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AN ULTRA VIOLENT FAIRY TALE
BY
PETE BERTINO
THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT PROTECTED 12/28/2022 PETER JAMES BERTINO
AUTHOR; AND MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM
THE AUTHOR.
It is a place of strange magic, unbelievable creatures, and familiar technology, a place known as The Land Of Eternal Night where daylight was nonexistent. There were places south and north that saw day and night like clock work, but that is of no concern to us. On a road in a forestry looking land sat a moderately sized prison made of old cinder blocks with four tower guards at each corner manned by men known as Marshals who dressed in a suit of thick black leather jumpsuits with strong chain mail underneath and a black flag sewn into their right shoulder, a flag with an infinity loop, one loop was green, the other orange. Some guards wore helmets that covered their heads, others wore some that were like masks and carried spears when they rode their motorcycles, all were armed with wrist mounted crossbows, guns were illegal in this land and considered as evil as witchcraft.
Though the towers were great in height and adorned with actual electric spotlights to search the grounds for escapees, the main prison was just two stories high but looked formidable with its iron barred windows and chain link fence topped with razor wire. Inside the prison were a few more Marshals taking watch of nearly fifty female inmates in for various crimes ranging from the small (petty theft, loitering) to much bigger (murder, unnaturalness) but only one was here for being unnatural, Glitterbelle The Fairy. She sat in a cell on the second floor, minus her wings.
When Marshals of The Order captured her they cut off her wings. When catching a fairy the first thing one is to do is rip her wings off which is where their power derives. Normally a fairy had superhuman strength and regenerative health with skin that is flawless and so healthy it radiates pink, and eyes that sparkled a variety of colors depending on their mood, she could sense the pheromones of humans with just a flare of her nostrils.
Here though without her wings, (they sat locked in an office very close by) Glitterbelle’s skin was gray like dusty parchment, and her senses limited, eyes were merely dark colorless marbles that sat in her pounding head, normally her lovely face was freckled with shiny quartz colored glitter but here they were indiscernible on her gray face. She sat on the floor of her dank, dirty cell, her hair (normally rich and thick, a purple so dark it looked nearly black) was a wiry grayish black mop with silver streaked through out dangled over her face like a tattered shroud, feeling depleted in her bright orange jumpsuit that signified her importance. Though she didn’t have her wings, she was still considered a deadly threat.
She felt not only weak but unmotivated to try and fight once they’d taken her wings. Fairies can generally only experience one emotion at a time, very raw and quite barbaric if they are angry.
Glitterbelle felt hollowed out and weak from the depression of her stolen wings and took only the shallowest of breaths while she tried to ignore the still fresh back wounds where her wings once sat.
“Hey, Glitterbelle.” a voice from outside her cell said in a whisper.
The fairy ignored the voice, Glitterbelle was resigned to her fate that someone was coming for her today to take her to a place far worse than here. A place where they’d ground her wings to make magic
potions and feed her fairy flesh to other dark unnaturals to make them stronger. Let them, the fairy shrugged, knowing she’d eaten a few people in her long life for the same purpose.
“Hey, Glitterbelle.” the voice called out again, a small hand holding out a palm sized mirror at an angle came into view.
Glitterbelle sat in darkness, but she could see the rabbit looking face of the young woman speaking to her in the reflection of the mirror. The voice was high in pitch, almost a whine and though Glitterbelle did recognize the face from somewhere, the fairy ignored her still.
“Hey, Glitterbelle.” the voice continued.
“What?” she replied in a sleepy sounding voice.
“It’s me, Bernadette. I saw you at Crow’s Nest remember? You were with your man, Luke.” she said in sigh, a smile radiated her dirt streaked face.
“So fucking what.”
The dirty face in the little mirror frowned and looked sad enough to cry, her eyes had taken on a glassy look.
“Oh, I just wanted to tell you thanks for bein nice to me, when I complimented your glitter and you said thank you and gave me a baggie of green rose pollen, I slept really good that night.”
