Killcount: Always Counting

Chapter 4

Erik awoke in the dark tied to what felt like a kitchen chair unable to move Erik tried moving around but it was no use. An intense pain resonated from his face flaring up especially around his mouth. The burning rage built up in Erik's body started up again and Erik jerked around violently trying to free himself from the ropes grasp. "That won't work you little fuck." Erik tried to scream for help but no words came out "Mmmmh" Erik grunted viciously. "I've finally shut your ass up." James grinned with a look that to normal people they would say it was the face of madness. Erik looked around at his surroundings it was indeed the kitchen that connected to the living room but the lights were of and things were arranged weirdly. Erik noticed the empty beer bottles trailing back up to his Step-Father. "Mmmmph" Erik flailed more and more to a point where the rope made Erik's Xs bleed rapidly turning the once tan rope into a deep shade of red. Erik's now perfectly light brown skin smeared with his own blood James stood there and laughed. 
"Maybe I should go another round just to be sure." James proceeded to grab the roll of green string and tied the needle off. Erik fought hard but to no avail, it was no use his arms drenched in blood dripping all over the tile floor. Erik was tired from the bursts of energy and blood loss. James then grabbed Erik by the face and started with the left corner and made his second rounds "In and Out, In and Out." Erik could clearly see the beer stains on his already dirty wife-beater and could smell the alcohol on his breath as he continued. "In and Out There That's Better," James said cheerfully until he had finished and cut the string. Erik's lips once fine now are covered in blood and bound by the threads of green string. The needle covered in blood and Erik's once normal face now tainted with his "father's" entropy. James saw that Erik was done fighting. "So you've given up now huh you piece of shit always have been always will be, Where's that Hispanic fight We just saw in you?" "Whmm" Erik mumbled. "Yeah Bubba helped tie you up he's behind you just in case." James said gleefully. James rolled his eyes " C'mon boy show me some fire!" James bellowed As he grabbed Erik by the nose and bending it in ways it shouldn't have. "Mmmmm." Erik screamed silently muffled by the prison that was his mouth. Tears welled up in Erik's eyes as the pain flurried with the utmost intensity. "Come on now your real Dad would be so disappointed in you Erik, I thought your kind were supposed to have more energy than that." James Chortled. Bubba watched as Erik's eyes went from their usual pretty brown to a color that was foreign to him. The brother he knew was gone, even Bubba didn't hate Erik he was just doing what his father had told him to do. Erik was now broken, his psyche shattered beyond repair. The anger hit its limit. Erik's mind irreparable. He has become a bedlamite to his ferocity. It was official Erik gave into his aggression and had slipped into an incandescent frenzy. A wide twisted grin tried to split across Erik's face. He began to flail even harder and more sporadically. Bubba watched in horror as his brother was taken away from him by lunacy. I think you've gone too far Dad I didn't know you'd do this." Bubba spoke up horrified at the sight. James just laughed harder and harder until he had to lean forward towards Erik. "Nah he's fine" James scoffed. "And besides why the fuck do you care you've only ever treated him like shit if anything I thought you'd enjoy this." James said crazily. Erik slipped his arms out of the rope using his own blood as the lube for his escape. And in a very fast motion, Erik grabbed the distracted James by the head and vehemently slammed it into his own sending James backward allowing Erik to get free from his polyester shackles. "The hell." James grumbled as his defense had wavered from the blow. James looked up at the sick smile on Erik's face knowing that he had fucked up. Bubba started to apologize profusely and run to go get help but Erik proceeded to turn around and kicked the chair up at him just hard enough to hit him in the back of the head knocking him out in the process. Erik smiled and lurched towards James a smile never leaving his face. James just laid there on the cold kitchen floor terrified beyond belief and completely incapable of moving. "Mmmmm." Erik grunted manically. Erik then proceeded to pry open his mouth with his fingers ripping the stitching open with a loud ripping sound. Blood foaming in his mouth as his lips are ripped apart but still loosely held together by the green string Erik not even shedding a tear nonchalantly said "Couldn't shut me up for long could ya." Erik spat the blood onto the floor leaving a dark red color on some of the stitching. "Oh what I'm gonna do to you." Erik sang gleefully. "I got it!." Erik exclaimed ecstatically. Erik grabbed James's machete from the counter of tools James had out for the occasion and stabbed it directly into James's kneecap making a gruesome pop sound from inside James's leg. James let out an ungodly scream but Erik grabbed James by the mouth "Who is the loudmouth now." Erik whispered gleefully. Then proceeded to put the machete to his mouth. "If you scream again I'll have to take away your voice privileges." Erik smiled then pulled the machete away from James's mouth. "Hmm," Erik thought aloud running his finger across the top of the machete which had a serrated edge on the top and a clean edge on the other