a bad position on me. Grab and roll could disarm him. Doesn’t look like ‘Reggie’ is carrying his gun now, could draw one though. Fuck it, only pussies die on their knees. As the man, deemed as ‘Reggie’ by Adrian, approached him, he made his move. He used his right hand to push the barrel upwards, as he did, the doctor squeezed the trigger, the bullet flying up and into the ceiling, showering them in splinters. Adrian ripped the weapon from his hands as he rolled towards the other side of the room. He grabbed his knife as he rolled before planting his feet, he sprung into a standing position, inches to the right of the doctor. Thinking quickly, he hit the doctor with the bottom of the pistol, stunning him for long enough for Adrian to get behind him with a gun to his head, and blade pressed to his throat.

“Back off if you care about your friends head.” 

The man Adrian thought was a doctor fought fruitlessly against Adrians iron grip as the inmate stopped in front of him. As Adrian expected, he had drawn a pistol, but it wasn’t pointed at him. The FNX-45 dangled uselessly in his hand down next to him. His tone had changed, the childlike voice of the inmate was gone, and in its place was the voice of a young man. It was a calm, but eerie tone. Adrians suspicions had been confirmed, the man had a split personality. He was talking to the new one now.

“I like your style. Tough, ruthless, aggressive. You pull that trigger, you’re dead. But if you try to take him with you, you’ll be dead later. So you’re options are limited here.”

Adrian pressed the barrel against his hostages head harder,

“What’s to stop me from killing you then him?”

The inmate laughed, sending an eerie chill down Adrians spine,

“Oh you don’t want to do that, you get nothing out of it. The way I see it, we could both benefit here.”

Adrian paused for a second, letting the barrel loosen slightly from the man’s head.

“Elaborate, but do it quickly.”

The inmate smiled and spoke rapidly.

“Only kind of man I know who kills like you do are serial killers, and cannibals. Either works for my gain, and if you’re the latter, it will work for yours too. You work with us, you can help us do what we want, and in exchange, you can get all the food you need.” 

Adrian thought the idea over for a moment, 

Could be nice to be able to have backup when I need to feed. But can I even trust these guys? I mean, one had a gun to my head, and I’ve got a gun to his. Could be a bait. 

As if he had read Adrian’s thoughts, ‘Reggie’ dropped his pistol to the ground.

“Let him go, and we can talk about this.”

Adrian roughly let his grip go and shoved the man towards his ally, keeping the pistol he took leveled at their chest.

“One wrong move, and this deal ends with two bodies. Got it?”

‘Reggie’ smiled,

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Adrian put the doctors pistol in his own holster and reached down to grab his, keeping his eyes on both of them as he did. After retrieving his pistol, Adrian spoke cautiously,

“So what are you two anyway? A doctor and his patient?”

The doctor spoke first,

“I’m Doctor Marcus, Dean’s psychiatric professional. And this is Dean McDougal, or Reggie McDougal. A patient of mine with a split personality, as you have no doubt deduced. And you are?”

Adrian responded as he normally does,

“Names Jack, and you’re right. I’ve done my own share of killing and eating. So let me get this straight, you want me to join you crazy fucks on some kind of killing spree?”

“Not a killing spree per say. We just want to, er, have some fun we’ll say.”

Adrian kicked the idea around in his head, Jack decided to pipe in as well, 

Join them, kill, feed. 

Before Adrian could say anything, Dean spoke again,

“If you need any more incentive to join, here’s another.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and a laser appeared through the window of the building, trained on Adrian. As the laser appeared, the childish laugh of Reggie returned. Adrian trained his gun on Reggie as he did.

“Call him off, or you’ll be dead before he can even pull the trigger.”

“Ooooh friend don’t be so silly! We’re all friends here, all basement buddies free for the fun!”

“Call, him, off.”

“I will, after you agree to join us. We could do so many fun things.I know you like to play, so let’s be friends and play with others.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll nail your head to the walls after we take turns tearing you apart.”

Could kill him and roll to the floor. Still, could be beneficial to join him, bide my time. Get him back for this later.

“After what you’ve seen so far, do you think threatening me is a good idea?”

“You’re caught between a rock and a hard place here. What’s it going to be?”

“Hmph, fine. I’ll work with you.”

Reggie clapped his hands together,

“Fantastic! I love having more friends to play with!”

Adrian shook his head, taking Marcus’ pistol from his holster and tossed it back to its owner. The doctor awkwardly caught the pistol by the slide, dropping it into his holster. The laser disappeared and the group quickly set to work, stripping the two victims of Adrians hunger of their gear before Adrian set to work gutting and chopping the corpses and to small steaks. As he worked, he thought over what he was doing in his head.

Is this what I really wanted? Going on like this, I can never go back. What was the word Alex used for it? Insatiable? Insatiable. There’s no going back now. Maybe if I killed them now? No, the sniper would get me before I could escape. Whatever, this will have to work for now. 

He might not like it, he might want to try to cure himself, but he couldn’t go back now. He was truly beyond saving, insatiable.