Chapter 19

Tony DeFloure

I hit level 4 after finishing off the last bit of meat on Joel’s bones. Having been weak all of my life, I had been planning on putting another point into strength with every new level. Instead the Voice gave me an announcement of my stats with a point already added to Cannibalism at level 3. I have no idea what it does but it obviously has something to do with me gaining levels from eating people. Probably makes me better at it, like strength makes me stronger. It was probably a good thing that it was automatically applied if it was essential becoming more powerful, because I would have kept putting points into strength otherwise.

Another point went into Strength at level 4, and again I felt that surge of power. My muscles were not growing bigger or anything, but instantly I was stronger. Going into Joel’s bedroom, I picked up his wooden dresser and threw it against the wall. Like most severe heroin addicts my muscles had rotted away to the point where I had problems doing anything physical. The feeling of power trashing the dresser gave me was intoxicating, so I destroyed a wooden chair next. Eventually the entire room was demolished. There were soon holes in the walls, broken glass littering the floor and anything that could be picked up had been thrown somewhere.

Winded from my exertions, I finished up at the Joel buffet and went back to watching the news. They were starting to show groups of people running around eating others and that seemed like a damned fine idea. Originally I had been worried being arrested for murdering Joel, but watching the TV it truly seemed as if the world was ending. I decided, fuck the police. If I can gain enough levels, they won’t be able to do shit and neither would anyone else. I needed to get stronger now, and the world would be mine for the taking. I looked around the residence until I found the largest knife in the kitchen and then went to the door preparing to go meet the neighbors. I caught a glance at myself in hallway mirror on the way out and stopped midstride. I was a mess. There was dried blood covering my naked body, and bits and pieces of Joel stuck to me as well. No one was answering the door for that guy.

I took a quick shower and dug out some clothes out of my backpack. When you’re homeless, you generally tend to keep everything you own on you at all times, so I changed into one of my few spare sets of clothing. I still looked like a crack-head, but at least I was a clean one. Luckily this was government housing, so I would fit right in.

Not having an extra pair of shoes, I had to watch where I stepped because the hallway was littered with trash. I held the knife behind my back and knocked and went to the apartment next door. An elderly black woman in her nightgown opened the door and peered out at me under the door chain.

Looking at me with clear disgust she asked, “What do you want?”

“Hi, I’m staying with Joel next door and he wanted to know if he could borrow a couple of eggs for a cake he is making.” I lied to her.

“Fuck off doper.” The lady told me as she attempted to shut the door.

Cantankerous old lady. I hated bitches like that. I was dressed in my best outfit and she had still instantly judged me. I did note to myself though that if little old ladies opened the door for me in the future, I probably would need to not stare at them like they were going to be dinner. The hands held behind my back obviously hiding something did not help either. I jabbed a foot forward, stubbing my toes but stopping the door from closing. I leaned against it with my shoulder.

“Please, he gets mean if I can’t get what he wants.” I stuck with my lost cause of a story.

“Leave before I call the cops, asshole.” The old bat told me.

Since I was planning on eating this woman anyways there was no reason to continue with the act. I started slamming against the door as she fought against my entry. I was having problems opening a door which was only being held back by someone’s great grandmother, fucking pathetic. After a few minutes I finally knocked her down and ripped chain off the wall in the process. Grunting I kept ramming the door into her body as she scrambled away until I could fit through the small opening. Squeezing through I looked down at her as I shut the door behind me.

A grin crept across my face as I brandished the knife and locked the deadbolt. Getting through that doorway was the turning point in my life. I had fought for something, and won. Having never really succeeded in anything it was quite a rush. The power of it, the control, I could feel it in my loins. I wanted this and I was going to take it no matter what. In a rush, I dove at the old lady who was going to be one of my first stepping stones to greatness.