The fairy briefly recalled a young peasant woman wearing sweatpants and a cruddy dinghy T-shirt sitting outside the club begging for food. She remained silent though, not feeling like recalling the last time she’d been free.
“I was at the Nest the night before I got here, I saw Luke was with some new chick.”
Glitterbelle felt her heart stop as she took in a quick sharp breath. Her head, which had been hanging low and facing the floor between her legs suddenly rose up straight. The face in the mirror became as pale as milk as she pulled her arm back to her side of the cell.
“What did you say?” the fairy asked in a firm voice.
“Uh, I uh...I said I saw Luke was with some new chick….” the voice replied, sounding nervous and unsure. “...sh-she she was a fat bitch though, she ain’t pretty like you...”
The voice trailed off and didn’t speak again, however her words bounced around Glitterbelle’s aching head making her depression melt into another emotion, rage. Red hot, jealous, murderous rage.
Glitterbelle felt a vibration deep inside her stomach, it was small at first but started to grow. Her hands which had hung limp suddenly began to snap open and closed as Glitterbelle began to breath deeply in her throat as if she were in the throes of love making.
She rose from the floor as she ground her teeth, thinking of how to escape so she could find Luke and bite a piece of his flesh off. She’d have to wait until they came to her to take her out of here, which was today. It was just a half hour later when Glitterbelle saw from the barred window of her cell, a short auto carriage with a dark rounded body called a Packard, pulled up to the entrance by the guard towers.
The auto carriage looked alien when compared to the industrial looking motorcycles the Marshals used to travel around on and the other auto carriages that you might see.
A man stepped out of the vehicle dressed in a uniform that was dark blue and wore black shoes with a high mirror shine. He wore a tie of identical color, to the right of it was a name tag and a gold plated badge. On his hip was a large caliber revolver in his hand was a twelve gauge shotgun.
The gun toting man was coming for her. Glitterbelle sank to the floor, pretending to fall back into her depressive state. She didn’t want this guy to sense she was angry, if she did this right she knew she could break out of here. Her heart thundered as the wounds on her back twitched, her wings wanted to flap whenever she was in a high emotional state and she was glad her wings were gone for the moment so they wouldn’t give away her mood, dulling the glow of her eyes was hard enough.
She hated that thought even if it was the truth, she just wanted blood and wanted it now. But she would need her wings first then she could have all the blood she wanted. Although her wings were gone making her much weaker, she was still a little stronger than regular people but she would tire out very quickly and she was far from immortal. She’d have to move quickly and not get too caught up in beating everybody here to death until she got her wings reattached.
Glitterbelle closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing while she listened to the world outside her cell. She heard quiet whispering and the thud of boots on the floor nearby, in the distance she heard the clang of an electronic cell door opening. Voices of the other prisoners pick up in excitement, but the Marshal hollers at them to shut their twat holes which opened a volcano of hate inside of the fairy.
“I’m gonna rip your cock off.” she whispered to herself.
Then she heard them coming but she didn’t move, she just took long breaths without moving a muscle.
Even when they stood in front of her cell and their shadows cast down over her from the florescent bulbs shining in the large corridor, she held still.
“That’s the fairy? She don’t seem like much.” the blue suited gunslinger said, who’s hair was dark, clean and cropped close to his skull with an electric razor.
“Yeah, well they don’t fuck around.” said the Marshal that stood with him and looked opposite, with his long and greasy hair under a helmet that looked more like a stew pot.
“My ass, she looks like one of those slutty teenagers you see in high school dressed up for Halloween.”
“Halloween?” asked the guard.
“Just a holiday where I come from. Come on I ain’t got all day I need to get this weird bitch out of here.”
“Right, stand up and come forward, prisoner.”
Glitterbelle waited three seconds to stand and preceded it with what she hope sounded like a watery sigh of pain and defeat. She moved three steps forward standing just outside her cell facing the prison guard. Her eyes were only slightly open as she feigned fighting back tears as the Marshal ordered her to place her hands behind her back while opening her cell as the blue suited one walked behind her with a pair of handcuffs in hand.
