The SICK Chronicles: An Anthology of Extreme Violence and Gore Read online

All in their twenties, the three of them were all unemployed and spent most of their days enjoying living off the misery of others. They had killed, and gotten away with it many times. In the city they grew up in, murders were an everyday occurrence. Often times, only halfway investigated by the authorities, and at others tolerated.

  It was in the afternoon of March 19th, 2010, and Brandon, Angie, and Scott were driving around the countryside looking for trouble. Scott saw a young girl, around the age of nine, with red hair, and a blue dress, walking along the side of the road with her dog. A small Chinese pug on a bright pink leash.

  "Stop!" Scott said. Brandon looks out of the passenger’s side window, saw the little girl, and immediately pulled the pickup truck over, stopping, and switching off the ignition.

  "I wanna talk to her," said Scott.

  He stepped out, and walked over to the little girl. "Hey little girl." she stopped walking, and began staring at Scott. The dog began to bark loudly at him. Her alarm was clear, her eyes darting to and fro, looking for a way to run.

  "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," said the little girl, with the pug continuing to bark.

  "I'm not a stranger. I'm Scott,” said Scott as he held out his hand for the little girl to shake. "I just wanna talk."

  "Hey what you doing there? Leave that little girl alone." Brandon said, as he and Angie began to laugh from inside the truck.

  "Shut up!" Scott yelled in their direction. The little girl began to scream. "Shh, shh, shh. No, no, little girl. I was just telling him to be quiet. I wasn’t yelling at you. I promise."

  "I've gotta go home now!" said the little girl as she began to panic, trying to run away. Scott grabbed her arm. The dog continued to bark at him.

  "Shut that fucking dog up! I said I just wanted to talk!" Scott slapped the little girl and she fell to the ground, the front of her skirt darkening with urine. The girl continued to scream. The dog grabbed Scott by the leg and bit down. "Shit! Fuck that dog!" He said as he kicked the dog, which tumbled into the ditch with a sharp yelp. The dog didn’t move as it lay still where it’d landed. The little girl lay on the ground and continued to scream, with tears streaming down her face, and now holding her head in pain. The smell of urine is strong and the snot is streaming from her nose. "Shut up that screaming! Just shut the fuck up! I just wanted to talk to you!"

  "Having trouble there, lil brother?" Angie asked from the truck.

  "I got it..under..control!" Scott said as he began beating and kicking the little girl in the head. "I said to shut the fuck up with the screaming little girl! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Blood began to run from the girl's nose and eyes as he stomped down on her head with his foot. With one final blow from his foot, her head split open revealing bits of her now fractured skull. The little girl lay twitching on the ground. Shortly all movement ceased. She had finally quit screaming, and Scott stood there staring at what he’d done.

  "Did she quit screaming, Perv boy?" Brandon asked with laughter.

  Scott turned and stalked back to the truck, got in, and slamming the door. "Just drive motherfucker."

  "Alright then." Angie said as she giggled under her breath. Brandon started the truck and they drove away. “So Scott, tell me.” Angie began as she looked at him. “What did the two of you talk about?” she asked as she laughed.

  “Nothing. She wouldn’t really talk to me.” Scott said.

  “I think you might have scared her.” Brandon said as he leaned over and poked Scott in the stomach.

  “I just wanted to talk. That’s all I wanted, and the fucking little brat wouldn’t do it. She deserved what she got.” he said as he pushed Brandon’s hand away.

  “You retarded fuck. What’d you expect her to do? Dance around with you singing a lullaby?” Angie asked. Scott just glared out the window without speaking a word. “Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies.” Angie began to sing.

  “Just shut up!” Scott shouted.

  “Alright, alright. Calm down. We’re only picking at you.” Brandon said. “Where to now kids?”

  “Let’s go get some ice cream.” Angie said.

  “That sounds good to me.” Brandon said as he turned the radio on. A contemporary Christian station was playing a praise and worship song.

  “Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song!” Angie said, as she began to sing the song “Our God is an Awesome God”.

