Game of Revenge

Chapter 9

Tray

I knew these people were crazy after what they did to Carrie’s abusers, but fuck. Fixing my mask, I make sure it’s glowing, then stalk between the trees. Someone screams, then laughs, and I shake my head.

They all think this is some elaborate game, but they don’t know the sheer amount of pain and gore they are about to witness. Carrie is scary at times, but Blakely… Fuck she’s terrifying.

Michael moves around me, but I notice he’s dragging his feet. “Not into it?” I ask him, and he shrugs.

I know he’s going through something. Hell, his twin just died, but he’s been acting strange the last few days. I know that if my brother was killed, I would want vengeance, but he seems almost happy at times.

“Seems pointless. Brian is gone and now we risk being caught and sent to the electric chair to avenge him?”

“I don't think they have the chair anymore. It's a lethal injection, and do you really think we will be caught?” I shake my head and laugh.

“If we were going to be caught it would have happened after the Murder House,” I muttered, then slide away from him.

How can he not want this? His brother was murdered in cold blood. He was the one to find his body!

“It's not worth it, Tray. Brian wouldn't have wanted this.”

“I have to disagree with that,” Blakely says, popping out of nowhere. Her mask is glowing red and her bodysuit’s zipper is low enough to see the swells of her cleavage.

She has blood splattered onto her pale skin and bloody lip prints along her neck.

Damn, what has she been up to?

Glancing at where I'm staring, she shrugs. “Im horny twenty-four-seven, and I have three amazing cocks to play with.”

“Hey, girl, I'm not judging. We just beat Craig to death, and Kier stabbed him through the eye.”

I still can't believe we did that, but the fucker deserved it. Like even when he knew he was going to die he couldn't put his bigotry to the side and say sorry.

“Oh, fun. Want to help me track down Ricky? I saw him stumbling through the woods,” Blakely says, and Bates groans.

“I thought we agreed on two kills, then you would take a water break and have a snack,” he mutters, and Blakely spins around so fast, I get dizzy.

“Listen, just because I chose to keep you around, doesn't mean you are the boss. I get it. I’m carrying precious cargo, and I would never harm my children, so shut the fuck up and you go eat a bloody Snickers or whatever.”

With that final word, she grabs my hand and pulls me through the fields, muttering about her asshole harem.

“I have raised Tiffany, Freddie and Margo. They happen to still be alive and happy. Like can't I just ever have a night off. We don't get to bash heads in anymore,” she complains, and I smile at how cute she is.

She is fucking terrifying, but in an adorable way.

We reach a group of people, who are stumbling around and whimpering.

“The spiders are going to get us. Please. Kill the spiders,” they beg, grabbing onto us.

I shove them to the ground and we watch as a few wobble over to the pits.

“Ouch,” I mutter as a few are skewed like a fucked up shish kabob.

“Pity, I would have enjoyed playing with them,” Blakely mutters, then tugs on my hand again, pulling me toward a copse of trees.

There are more photos of Brian and my heart aches. He was so beautiful. I know this is completely fucked up, but I hope after tonight he feels some peace.

“Oh, there he is. My little pet, all trusted up, waiting for me,” Blakely coos, and Michael grunts.

Ricky is tangled in a spider web, moaning about clowns coming for him. It seems he's had a healthy dose of hallucinogens.

“Boys, help me move him. He doesn't deserve to rest.”

Bates and I grab his arms and tug him over to another tree. The red lights make his pale face glow and he already looks close to death.

Blakely must agree with my inner thought, because she huffs and kicks her heel until the blade inside the tip of her shoe pops out.

Giving him a slice in his leg, he hardly yells.

“Dammit! I wanted to play with him. Fine. You boys have fun. I'm going to eat my damn snack, and I do have to pee,” she mutters before walking away.

Ricky starts to ramble, and I really don't want to play with him like Blakely did.

Looking at Mike, I shrug, then step away and raise my nail studded oar.

“You don't deserve to breathe after killing the man I love,” I mutter, then swing, hitting him right in the throat.

Mike grunts as Ricky's weight leans onto him, his blood spraying us in the face.

Ricky begins to gurgle loudly as Mike drops him onto the ground.

We stare at each other for a few minutes and when he licks his lips, tasting Ricky's blood, I can't stop myself.

I need a taste too. I don't know who moves first, but soon I'm attacking Michael's lips.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” I groan as Michael kisses along my neck, biting hard on my collarbone.

“Take your shirt off,” he grunts, stepping back to remove his own top. We are covered in blood, but it doesn't turn me off like I thought it would.

I guess I understand now why Blakely and her guys are fucking like rabbits somewhere in these woods.

Her moans have been echoing through the trees the last twenty minutes. I think it's time for Kier to turn the speakers on.

We have one more trick up our sleeves for the remaining lambs, waiting to be slaughtered.

Lifting my shirt, I toss it somewhere behind me. Ricky's mangled body is beside us, but I don't care.

It's not like I've ever shied away from voyeurism before, plus he's dead. I took pleasure in torturing him with my oar.

The studs ripping his throat in half. The way he gurgled was like music to my ears.