She judged the blue tied man to be the greater threat because of his gun on his hip and the long barreled one strapped to his back but the easier target since he apparently saw nothing more than a dumb and weak little whore just out of childhood, though she was in fact closer to seventy seven years in age.
When the blue suited man leaned close with the cuffs, Glitterbelle threw her head back with a speed beyond human and smashed the gunslingers nose with the back of her head while she raised her foot and kicked the Marshal in the stomach hard enough to send him to the cells across from her.
A woman in the cell closest to where he landed reached out and grabbed him by the hair dragging him closer. He let out a scream that was high pitched and made the other woman laugh. When the other arm came out of the cell holding some kind of pointy object that suddenly went into the crotch of the guard, his scream reached a crescendo only a man in hysterical pain could utter. The roar of savage joy from the prisoners was like a screaming orgasm, the sound made Glitterbelle physically aroused.
Glitterbelle felt that only subconsciously as she quickly turned around and took the cuffs he dropped while he held his hand over a nose pouring blood. She held a cuff across the knuckles of her fist and began punching him in the face. The first punch made his legs go out from under him, but the fairy held him up against the wall by the throat with her free hand, the cuff and her fist had pulverized the man’s face into a red pulpy smear. With her right arm stained in blood up to the elbow she dropped the blue suited gunslinger and looked serenely down at the body ignoring the excited shouts of the other prisoners.
Then she was struck in the shoulder by something, a pain like a knife of fire hit her right leg as well dropping her to one knee, she let out a grunt as a fire began to build inside her stomach like acid reflux.
She growled deeply as she looked back over her shoulder and saw a Marshal standing behind her trying to reload his three shot crossbow. His hands shook just the slightest bit while he looked down at his weapon, when he looked up and saw Glitterbelle rip the arrow out of her back with a sneer the hands of the Marshal shook worse as he let out a quiet moan of fear.
The prisoners screamed in delight as Glitterbelle, who ran at a limp thanks to the arrow, chased after the Marshal who promptly gave up reloading and went to his left where the door to an antechamber was, as well as the alarm to announce a prisoner escape. With no cameras in the prison and low staff, the alarm was the best way to get that message far and wide. The Marshal was running full speed to the door as he rammed a fist into a pocket searching for the key that would open the lock, he took a glimpse behind him as he finally got the keys out and saw the fairy’s mouth had opened wide, wider than a normal person could and filled with more teeth as well. They normally looked like regular teeth, but they changed from square even looking rows of white into yellowish pyramid shaped daggers.
The key ring jingled in his hands, going through it to pick out the electric one, wishing they could have had cameras and walkie talkies instead of electric locks and spot lights. He cursed aloud but only because Glitterbelle reached him and sunk her dozens of teeth into the flesh of his neck, his curse became a gurgle as her teeth met in the middle of his neck flesh and she pulled her face away. His throat split open as she ripped his flesh away while still in her teeth painting the impenetrable titanium beige door a horrible shade of thick gore.
Just beyond the antechamber sat two Marshals unaware of what was going on just behind them as the doors were sound proof. The man Troy, a skinny middle age man who was hornier than he’d like to admit and his partner, Renee a woman close to sixty but had large tits Troy found himself wanting to suck on during quiet nights like this, sat facing each other playing five card stud on the office desk just to kill time.
“It’s your turn to do the rounds.” said Troy.
“How about whoever wins this hand does the rounds?” Renee said, giving him a wink.
“Why what are you holding?”
She put down her hand and revealed four aces. Troy sucked in a deep breath and threw his cards down with curse.
“Ya know I always wish I could get fucked, just not like this.” he said with a growl.
Renee’s eyes widened at his statement and Troy felt his face go hot and he muttered an apology as he stood up to cover her rounds.
“You do my round and I’ll fuck you whatever way you want Troy.” she said, stopping him in his feet.
He looked at her feeling too euphoric and horny for words, so Renee continued.
“I get off in a half an hour, you come home with me and you’ll get off too. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Troy so don’t try and pretend you’re some wholesome little boy that doesn’t have a nice stiff one for me. If I’m direct I’m sorry but I’m an old lady and I don’t believe in dicking around unless an actual dick is involved.”
