Collected Kill: Volume 2 by Patrick Kill Read Free Book Online Page B

dog’s tail.  
    But there was no real oral cavity, as the tongue seemed a mere extension of flesh, bordered on all sides by solid skin stretching across the facial area.  Dick had to be fed through his ear, into a long canal which somehow connected to his stomach.
    Doctors had tried to find ways of separating them, but each time they found out that no matter how much they cut off, Dick would always seem to grow back to his natural state.  Some claimed the makeup of the siblings was unreal, a nightmare of nature, imported from another world.  Others said it was an act of God, a punishment.  When Kalep heard this, he felt strange, like he sensed this was somehow true.
    Shortly after, he started having dreams about a sandswept plain and a body of black water in which he swam.  An ivory bridge was the only landmark that appeared, but he could never manage to climb onto it.  In a few dreams he grasped the end, only to be gouged by its broken nature.  He was always alone in these dreams and Dick was neither beside him or in his unconscious wanderings.  For some reason, he longed to escape through dark waters, to invade this bridge and disappear into the land beyond.  He knew not why, but felt some connection to his father, though his mother claimed he had no father and that her pregnancy occurred without conception.  An act of God, no doubt.  
    Kalep hated life.  He yearned to dream away from his imprisonment, to a lonely, but important place beyond the broken bridge.  He didn’t care if there was nothing beyond its sandy plain, he just wanted to escape life and all that tormented him.  He especially wanted to escape the people who existed around him, those who gawked and whispered and made jokes beneath their breath.
    Kalep felt the empty years progress as the urge to flee the house grew steadier.  It was a moment of enlightenment that every child comes to in their life (whether having a Dick growing from their shoulder or not)—the realization that the world wasn’t what it seemed.  And he was finally reaching those curious days where a boy becomes a man and is overcome by the overwhelming drive to have sex.
    Even Dick sputtered with excitement from time to time when his twelve-inch phallus-head would get rubbed the right way.
    Masturbation never worked.  He found it impossible to fantasize with a putrid glob of flesh stuck to his shoulder, as well as the realistic nature of his fantasy-based mirage was always shattered by the common fact that no woman with a sound mind would come within ten feet of him with Dick growing out of his side.
    “Okay, I give up.  I can’t take it anymore,” Kalep yelled, pausing for a response.  When no reply came, he said “I’m tired, so very tired.”
    He settled in bed that night, after swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills.  He drifted slowly in the darkness, away from the prison of the world.
    This time his dreams became more vivid than life and Dick had traveled with him.  He waded, with his brother on his side, through the black lake and grasped onto the ivory bridge, hoisting himself onto its surface.  He trudged through endless sand dunes, beneath a red-tinted sky.  He never stopped until he came to a house in the middle of nowhere.  It was a white two-story house with a picket fence.  In the back yard, a garden of flowers peeked from the plain of sand and wind chimes echoed across the property.  Though it was simple, it was the most beautiful sight Kalep had ever seen before, and he knew it was his.
    He entered the house to a fully furnished interior.  Candles burned on a dinner table that was set for two.  Red roses draped out of a vase in the middle.
    Kalep peered out the window, noticing the scenery had changed to a beautiful green field layered with waterfalls and winding rivers.  Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, making ponds sparkle and rainbows glisten over the land.
    “I remember the sand and lake, but never