  XXX

  Nathan sat in the doctor’s waiting room while his mother received her check up. He didn’t have any idea what procedure women had done at the doctor, but his mother always came out smiling and happy after a visit with Dr. Parker. Whatever happened behind the door to that office, he received a lollipop out of it, so he didn’t mind. Even at the age of twelve, he still enjoyed a good lollipop.

  Nathan’s father, Mark, was waiting outside by the car, smoking a cigarette as he and his mother came out of the office door. “So did everything check out okay?” Mark asked Nathan’s Mother June.

  “It did, and I’m all set until the next visit.” June said as she smiled. “Let’s go visit the diner and get a bite to eat.”

  “What do you think about that Nathan? Do you want a burger and a shake?” He asked as he ruffled his son’s hair with his hand.

  “That sounds good to me.” Nathan said. They all get into the family's blue 1957 Chevy Bel Air. Mark starts the ignition, and they drive away.

  They arrive at Merv’s, the only diner in town, they get out of their car, and proceeded to walk in. Mark walked toward the booth in the back left corner. For all the years they’d came here, they’d always sat in the same booth. He gave a nod to the owner, Merv, who was behind the counter talking to another customer. Merv waved back at Mark, acknowledging his hello.

  “Hey Merv. How are ya?” June asked as she smiled at Merv.

  “I’m fine, June, and you?” asked Merv.

  “I’m good. Just a bit hungry.” she said as she laughed.

  “Well the special’s real good today.” Merv said. “Dorothy, get over there and take the Smith’s order will you?” Merv said as he motioned for his waitress.

  “Sure Merv,” Dorothy said as she grabbed her notepad and pen walking over to the booth where the three are seated. Nathan had sat on the side of the booth with his mother, and Mark was on the opposite side. “So the special for today is Merv’s famous meatloaf with all the fixins.” Dorothy says looking at everyone around the table. “So what can I get you folks?” she asked.

  Mark looked at his wife and son. “Well guys, what do you want? June, how about you go first.” Mark asked his wife.

  “I guess I’ll have the special then Dorothy. Merv’s always made the best meatloaf you know.” she said. Dorothy rolled her eyes as she wrote down the order.

  “What about you young man?” Dorothy asked Nathan.

  “I’d like a cheeseburger please.” Nathan said with a smile “Oh, and a vanilla shake.”

  “And how about you sir?” Dorothy asked Mark.

  “I’ll have the same as my son there.” Mark said as he smiled at Nathan. Nathan smiled back at his father as he placed his head down on the table.

  “I’ll get that right out to you folks.” Dorothy said as she walked away.

  Everyone enjoyed their meal, and lunch was over as quick as it began. Merv’s had always been known for it’s quick service. Mark paid the check and the three of them left. They got into their car and drove away toward their home on the south side of town. Cedar Falls was a small town of five thousand people. Everyone knew each other around town. If you didn’t personally know someone, then they’d more than likely just moved into town. Not many people were moving to Cedar Falls any longer however. With hardly any employment opportunities, living in Cedar Falls in 1959 was hard on many families.

  Mark himself had already been out of work for a very long five weeks. June had been the sole income of the family during this time. She worked at a small factory on the North side of town sewing uniforms for mechanics. The job didn’t p
ay well, but right now, it was the only means she had to feed her family. On most days Mark was drunk. His soberness at Merv’s was a rare exception. Hardly a day went by in Nathan’s life when he didn’t see his dad lying facedown in the bathroom floor naked, passed out from a date with his equally drunken friend, Jack, the night before. Mark often had violent tendencies when he drank too much, and at twelve, Nathan had became the target of that abuse many times. Mark had managed to break Nathan’s arm once, but of course the story when June got him to the hospital was different, she told the staff that he had clumsily fell out of a tree.

  Nathan couldn’t say he wasn’t scared of his dad, because he was. When Mark wasn’t drunk, Nathan thought the he could be the greatest dad in the world. On other days, he hated him.

  They walked inside their home, a two story brick with bright orange shutters, and Mark closed the door behind them.