Troy took a few deep breaths and nodded before recovering his ability to speak.
“OK, uh...I’ll do the rounds and we’ll clock out and get out of here.” he said in a voice he hoped sounded deep and authoritative.
He left with her smiling at his back and went through the first door then the second door, too distracted by the thought of having his cock plunged deep between her mammoth breasts to notice the red stain on the thing rectangle of window leading out into the cells or the commotion of shouts coming from out there. He opened the door to a Marshal laying dead on the floor and the blood drenched fairy standing over the body chewing on flesh. Her eyes were just black shadowy pits that sat in her face, the flesh and blood dripping from her lips made Troy’s erection wither.
Renee sat facing the wall with a mirror in her hand looking at her face and wishing she didn’t have so many wrinkles when the door opened violently with a thunderous crash. Renee shot up out of the chair putting her hand to the wrist mounted crossbow but stopped short with a scream of horror on her lips.
There stood the fairy, her arm soaking in blood was around Troy’s throat, she held the large revolver the blue suited man had been carrying up to Troy’s temple, his hands were up showing he was defenseless though Glitterbelle knew that from the smell of piss going down his leg.
Glitterbelle watched the woman who was looking at the alarm switch on the far wall besides the door that would lead to the first floor and freedom. Just behind the female Marshal was a door that was heavy looking and had a bright red sign prohibiting entry written with chrome font. Glitterbelle looked at the door and felt her back wounds twitch.
“Are my wings in there?”
The older woman nodded as she held up her own hands showing she was harmless.
“Get them, get me my wings.” she said calmly.
“I...I uh can’t...no.” she said, clearing her throat and saying no more firmly.
“Put up your right hand.” she said easily to her hostage.
Glitterbelle moved the gun from his head and placed it touching close to his hand then pulled the trigger. Two fingers shot out from his exploding appendage, sending blood and bone fragments everywhere, covering Renee’s wrinkles with a vile kind of cover up. Troy let out a wail as the gristly stub of his former hand twitched while holding it by the wrist with his other hand, he was only standing up still because the fairy held him up, as consciousness slipped away he hung by his neck at her arm like a dead chicken.
“Gimme my wings, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
She placed the nose of the revolver at his crotch but Renee who was crying, already had the keys out.
Her hands shook making the metallic brass keys jingle but the one she needed was a key card to open this door, she let out a cry filled cough as she found the key and ran it through the reader plate below the knob. The door sprang open and the Marshal stepped back holding her hands up.
“No,” Glitterbelle shouted, making her yelp. “go in there and bring my wings to me!”
She nodded and quickly went inside the closet sized room that held all the prisoners personal items, Glitterbelle had only her wings but that was all she needed. She was becoming impatient after just fifteen seconds and was about to shoot off the guards other hand when the old lady came out holding her wings which were inside of a large clear bag with a zipper lock. Glitterbelle let out a cry like a child finding a long lost pet.
Although they had been stuck in an airless bag, her membranous wings still held their preternatural translucent purple and green colors and the veins that attached themselves to the muscles in her back were still red with blood. The wounds on her back began to itch like her skin was on fire, she smiled and shot the old woman in the face once she put the wings on the desk and dropped her possibly dead hostage.
She dropped the gun then ripped off her jumpsuit, white T-shirt and sports bra underneath. The cold of the room made her nipples hard enough to cut glass, which her nipples could literally do. She was a dangerous creature already, with her wings back on, she would be a monster. She ripped open the bag that was labeled Ziploc and had the word evidence written below that and the moment she touched the wings she felt more awake.
The veiny membranes tickled her back as they burrowed down like worms into her flesh and reconnected to her body. Her skin began to lose its dirty dusty looking hue and the muscles in her leg began to grow and push out the arrows from inside of it before regenerating the flesh and bone. Her hair regained its color, bounce, and body, she picked up the mirror the old woman had been using to look at herself now. She smiled as her skin gleamed a healthy pink and her freckles of glitter sparkled like fresh cut quartz.
