Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Where’s Doc?” I say, pulling on a faded gray Van Halen T-shirt.
“I think he’s at the lab.” She leans against the wall. Jesus she’s so fucked up, she’s literally falling asleep on her feet. When I grab her arm, her eyes pop open as I propel her down the stairs with me and plant her ass on the couch with the other junkies.
“Blade,” she mumbles as she cowers with a girl who looks at me, terrified. Christ, what do they think? I’m going to hit them?
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Walking into the hallway, I bang on Axel’s door.
“Come on, man. Time to roll.”
Axel opens his door, pulling up his pants. Candy sits up from the bed. She leans on her elbows, her large fake breasts still wet where Axel’s jizz is dripping down to her stomach.
“You need a release, Blade?” Her pointy red nails trail down her stomach as she spreads her legs.
“No,” I snap, and they stare at me wide-eyed. I turn and walk outside leaving the door open to get some fresh air in the stagnant house. I light a cigarette and breathe the nicotine in deeply. Rolling my neck, I hear it crack.
“You okay, man?” Axel walks out putting on his sunglasses.
Ignoring the question, I say, “Where the fuck is everyone?”
He stands there, looking at me.
“Jesus, Axel, I’m tired and hungover.” I rub the back of my neck completely regretting my decision to ride out here.
“See, this”—he points at me—“this is what I was talking about last night.”
Flicking my cigarette, I straddle my bike. “Axel, just because I have no desire to fuck Candy with your load dripping down her tits does not have anything to do with Eve.”
“Since when haven’t you wanted to fuck Candy with or without his love cultures on her?” Ox says from behind me.
Sitting on my bike, I’m ready to go off on both of them.
Axel interrupts my rant with, “I guess it’s Ginger’s birthday. Most of the guys are at the club celebrating,” a shitty, knowing smile on his face. I shake my head and start up my bike and peel out. Their bikes rumble behind me as we twist around the bend and over a dirt road to our lab. The smell of chemicals wafts through the air about a half mile before I even pull up.
“What the fuck?” Ox coughs into his cut.
“Christ, Axel call Ryder and get his ass over here.” I pound on the door. “Doc?” Silence and plastic bottles are strewn across the ground along with a lot of fast food trash.
“Fuck, it’s hot as shit out here.” I step back and break open the door, shaking my head at how easy that was.
“What the hell?” Axel steps in and kicks at a couple of Disciples who are passed out on the floor.
“They dead?” I plow through the garbage in search of Doc. The kitchen is where the lab is. Doc has three stoves on and numerous things are cooking in pots. The chemical stench is so heavy it makes my heart pound and throat raw simply from standing in the room. I turn off the burners and open up some windows as I turn to the sound of the back door opening. Doc walks in and freezes.
“Axel? Talk to me.” My eyes never leave Doc. He looks like shit. The other night at the party, I saw him all of a minute as he patched up poor Dewey. Now that he’s standing next to me, his sallow skin and his already thin body make it look as though he’s ready to collapse.
“They’re alive. I’ve got Ryder coming with a truck to take them to the ER.”
“We need to get the fuck out of here. Anyone else?”
Doc stares then starts crying and sinks to his knees.
“Christ.” I reach for him and drag him out of the kitchen, tossing him in the dirt as I head back in to check the bedrooms.
Axel meets me in the hall as we check the rooms. “What the fuck happened?” His eyes are glassy as I’m sure mine are too.
“Light this place on fire. I’m done with this shit.”
He nods. “I’ll try and save as much as I can. This is definitely going to cause a big problem.”
I look around at the house that no one should ever set foot in and I’m fucking done.
“Prez? Doc’s not doing well,” Ox yells as he comes around the corner.
“Stay with Axel,” I grunt, spitting all the shitty chemicals out of my mouth.
Ryder has arrived and stands with Doc, who is puking, and the two other Disciples, both prospects. They seem brain dead as they convulse and stare.
“Get them out of my sight.” I look at Ryder.
“We take them to the hospital, there’ll be a lot of questions,” he announces the truth.