  “That was a damn good burger wasn’t it, Nate?” Mark asked.

  “Yeah, dad, it was really good, but the shake was even better.” Nathan said as he smiled at his dad.

  “You bet it was, kid.” Mark said as he gave his son a smile back. Mark sat down in his favorite chair and kicked his legs up in a reclining position. “Hey June Bug, bring me a beer will you?”

  “Don’t you think it’s a little early for that Mark?” June asked from the kitchen. “It’s only five in the evening.” Nathan looked at his father contemplating the next words that were going to come out of his mouth, but he already knew what they were going to be.

  “Just bring me the fucking beer.” Mark said. This is how it always started with him each and every night. Nathan knew what the night was going to bring if he didn’t make himself immediately unavailable to his dad. As June brought a beer into the room to her Husband, Nathan stood up and walked into his room. He shut the door and laid on his bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

  After high school, Nathan decided he wanted to go into the priesthood. Growing up in the catholic church with his mother, he’d always been a faithful member. He never served as an altar boy, though. His father wouldn't even discuss it. Nathan felt the church was the only part of his life that had kept him grounded through all of his years of physical and emotional pain in dealing with the abuse of his father.

  After four years at a University majoring in Catholic philosophy and another four to get his masters in divinity, Nathan felt that he was finally ready, and up for the task of being a priest. After his rite of ordination, Nathan had became what he’d dreamed of since an early age. At the age of twenty six years old, he had became a priest.

  Nathan was assigned his first church in a small town in Jefferson City Georgia, fifty miles southwest of Atlanta.

  Even though he had a small congregation, he still felt that he could do some good within the community. He often organized community outreach programs and food drives. The church had a soup kitchen open on Saturdays for the homeless and the more needy families of the city. He’d organize clothes and toy drives during Christmas for needy families with kids. Nathan seemed to be a model member of the community, but he had a dark secret. An addiction that would grow to be bigger than his God, and it’d lead him on a path of damnation.

  Father Nathan’s addiction to pornography began in 1978. While cleaning up one day in his office he heard what he thought were a couple of his alter boys, laughing in the room next to him. He left his office and went to investigate what the commotion was all about. When he entered the room, he saw Timothy Hughes and Walter Johnson looking at a magazine. The two of them quickly hid it behind their back.

  “What do the two of you have there?” Father Nathan asked.

  “Nothing, Father. We don’t have anything.” They said as they put their heads down.

  “Give it here, Timothy.” Father Nathan said as he held out his hand. Timothy handed him the magazine. Father Nathan noticed the magazine had a picture of a naked woman on the cover, so he quickly placed it down by his side. “I’m ashamed of the two of you,” he said.

  “But Father..” Walter began.

  “But nothing, Walter. Now the two of you get out of here before I call your folks.” Father Nathan said as the boys ran out of the room. He took the magazine back to his office and placed into in his desk drawer.

  The following Saturday morning, Father Nathan came into his church office to do some paperwork that he didn’t get to do the week prior. He hadn’t thought anything else about the magazine he’d confiscated from the boys, until he opened his desk drawer. He noticed the magazine as he looked down and quickly began looking around to make sure no one else was looking at him. He felt embarrassed at what he was looking at. He closed the drawer, and began to doing his paperwork again.

  As he sat there, thoughts of the magazine loomed through his head. Father Nathan had never been with a woman. The only woman he’d ever saw naked was his mother, and that was only by accident. He had walked in the bathroom on her as she was getting out of the shower. Thinking about the magazine, he began to sweat. He stood up out of his desk chair, closed his office door, and locked it.

  Father Nathan sat back down at his desk and opened the desk drawer, and pulled out the magazine. He looked at it for a moment, unsure if he should open it, however eventually the temptation got the best of him, and he gently pulled back the cover page. As he looked at the first few pages, he began to touch himself, and immediately upon doing so, ejaculated. He smiled at the feeling he received. He’d never felt so alive until that very moment. Even as a child, he’d never masturbated. When the subject of sex of any kind outside of marriage was mentioned in his house, hell and damnation was in the same sentence. That day with the magazine, was the beginning of his obsession.