She held up a hand and admired her nails and was able to extend then retract them once again like cat claws. She tittered as she thought about how much she enjoyed cutting people open with them, she even felt a slight sexual arousal when she thought of mounting Luke then slitting his throat while he came. Her wings began to flap at the thought of bloody erotics.
The first thing she did was take the clothes of the old lady Marshal after cutting out holes for her wings, then she took the guns and ammo (just eight or nine shells for the shotgun, a few more rounds for the revolver and a holster) then she unlocked the door leading down to the first floor where at least a half dozen more Marshals sat below unaware of what was going on. Then she opened all the cells and the rest was obvious. The more who escape the harder it would be for The Order to know where she went.
Just as she entered the stairwell to go down following the flood of escapees, the prisoners suddenly began doubling back and screaming. She saw a pair of prisoners near the front who had turned away in fear had gotten shot with arrows in the back and were knocked under the trampling feet of the panicked prisoners. They ignored Glitterbelle and began to knock into her, she let out a snarl and pumped the shotgun and fired. Three or four prisoners standing almost on top of her were knocked back and ripped off the legs of another and peppered a dozen more with spread shot.
The flood of prisoners then parted for her as she roared and pumped the twelve gauge again and charged down the steps of the narrow stairway. She saw two guards at the bottom who looked like they had been enjoying themselves.
“Like shooting fish in a barrel.” said one of them.
“Let’s see what they think of a shark in a barrel.”
Glitterbelle tittered when she said this to herself and reshouldered the shotgun by its strap so she could use her bare hands on them. The look on their faces when they saw her made her laugh harder still. She let them both fire their three shot crossbows and laughed when neither of them got a direct hit despite standing just a half dozen feet away.
“Fish in a barrel, right?” she said with a hysterical laugh.
Her laugh grew more hysterical as her eyes turned a swirling orange red and her mouth opened even wider than before. She snapped quick as a turtle and bit off the top lip and nose tip of the one closest to her. The second turned to run but Glitterbelle leapt as nimbly as a jungle cat and knocked the Marshal to the floor and sunk her teeth into the back of his skull.
He screamed, but the sound of his painful shriek was covered over by the obscene wail of the prison alarm. The noise startled her and she stood up while both guards, still alive, were scrambling away, she miraculously ignored the murderous rage she felt at that moment and left the prison among the flood of others.
Glitterbelle came out to a sky with just a sickle of a moon above. Most of the hundred and fifty prisoners ran into the forest in the southwest to where clusters of villages sat many miles ahead, as well as Great Roads which would have more traffic and make disappearing easier to do. Others seemed to run in random directions out of either sheer panic or too blinded by the euphoria of being free to know where to go next, the guards on the towers were inside the prison trying to lock down the whole building. Their crossbows could do nothing at that distance and from that height.
Glitterbelle, who had come through this land a few times in her seventy odd years of life, knew there was an underground subway station near here. The prison she was being held at was what had once been a large prisoners village during the last age of kings that used a subway to transfer the tens of thousands of prisoners that had lived and died there very long ago. She walked into the forest that was towering with redwood trees that looked to go on into infinity in the night.
Glitterbelle didn’t understand how things here grew without sunlight but it was just a passing thought, she cared no more for that than how her wings flapped. Her eyes searched the grounds for a walking path or the sign she’d spied once nailed to the corpse of a tree announcing the direction of the substation entrance. Glitterbelle’s magic eyes could see at night better than most nocturnal creatures, still though she wished she could hear thoughts and read minds like a witch or a sorcerer.
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Though she was a half mile away from the prison and the alarm was just a din now, she wondered if they were coming for her yet. Until they were right on top of her she’d never know until she was surrounded which was how they caught her the last time. She trudged around the gigantic trees scowling up at the moon trying to recall where it had been positioned in the sky when she saw that sign. After wandering around with one eye in the sky for a few minutes she found the sign.