Grandma was a fighter, I’ll give her that. She kicked at me, bruising my shins and knocking me down before I could reach her. I had to roll on top of her legs and pull my way up her body before I could land any solid stabs. During the process I cut myself with knife several times. After a half-dozen stabs she finally stopped moving, and I stood up over her panting for breath. Stupid cunt. I had been so proud of my strength and granny almost kicked my ass. It was disappointing, but it would be ok, I would stronger. Just need to eat the blue-hair here and gain a few more levels. I did not want the blood to seep under the doorway so drug her to the kitchen and dug in.

It was amazing how I could eat a corpse in a few hours and kept a boner the whole time. The rush from the kill had been great, but this took it to the next level. It was like taking a bunch of Viagra. I was so fucking horny that I could hardly think. Every thought I had while devouring a raw human corpse was about sex. I was fucked up, but this was something else. Strangely enough, I was ok with it, and as I finished eating it started to fade but stayed in the background, aching like a tooth and waiting to be dealt with.

Where the fuck was all that meat going anyways? Some sort of magic shit because my stomach never felt full. My cuts also healed as I ate. The corpse only gave me two levels and put the point into strength before taking another shower. Maybe because she was weaker that Joel? She did have a lot less meat on her bones. I went back to Joel’s for more clothes and went to another door. Over the few days I worked my way through the apartment complex, sneaking down hallways and knocking on doors until a suitable victim was found. Looking through the windows of my food’s apartments, I watched the city burn. I bathed cleansing purple light that came in through the windows, allowing it to wash over me. The longer the light hit me, the stronger I felt. I loved it.

Night and day began to blur together while I focused on gaining more power. Taking the lives of people that had always looked down on me was such a rush that I just couldn’t stop. I wanted more. I gained level 20 after four days of feasting. The power was out now, and I occasionally had from groups roaming the hallways. People no longer answered their doors, but I was strong enough now to break down doors. Occasionally I would get chased off, forced to flee back into the hallways. I even had to dodge a few bullets, but my new strength had made me fast and I was able to get away every time.

If I had any morals to begin with, they were all now truly gone. I was a true epitome of evil, and I loved it. As soon as I had the strength to control my victims, I dealt with the continuous hard-on. I used the flesh of my food to sate the needs of my body. At first, I stuck to women, but soon I did not care. I was beyond human, and felt nothing for people that fed my needs. They were just meat-suits for me to use and then consume. I had become something better, stronger, a new species that had no relation to the prior me.

At the end of the first week while enjoying some nice relaxing, nonconsensual sex a hot Latino woman, I heard some voices outside of the apartment that I was currently using as my base. The door flew inward with a crash, and a group of wild looking men came rushing in. They all paused at the sight of the woman’s half eaten son lying on the floor near, and stared at me as I thrust into her as she was bent over the couch. We started at each other, me in shock and them with hunger.

They were in varying stages of undress. All of them wore the same coat blood and of gory bits that clothed my own naked form. My mind had become quite feral when I was screwing or eating, and although I recognized their danger to me, I could not stop. Hell I couldn’t even pull out of the woman to attack or run away. Once I got started, I had the overwhelming need to finish.

They ignored me and began eating what was left of the boy. I went into an inarticulate rage and began frothing at them, yelling “Mine, mine, mine!” while I continued to fuck the woman. They ignored me and simply ate the free meal in front of them. I finished quickly and tossed the woman aside. I was pushing level 30, and a little power drunk, so I decided to see what they were made of. Picking up my trusty butcher knife, I charged at them.

“Stop.” A voice said, and I did. The ones eating had stopped as well, standing up and backing towards the walls.

An older man approached. He had gray hair on his unshaven face, and a generous potbelly protruded out of the unbuttoned front of his janitorial coveralls. The hair on his head was greasy and slicked back over his skull. He looked like a child molester who had gotten a job as a grade school custodian, but his presence was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but do what he said.

I growled “Mine” again. Unable to articulate anything else I spat the word out in my feral rage.

The man said “You’re going to have to learn to share,” as he walked past me to leer at the woman on the floor. The man, with the name Joe on his outfit, acted like he was mostly talking to himself when he said, “This one is quite pretty and only slightly used. I’ll be enjoying her in the bedroom.”