He should have left Brian alone. Never fucked with our family.

I hope he rots in hell.

Michael steps closer, unbuttoning his jeans, and I want to become his little whore. It's been so long since he's touched me.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a savage. I want to feel the pain tomorrow on the drive home,” I say, then groan as Michael begins to lick my chest and flicks my nipple with his tongue ring.

I need his piercing on my cock before he fucks me into next week.

“Fuck, baby, I need your mouth on my cock. I'm so hard for you it hurts.”

Getting onto his knees, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pushing him lower. Fumbling with the belt and button to my pants, he sighs.

“I'm going to make this so good, you won't even remember Brian's name when I'm done with you.”

My body freezes, and my grip tightens in his hair.

“How could you say something like that,” I mumble before shoving him away and running off.

Shivers run down my naked spine, but I don't care. I knew something was off with him.

I never should have kissed him. I blame it on the bloodlust in the air.

Kiernan

I have one more guy on my list. The others are just pawns. As I continue along the lighted path, Blakely finds me, looking beautifully disheveled.

“How are you doing, Buttercup?” she asks me, grabbing my arm and laying her head on my shoulder.

I'm disgusting right now, covered in blood and gray matter, but so is she.

“Exhausted. Thank you for doing this. I love you. I'm so blessed to have you as my best friend,” I mumble and she sighs, moving to give me a tight squeeze.

“I will always be here, Kier. I will follow you into the pits of Hell.”

“I know. How about we finish this, then shower and jump into the giant jacuzzi tub? I could use some ice cream.”

Blakely groans, and we begin walking again.

“Fuck yes. My feet are killing me, but don't tell the guys I said that. They will appear with some kind of throne to carry me around on.”

Laughing we come up to the pits where Francis is beating the shit out of some of the football players.

“Woo, look at our girl go,” Blakely cheers.

We watch for a few seconds, then continue over to the spider webs. They seem to be a hit this evening.

“Oh look, isn't that nice. We have a little creep in our web,” Blakely coos, moving closer to Shaun and running her blade over his stomach.

He flinches and begins to weep.

“Please don't let the clowns get me. I hate the circus,” he babbles and I sigh.

Grabbing my knife, I ignore all the blood on the blade and cut him down from the netting.

“What are you doing?”

“I don't want to kill him after all. Just let him fall into the pit. I think I'm done with tonight.”

A yawn escapes my lips and Blakely sighs.

“Yeah, okay.”

Untangling Shaun from the web, I turn him around and whisper into his ear.

“You are the worst one of all, because you like to fuck men. You had to take your jealousy and anger out on someone sweet and innocent and for that you will rot in Hell, oh and by the way, Ricky's dead.”

A powerful wail escapes Shaun's lips as he stumbles off toward the pit.

He picks up his pace screaming for Ricky. Taking a remote out of my pocket, I hit play. Brian's laugh plays through the trees, and I join him.

I feel lighter now. I'm not sure how long that will last, but I'm going to bask in it.

Shaun runs faster until a low hanging branch stops him, instantly snapping his neck. I can hear the break from here.

“Are you fucking serious!” Blakely shouts, and I shake my head. “That was so anticlimactic. I mean we didn't even get to rough him up or anything.”

Ripping her mask off, she turns to me with a pout on her lips.

I laugh, and pull her into my arms. Removing my own mask, I place a kiss onto her forehead and hold her as close as I can.

The baby kicks between us, and she grumbles.

“Okay, well now it's snack time,” she mutters, and Chuck pops out of the shadows like he’s been waiting.

He hands her a granola bar and a bottle of water.

Looking at me she smirks. “See,” she grunts, and I smile.

“Enjoy it, B, you never know when things will change.”

Famous last words. I guess when they say be careful what you put out into the universe is true.

A woman starts to scream, and Blakely grins.

“Oh, I almost forgot about our little bartender.” Turning to Chuck, she bats her eyelashes at him.

Sighing, he nods, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Last one, baby,” he says, and she squeals, pulling my arm to where Shayna is still screaming.

As we get closer my blood turns cold. Mike is fighting with her. I watch them through the trees, not letting him know I'm here yet.

“You made your bed, why should I suffer for it too?” Mike says, taking another step forward toward her. “You made that call, and my brother had his ass kicked. I couldn’t recognize who he was afterward. You’re not innocent.”

“Maybe not, but you killed him,” she snarls. “How could you do that to your twin, the other half of your fucking soul!”

“What?” I gasp, walking out of the shadows with Blakely.

My heart hurts and I have to place my hand over it. No, Mike wouldn’t hurt Brian. Would he?

“Why are you doing this? You promised me, Mike! I never told. Please. I have a child. Please. I've kept your secret.”

Mike stands over her with a bloody grin. He holds his bat with a tight grip, resting it by his hip.

Blakely steps forward and grabs Shayna by her hair. “What is she talking about,” she hisses at Mike, and he rolls his eyes.

“Nothing, she's the one who called Ricky that night. She's the catalyst of Brian's death.”

Shayna begins to shake. She's muttering under her breath, but I can't understand her. Looking up at Mike she smiles, opening her mouth.

“No. You killed him.”