FUCKER: Teenage wasteland
From Create Your Own Story
“What is your name sweet heart?” FUCKER asks.
“Kayleen” responds the teenager between two sobs.
In a smooth and calming voice FUCKER goes on:
“Don’t be afraid, we won’t hurt you… At least I won’t, I just want to please you so that you please me afterwards. Is that fine with you?”
He grabs the poor girl’s head between his hands, approaches it to his torso and curls her hair around his fingers. Her cries slowly turn less hysterical, less frightful.
“ Are you better now? Do you want me to untie you?”
FEEDER: Aren’t you guys hungry? I mean we haven’t fed since that beautiful young and fresh jarhead we had last night at the military base and this little thing looks pretty delicious to me.
CRYER: Oh nooooo, don’t talk about the base, you bad, bad thing, bouhouhou, snif snif…
MISTRESS: I wouldn’t mind having some of her I must say. She does look delicious.
BINDER, in perfect high kick, sends her allegorical face into a close encounter with the allegorical ceiling. She collapses to the allegorical ground into and allegorical flaccid pile of allegorical human being.
As YOU’re about to give reason to FEEDER and MISTRESS, feeling yourself the need to feed…
…
“Come on it’s over, The evil vampire are gone now and they haven’t bit you, isn’t that wonderful? Now we could probably…” he finishes as Lily hands starts to play with the girl nipple.
The door to the room FUCKER opens.
An old man in a lab coat carrying what looks like a huge lamp torch is standing right behind a teenager wielding a sword from the Secession War. Both of them are blankly staring at Lily’s semen covered naked body.
“Oh hello boys, don’t be strangers, do come in, the more the merrier.” Says FUCKER.
“That’s my sister you fucker” shouts the younger one threateningly waving the sword towards Lily’s neck.
Rushing from behind them the Indian vampire attacks the old man. The teenager, in a single smooth movement, turns around and cuts the monster‘s head off. An inhuman screams comes from the belly of the building. The hunt is on and the four of them are now the prey.
BINDER: Okay this is new; maybe FUCKER is not the more appropriate to be in charge here.
BINDER is running in the corridors carrying Kayleen on Lily’s shoulders. The brother slashes his way into the hordes of vampires in front of them and the doctor spreads a deadly ray of UV light among the undead behind you with his improved flashlight.
RAT: It’s not safe for us to stick around. We should kill them both and keep the girl for later.
YOU: Shut up, they might be useful for later.
BINDER is still carrying the girl on his shoulders. He’s at the entrance of what looks like a small lab building a few hundred yards from the dorm they just escaped. The boy is threatening him with the sword.
“Why did you helped us?”
“I was told to”
“Who told you?”
“We don’t know his name, he is the most powerful of us, he has an agenda”
“What agenda”
“We don’t know”
“Who are the others?”
“Lily”
MISTRESS: This is fun.
FEEDER: This is useless.
FUCKER: This is boring
RAT: This is dangerous
CRYER: Bouhouhou
YOU take control
“Help us”
“Your voice has changed”
“I know… Please help us and we will help you in return”
TBC