He picked up the whimpering woman in princess carry, walked into the bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. He paused prior to shutting the door and ordered “Stay. Quiet.”

I went to follow the man but couldn’t move. Taking just a few steps in any direction caused me collapse the ground, overcome by an unexplainable fear. Eventually, I was able to crawl back to my starting point and stand up again. The second time I tried to move from the spot, I ended up pissing myself after collapsing. Seeing as how I was covered in gore it shouldn’t have mattered, but crawling through a puddle of my own piss was pretty fucking degrading. Soon, I was frothing in anger and planning my revenge upon this “Joe”.

The woman started wailing again, and I heard rhythmic slapping of flesh as the man stole my pussy. Thinking of my food, I turned to yell at the others to get them away from my dinner but my voice came out as a whisper. Somehow the his orders of “Stay” and “Quiet” could not be ignored. He had some power over me.

“Stop eating my food you bastards.”

The group looked at me and one said “Share.” Another of them ripped loose a few handfuls of flesh and threw them at me. I asked them in whispers “What are you guys doing and how come I can’t move?”

The group looked at me but did answer. I continued bombarded them with questions, asking their names and if they were cannibals as well. A young black man wearing bright red jean shorts, high top sneakers and a red bandana was the only one to be able to articulate his name and said, “Twan.” The rest just shook their heads as if they didn’t know and continued to chew on the apartment’s former resident. They were feral, and seemed a bit retarded. None were unable to speak except for an occasional simple word or two. Soon I was bored, and being not being too proud to eat a snack, I devoured their gift and sat down to wait for Joe to finish.

The woman quit screaming long before the sounds of slapping flesh stopped. After some time, I heard the shower turn on. The rest of group had curled up where they were and started napping. When Joe finally came out of the room, he was still wearing his blue onesie but he was clean. The partially eaten corpse of the woman was still on the bed, and she was missing all the meat on her right arm

Like a pack of well-trained hounds the group sat up and looked at their alpha for direction. He looked over at the group and motioned.

“Alright boys, all done. Go get it.” The others rushed into the other room, but I stayed put. “Almost forgot about you,” He said. “And what’s your name?”

He asked the question as if he was not expecting an answer so I stayed quiet.

“It’s alright buddy,” He cooed as he ruffled my hair, like one might a toddler. “We’ll find a name for you and get you settled in right. Hmm. I wanted to name the next one Rambo, after my second favorite dog, but you just don’t look like a Rambo. What do you got there?” He brushed his hand across the baseball sized birthmark I had on my right shoulder. “Hah, you’ll be Spot. How do you like that name Spot?”

Again I stayed quiet.

“You’ll be just fine Spot, just fine.” He sat on the couch and tapped his foot on the floor nearby. “Come over here,” He emphasized the words, giving them a power which forced me to comply. All of my attempts at resistance amounted to nothing as I sat at his feet, my straining face shining red with anger.

I heard meaty thwack before I felt the blow, and my body flew across the room from the force of the backhand. When my senses came back, I could do nothing but cower in the corner where I had landed.

“Now none of that. Can’t have the dog biting the master, now can we? I know how to train a hound and I’ll show you how to obey just like the others. Now get over here.”

There was no compulsion in his voice this time, but with years of abuse as practice, I was a quick learner. I scrambled over and sat as his feet, imitating the others and looking to him for direction.

“Go in there and get ya some dinner. Have some play time if you want. We’re gonna move on in a bit so make it quick.” A nudge of his foot sent me running towards the bedroom where the others were abusing the corpse. A big guy had fought off the rest for the right to go first and was fucking the corpse as it lay on its back. The body’s single skeletal, lacking the weight of the other, flopped loosely on the bed with every thrust.

I know I’m fucked up. There is no redemption for the things I’ve done over the past few days, and sadly enough I enjoyed almost every minute of it, but there was no way I’m fucking a half-eaten corpse. With nothing to do do and so I waited for the others to finish with their necrophilia and then joined in when they started dinner. Needless to say I didn’t eat anything from the bottom half.