side. Erik then one by one started sawing James's fingers to the bone. Erik looked up at James's face and saw he was staying strong shedding a lot of tears but didn't scream. "Hmmm." Then Erik got an idea. And before saying anything Erik grabbed one of James's fingers and bent it back till it broke along the cut with a loud snapping sound Erik then ripped the broken finger off James's hand but upward letting a large piece of flesh rip up his hand until it was finally off. Erik saw James was still standing strong, James was screaming but silently. Erik wanted to hear the sound of his screams so he grabbed his next finger and did the same. Even more, tears filled James's eyes. Erik grabbed his last two fingers and ripped them both backward ripping them from the rest of his hand. James let out a bloodcurdling scream unlike no other. "Haha, I told you what would happen." Erik said playfully then turned away from James then swiftly turned and swiped the machete as it bluntly cut through James's nose horizontally. James cried louder as blood ran down the front of his face. "Whoops, I missed Erik replied in jest. "And in another slice cut through his mouth severing the tissue in James's cheeks. James coughed as he gargled his own blood. The blood-filled James's mouth was too much for him. James started to choke on his blood until he vomited all over the floor. The putrid smell of blood and bile penetrated the night air as Erik just stood there and chuckled softly. "YOUR A GODDAMN MONSTER!" James tried to say but came out unintelligible. Erik then stuffed some of the fingers into James's now wide mouth. "You looked hungry have you had a bite yet." Erik laughed
James tried to spit the fingers out but couldn't so James just threw them up onto the floor. James was losing a lot of blood. James knew he would die soon but Erik wouldn't have it. Erik took his newfound machete and thrust it into James's gut and proceeded to saw through his torso violently blood staining everything with each motion. James's intestines spilled out onto the floor and with his one good hand James tried to crawl away but Erik stomped on his good arm and over and over until the bone itself was broken in multiple places. Erik took the machete and stabbed it into James's other knee causing him to inaudibly scream in pain. "I Just wanted to make sure you weren't dying on me." Erik beamed. Erik stomped on his working hand until multiple pops could be heard from it. Erik took his foot off to see that his hand was broken beyond repair and his arm looked as if it had some form of deformities to it. Erik smiled and imitated James. " Now boy we don't want you getting away no do we." Erik laughed. James laid there on the kitchen floor on his side, his legs were useless from blood loss, his left arm fingerless, his right looked almost flat. He laid their intestines on the floor blood and stomach acid spilling all over the surrounding area. James's wife-beater was now covered in blood and bile. His jaw hung open practically unhinged and stained with vomit and blood His eyes glistening with horror and ready for the cold embrace of death. Erik frowned "I'm not quite done with you yet." Then Erik walked over to the stove and started boiling some oil. "I'm making tea you want any?" Erik asked. Then laughed "Oh wait technically your a little choked up at the moment aren't ya." James just laid there waiting for death. Erik rolled his eyes walked over to James and kicked him in the gut making his exposed organs squeeze out of his body and spill more acid and blood on the floor. James gasped hard like he was underwater and needed oxygen. Erik's tone shifted almost too quickly. "I hate you." I hate you so much Erik stated. "You know why I hate you?" Erik asked. James grumbled unintelligibly. "IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!" Erik screamed in anger as he proceeded to kick James again much harder making blood spill out a little faster. Erik chuckled slightly, "And to think all I wanted was to prove you wrong but you just kept pushing huh?" Erik grew angrier "I'm gonna prove you wrong Erik smiled raising his left arm I'm gonna kill and keep killing until my arms are full then maybe I'll do my legs or my chest." Erik said rolling his eyes. Then maybe I won't be the failure you say I am Erik followed up angrily. "Every X so far is every time the fire told me to lash out, to hurt you, to fight back now I have and the burning has subsided slightly." Erik Laughed then screamed "21 TIMES SO FAR, MAN I'VE WAITED SO LONG TO DO THIS. " Erik's demeanor dramatically changed "Waters done." Erik smiled James tried moving but before he could get far Erik yelled. "Think fast." James looked up only to get a face full of boiling oil. "Whoops did I say water I meant to say oil." Erik smiled as James's pupils melted off of his eyes and his eyes slowly melted leaving the fluid pouring out of his eyes. James let out a high pitched mumble that was meant to be a scream. Erik just laughed insanely. "Eye guess you're reflexes suck." Erik chortled. Erik saw the look on James's face and stopped laughing and grew angry. Angrier and angrier until he snapped. "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Erik screamed as he grabbed the machete and swung it repeatedly at James's throat without precision and sliced his jugular. Erik looked at James as he took his last breath and slipped into the black abyss of death. "Ugh, I let my anger ruin the fun." Erik sighed sadly.

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To Be Continued