It was just an orange arrow on a chrome plate bolted to a rotted tree. After ten feet of walking she came to a clearing that was lit up by fire light where a square hole sat in the ground, that was bookended on three sides with waist high iron railing. Glitterbelle approached and saw a set of metal stairs going down into a tiled hallway lit by electric lights from inside the hole. On either side of her on the railings torches sat in a small glass case on black iron poles that were actually pipes leading deep underground to a gas that would keep the torches burning forever.
She went down the steps as her stomach growled with hunger. She wished she’d had escaped after dinner but she shrugged her shoulders as she descended into the tiled hallway. There were millions of octagonal thumb sized tiles on the walls that were orange and white, some of the tiles were gone and revealed the crumbling concrete beneath that looked like dusty white chalk.
There were random spots on the wall the had graffiti with variety things such as ‘I am fuck, fuck of the mountains!’ in cursive pink paint and ‘Cockstrong’ in big blocky white letters on black. Another piece of graffiti written in longhand with neon green paint appeared to be a line from a poem or a song, ‘you know the day destroys the night, night divides the day’ to Glitterbelle that line summed up The Land Of Eternal Night pretty well. She saw a large piece of a green rose that was as tall as her done with spray paint but expertly done, the details were all there right down to the tiny hairs on the blue pollen ball at its center. A few feet past the rose was a sign welcoming her to the Orange Line Station, the sign was covered with filth and random graffiti but still legible.
Under it was a map showing where she could go and how to get there. She would have to take an autocart since she had no clue how to operate a subway train whereas she’d used autocarts plenty of times and could travel faster in one since they were only a little bigger than a mine cart and they could run up to forty miles an hour. She went further into the tiled hallway and found a short set of steps leading onto the platform that was lit brightly by large opaque rectangles of glass that were flush to the ceiling and hummed with an electric whir.
On her left and right were tracks sitting in dips on either side of the platform with a large gray and orange train car sitting on both tracks. One set of tracks had a sign saying southbound and the other an identical sign saying northbound. Glitterbelle faced a wall upon which sat an elevated set of tracks but without a train car sitting on them. Though there was nothing on the elevated tracks, she could see tunnels at both ends of them.
Glitterbelle stepped onto the platform and saw the tunnels the trains sat on leading out presumably north and south once they’d left the subway station. She didn’t care though, she had to stay on the
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northeast until she was good and far from here, all she needed was the computer terminal in the train to bring out an autocart. She was glad that the gas that powered everything would never run out, even though it was poisonous to everything, she was just glad for the convenience.
She went into the train on her right and tapped on the touch screen of the terminal pad. After a moment she saw the graphical overview of the subway station that used something called a Picture Processing Unit. To Glitterbelle it was just bullshit fancy talk that wizards use to swing their dicks around and call it their magic wand.
She growled and felt her face become hot with anger, so hot she felt sweat bead on her forehead and sizzle as her wings began to flap. Remembering the wizard she had met that tried to drug her and take her wings and other things as well. He failed to get anything from her of course, but the memory made the volcano of her emotions rumble and its lava ascend.
She felt the fire building in her chest and made that conflagration of white hot rage go to her arm making it vibrate. She let the heat of her anger pool in her fist then she punched the solid metal wall to her right and left a sizable dent, her knuckles were a little red from the punch, her eyes glowed like rubies.
She was filled with emotion and was bubbling over, she thought about fucking herself quickly. Just a few quick jams with her finger so she could calm down a little but decided against that. She wanted to save herself up for Luke in hopes he would make her come so hard that she might not feel so bad when she rips his heart out to eat afterwards.
That thought amazingly brought her emotions down to a simmer and she was able to corral an autocart without putting her fist through the touchpad. She brought out a couple of carts and sent all but one on varying routes in case The Order came down here. There was an option to have the trains run on auto pilot but Glitterbelle knew those things were big and loud and would only draw attention to this place sooner if trains started running out of this ancient subway station.
The autocarts were quiet and would draw less attention even if people saw one. Feeling settled, Glitterbelle climbed a wall mounted ladder that led up to the elevated tracks. She programmed her cart to do a round trip but she planned on getting out at a random slowdown for a turn and just let it run its course.