  As the years went by, Father Nathan’s taste in pornography evolved. They grew more extreme. Throughout the 1980s, with the availability of VHS tapes, Father Nathan found a new medium to satisfy his desires. There were thousands of videos being produced of people having sex, and he wanted to collect and watch them all. The invention of the internet satisfied his desire even more. The porn he consumed was never extreme enough for him however, and as his taste grew, he sought out the more extreme as the years passed by.

  Sometime in the year 2000, while browsing an underground internet pornography site one afternoon, Father Nathan ran across an ad buried deep within the site.

  “EXTREME” the ad was in bold red letters. It was clickable, and he was happy to click it. The link lead him to a page with a locations address on it. The address was in Atlanta. There was another link for further details which he tried to click on, but it came up as “page not available”. He hoped the information wasn’t important. Either way, he was still going, and as the day approached, he grew more excited.

  SPOONING

  “Get over here.” Angie says as Scott runs toward her. “Did you get a cup and spoon?”

  “Yeah.” Scott says as he holds out a tablespoon and a medium sized drinking cup.

  “Well scoop the shit up off the floor and put it into the cup.” Brandon says to Scott pushing him into the floor next to Sean and the puddle of feces that has formed around him.

  “What about him?” Scott ask referring to Sean.

  “Fuck him. Just put the shit into the cup fucker.” Brandon says.

  “But it’s got blood in it, Brandon.” Scott says.

  “I don’t care if it’s got whip cream in it, just do it,” says Brandon, slapping Scott on the back of his head. “What the hell’s that for?” Scott ask.

  “For being an idiot..” Angie says with laughter. Scott begins to use the spoon to put as much of the feces into the cup as he can. “Alright, guys. So here’s what we’re going to do now,” Angie says. She paces back and forth in front of Michelle and Sister Sarah. “We’re going to have the Priest play the next game with us, and the two of you girls are going to cheer him on. Right?” Angie asks as she looks at Michelle and Sister Sarah. The two keep their heads down, without response. “Right bitches?” Angie fo
rcefully ask the two women again.

  “Right,” Michelle says briefly looking into Angie’s eyes, but quickly putting her head back down.

  “Are you scared to look at me?” Angie ask as she leans in grabbing Michelle by the chin. “I ain’t gonna hurt a pregnant woman.” Angie says as she smiles and glances over at Brandon. “Right, Brandon my love?”

  “Correct Darlin’. You wouldn’t hurt a pregnant women. We ain’t monsters or nothin’.” Brandon says with his best attempt at trying to convince Michelle of his sincerity.

  “Yeah see there. We aren’t monsters you dumb bitch.” Angie says as she slaps Michelle across the face. She looks over at Sister Sarah. “But a Nun...Well now, we’d beat the fuck out of you now wouldn’t we guys?” Angie says as she begins to laugh.

  “Oh yeah, we’d beat the fuck out of her.” Scott says from on the floor.

  “Oh God!” says Sister Sarah with an obvious tremble in her voice.

  “God ain’t here darling. Ain’t you figured that out yet?” Brandon ask.

  “Alright Scott. Are you done down there yet?” Angie ask as she walks over to Scott.

  “Almost. I’ve almost got it all up. The cup’s almost full.” Scott says.

  “How about you bleeder? Are you alright down there?” Angie ask Sean not receiving a response from him. She begins to laugh. “The fucker must have passed out or something,” she says as she laughs. “Let’s go boys. We have a new game.” She walks over to Father Nathan. “Bring the cup Scott.”

  “Coming Angie.” Scott says as he gets out of the floor and walks over to Angie with the cup.

  “Good grief, Scott. You smell just like that shit.” Brandon says to Scott. Scott puts his head down and sniffs himself.

  Angie holds the cup under Father Nathan’s nose. He turns his head in disgust, gagging.

  “Brandon, grab his head and pinch his nose.” Angie says, and he does exactly as she says. “Now open up your mouth, Father. We’ve got a fucking cup full of this shit.”