Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult by Sandy Masia Read Free Book Online Page B

the floor and stepped
on it.
    “Don’t you get
it?” I said. “We can’t kill any more people! This killing is the
problem, we can’t risk that shit anymore.”
    “No, we just
have to do it right.” Macfearson shook his head, shifting to a more
upright posture. “Are you a little rattled after fleeting a few lifelings ?” He scowled.
    “I’m not guilty
over killing them. I’m not guilty at all. I’m saying you can’t dig
a hole deep enough to cover all this mess for long enough!” I
said.
    “That may be the case,” Macxermillio said. “As far as I am
concerned there is no reason we should be edgy about that right
now. We should worry about the fact that these voices from the
calling are there to jeopardize us and stir us away from our
goal.”
    “We are not
sure about that just yet,” said Macfearson. He lit another
cigarette. “Maybe we picked the wrong samples. I have been thinking
about this all night, tossing it in my head and I think we need to
sample a deathling .”
    “Oh my fuck!” I
shouted.
    “What?”
    “You’re
bloodthirsty that is what you are. You are addicted to it as much
as you are to the self-harm. You can’t stand the possibility of
going on without hackin’ someone’s head off,” I said.
    He flinched in
his chair. “Fuck off, you miserable dead freak! You have no idea
what this is about. These voices in our heads appeal to our brute
instinct as deathlings , if there is a way to uncover
ourselves is through them. Maybe with a bit more self-knowledge we
might do something right and head off to the fuckin’ crop.”
    “Well I think
we have listened too much to our instincts. Don’t think it is
getting us anywhere quite frankly. We are still here, maybe even
right back where we started. The calling is just another system of
rejection like the atmosphere of this world that we are forcing
down our lungs. It is poison.”
    “Mac, maybe we
should use this prick as a sample next,” he grunted. “You
fuck.”
    “Calm down,”
Said Macxermillio. “The sampling was just one way of testing for
credibility. What we need to figure out is the alternative to
sampling.” He cleared his throat and slowly rubbed his hands
together, “There must be something.”
    “Does it have
to be killing people?” I asked.
    Macfearson
glared at me.
    “No,”
Macxermillio answered.
    I leered at
Macfearson, watching him for a reaction. “I think we should see
someone,” I said.
    Macfearson
darkly grinned. “What?”
    “I think one of
the ways to start fixing this is by getting an alternative
viewpoint. We are too close to this to see clearly. I think a
therapist would help weed out some garbage.” I offered.
    Macfearson
jumped up and kicked his chair to the wall almost breaking it. “No
way!”
    Macxermillio
watched as Macfearson ruffled his hair in frustration and punched
the closet multiple times. I cowered in my seat, cringing at the
thought of being battered by his fists.
    “Pipe the fuck
down!” Maxcermillio bellowed. A tone and a choice of words foreign
to his repertoire, because of that it chugged Macfearson to a halt.
Macfearson got on his feet and authoritatively gestured for
Macfearson to sit down. “Sit the fuck down.”
    Hesitantly,
Macfearson picked up the chair and set it. He glared at
Macxermillio, this time with less intensity and contempt. “He
--”
    “It sounds like
a fuckin’ good idea, alright?” Macxermillio said. He turned to me.
“Obviously we can’t tell anyone about the sampling we have to think
of an allegory of a sort. Great idea.” He shifted his attention to
Macfearson. “I know it may feel like we falling back, that we are
starting over but this is not the case .Believe me. You know, it is
just part of the process, burning old bridges to build new ones. At
least now we know a dozen things that don’t work and that is
progress. We are narrowing down and closing in. I think you are so
desperate for this to be right because you can’t handle