She sat low in the car once it left the underground station and came out through a tunnel lined with bricks and entered a forest with low hanging trees. As she came out from under a pair of branches covered in vines, a tree serpent jumped into the cart, they were no bigger than a possum or a river rat, with a body covered in brown fur and gray fishy looking scales and a lizard like head and razor tipped claws on its short stubby legs and arms.
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It hissed at Glitterbelle revealing its needle sized teeth. With a barely audible snarl she snatched the tree serpent and bit off its head and ate it just so she would stop hearing her stomach rumble. She just wanted to think about Luke and how badly she wanted to bite a piece of his flesh off. Not his cock, that would be cliché for a fairy.
Plus that was just one little piece. She wanted to take a chunk out of him like he was a hunk of rare beef. She wanted to rip into him until the bones on his body showed but keep him alive. Yes, he’d keep breathing but he be exhaling screams the whole time.
When the sickle moon looked to be directly above her in the sky, Glitterbelle decided to get off at the current slowdown. The cart was still moving at more than ten miles per hour but she got off easily without losing a step. It was still forest, but the trees were smaller and more spread out here. On a hill further away she could see a pair of emerald eyed Draugwolves, they were big enough for a person to ride if they were bold enough to try and harness one.
But these animals were wild and would sooner eat a person than be tamed by one. These two though appeared to have business opposite her direction so she ignored them. Glitterbelle looked around with her nocturnal eyes and sniffed the air for people or the scent of dust kicked up by walking feet. After a moment, she detected something and stealthy made her way towards it.
Denise Jessup, or Kickswitch as her friends called her, walked the road with fast feet holding a paper bag in one arm and an LED flashlight in her free hand, she held it up like a knife which could cut through the dark. She wore thick hiking sneakers and cargo pants with many pockets filled with a chaotic assortment of items, although it wasn’t cold tonight she wore a thick black pullover hoody and felt safe in its plushness. She only wished she really was safe when she heard the voices from behind her.
There were three, maybe four all male and all young sounding. Not young in the way a bunch of mischievous children might sound trying to catch a frog, but young in the way a bunch of rowdy adolescents might sound trying to catch themselves a date. They had been following her for a while and when a pair of Draugwolves came tramping across the forest it sounded like they had run for the hills but after a moment she heard them on the road again getting closer.
The light she carried so she could scare away the tree serpents and to see the road at her feet had been a beacon for them. She started to run when their voices became more defined but they were even closer than she realized and one of them had run and caught up with her. She stopped short and he over shot her by a little and made a grab for her coat sleeve.
She pulled away but then was engulfed by a pair of arms from behind her. She let out an angry grunt as the arms holding her came up, pulling her hoodie and shirt up almost exposing her breasts. The hair on the arm tickled one of her nipples and made her want to vomit but she held it down. He was off balance
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and they both fell with him on his back fortunately and he had lost his grip just a little so she squirmed and nearly got away but his arms got around her again this time on her hip bones locking her tight in his grip, she tried to crawl away but wound up only rolling over getting her self top of him putting them face to face.
He had a greasy face covered with thick tufts of hair blanketing it in what was supposed to be a beard on his pimple plagued chin. He was sweaty and smelled like vinegar and beans. His chapped lips puckered up as if to get a goodnight kiss, his breath came out in an invisible cloud of what a poet might call death. The urge to vomit rose again, she didn’t fight that down.
Out through her sweaty lips was a thick, chunky stew of stomach bile with hunks of meat and vegetables from an actual stew. This yellow mess came out of her throat in a loud wet ‘GLURT’ sound and splashed right on the hairy fellows face. He let go of Kickswitch and let out a scream of indignation as she rolled off him. She heard them laughing but knew they would make her pay worse for up chucking on their friend.
“Hey sugar tits, you need a breath mint?” said one of them.
She had gotten to her feet but was tripped up by one of the others. She saw her flash light was within her reach but was quickly picked up by one of the men.
“Look at this light.” said the one snatched, he wore dungaree bib overalls.
Another voice spoke while the hairy one she threw up sat on her legs, he removed his shirt to wipe off her sick. He turned to glare at her and she gave him the finger.
“I’m gonna stick that finger in your ass, then up your cunt.”
“Shut up, Dana. What the fuck you trying to kiss her for, you gonna ask her out on a date next?” said a voice in the dark.
“I dunno, sorry Ross.” he replied sheepishly as the light found the face of Ross, who was towheaded and looked more like a choir boy than a rapist.
“And gimme that light, shit you guys don’t know nothing. Here watch.” said Ross.
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His hand pulled down on the neck of the light retracting the cover to let light shine in a wide circle. The light illuminated the immediate area showing Ross and his three companions.
“Mmm, lemme eat that ass.” said the one in overalls and whose head was so bald it shined.
“You keep a hold of this,” said Ross, handing the light to a large chested lumber jack with more hair in his ears than on his head.
“I caught her, so I go first, and keep the light close, I like to see what I’m doing.”
The blond man came over and kneeled beside her and gently took a breast in his hand. Kickswitch whined but before she could push him away, the lumberjack was holding her arms down. The one named Ross was taking his erect penis out as he tried to slide his hand down her pants but he struggled.
“God damn it Dana, move your ass down a little.”
The bald one now held the light and licked his lips as he watched and was unaware of someone standing next to him. When he noticed he looked into what he thought were the eyes of what his long dead mother called the devil. They were not the eyes of anything divine or holy. The sclera were black as midnight and the iris’ were red orange flames.
“Who are you?” he squealed.
Glitterbelle extended her nails and split open his shiny scalp covering his face in a torrent of blood. She reached out her hand and stuck it under his chin like a mother would when comforting a child. She plunged her long nails through the bottom of his jaw tearing into the thin flesh until she had the meat of his tongue in her hand and ripped it out through his new mouth hole.
She opened her own and ate the tongue as the bald man collapsed and died of shock. Ross and the others watched as their companion’s body was creating a large pool of blood. Ross could see his own reflection in the puddle of crimson and shuddered.
“Go ahead, Dana.” said the lumberjack.
“What...” said Dana.
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Glitterbelle stood still watching as she finished eating the bald man’s appendage.
“You can take a hit better than me. Right, Ross?”
“Yeah, don’t be a pus Dana. She can’t way more than a buck five, buck ten tops.”
“B-B-But what’s up wit her back though? Why she got wings? Is she part dragon, maybe she’s a fuckin dragon.”
“No,” said Ross. “she’s just tweaked out and is wearing some old armor from a castle. They still have magic items and shit inside of them.”
“Yeah,” said the lumberjack. “we saw a castle on the way.”
Dana got up, Kickswitch didn’t move though she could have as the other two were watching the petite blood soaked woman with flapping wings. The man held up his fists and approached Glitterbelle timidly as she licked the blood from her fingers while keeping her eyes on the hairy one. Her eyes showed no color now, just a swirling black abyss, he approached nervously.
She smiled with grimy blood soaked lips, then in just a snap of a finger she balled her hand into a fist and plunged it into his stomach. With a flick of a wrist that was just as quick she ripped her hand back out with a little bit of his stomach, colon, and liver caught in her razor sharp nails. He much like his bald friend was dead of shock before he fell to the ground.
Glitterbelle then lunged for the lumberjack who barely had time to move. The one called Ross turned to run for it, but Kickswitch finally moved and tripped him to the ground, hoping it was him that tripped her a few minutes ago. Before he could rise, Kickswitch was on his back and with a pair of brass knuckles she kept in her pocket pummeled him in the kidneys making him cry out in pain.
Before she could do more to hurt him, Glitterbelle appeared and placed her hand on the top of his skull like a priest about to give a blessing. Out of her finger tips her nail extended straight into his skull and didn’t stop until her middle nail popped out from the skin between his forehead and nose, turning his hair pink and his face red. The scream of agony he let out was like nails on a chalkboard, his wails didn’t stop until she ripped his blond scalp off with a deliberately slow tear that sounded like a wet towel being torn in half. The last, horrifying sounds of Ross echoed in Kickswitch’s ears for a while afterwards.