Chapter 6: B-flat
John banged furiously on the Benson's front door. When it didn't open, he threw rocks at random windows. "Hey, Ben! It's me! Rikki Rockett! Open up!"
Mrs. Benson appeared at the front door in her robe and slippers. "John! It's the middle of the night! Why! You're all wet! Is that blood? Have you been hurt?"
"It's blood, all right," said John, pushing open the door. "But not mine. Come with me. I need a woman. You'll do."
John dragged the protesting Mrs. Benson into the basement. "I can't go down there! Ben is sleeping! I don't want to wake him up. John, shouldn't you go home? Your mother is worried sick. She's searched all over for you!"
John opened the basement door and pulled her into the dimly lit stairwell. "We've got a surprise for you. We made you breakfast!"
"It's the middle of the night! I'm not hungry for breakfast! Are you crazy?"
In the basement Rob sat humming and playing his shiny base. He jumped up to grab Mrs. Benson's other arm. "John! Um... Rikki! Ear! Did she get my Vaseline yet? I'm so greasy."
"Yes and no. She is your Vaseline. We're going to make her breakfast. Help me set the table and tell Ben. Then I'll give you something new to try." John handed Rob a giant economy sized tube of Preparation-H.
"Boys, let go of me!" demanded Mrs. Benson. "This place is a mess! Who's going to clean all this up? I'm not! I'm sick and tired of cleaning up after your messes. You boys need to learn a lesson about cleaning up."
John and Rob led her to the ping pong table. Rob held her while John dug through some of Mr. Benson's tools. He returned with ropes and bungee cords. "OK, I think we're ready."
With Rob's help, John tied Mrs. Benson spread-eagled onto the ping pong table. Rob shuffled over to Ben, who'd been working quietly, and whispered something to him. Ben turned around to look at his mom. He took off the headphones and grinned. Dried human blood crusted his face.
"Untie me, John! Your mother is going to be very upset when she hears about this! I demand it! Untie me this instant!"
"Hi, mom! Did we eat yet?"
"Ben! Untie me!"
Rob and John retreated to the pile. Ben stood in front of his mom inspecting the situation. With a sudden burst of energy he ripped off her robe and the night gown underneath it. Mrs. Benson gasped, restrained and exposed.
"I hate hamburgers." Ben opened his smiling jaws and bit down hard on his mother's nipple. She let out a hideous wail. Ben tore off the flesh and then stood to face his mother, again. Fresh blood glistened on his face. He turned, ignoring her cries, and spit onto the pile. "Breakfast," he whispered.
Rain poured down in sheets. The pavement was glassine and visibility was limited. Janet's eyes filled with tears and blood as she drove carefully home. Her right arm hung useless and broken at her side. The house was dark. Once inside, it didn't take her long to realize that she was alone. Even the cats were gone.
Taped onto her computer monitor were a note from Dirk and a letter from John. She read the letter first.
"Although I desire glory, I shall not be a fool; for I will say the truth:" (II Corinthians 12:6). In all dealings, there is a victor and a victim, predator and prey, master and servant. I am the victor; I can never be the victim. You are the prey; you can never be the predator. All human relationships reduce to this single duality: One is either served or serves. So unto you I say "Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters, according to the flesh with fear and trembling in singleness of your heart as unto Christ." (Ephesians 6:5) O god, I will show you, with your nose on the ground and your ass in the air, I will show you.
And you say, "Tell me more about that."
No more, JD. By now, you will have been conquered but only in the manner of a trivial, everyday human custom. The worst and best are to come. Today I possess your body. Soon, I shall possess your process. Take this as a warning if you wish, but it will change nothing. The path has been chosen and only the final day is left to actualize the prophecy. Now that I've robbed you of your physical integrity, stripped away your marital vows, and clouded your imaginary mind, Rikki is ready. You've felt his power; you've moaned beneath his mighty sword; he's made you cry out your ecstacies. You can never be the same. Dirk's puny penis can never compare to the real thing. To me. Now you know the order of our relationship. I am master; you are slave. From the scripture of your own professed belief, "Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eye service as men-pleasers but in singleness of heart, fearing God." (Colossians 3:22) Know that God is one to be feared. If the void of all false priorities and the utter lack of belief is a non-thing to be feared.
Soon Father and Son will become one and my Master in heaven will be me. For you and for all others, everything and nothing will change. You will get what is just and equal. See Colossians 4:1. Soon, very soon. "For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now." (Romans 8:22).
You said we would always tell each other the truth. But telling the truth is a lie. You can only tell the truth if you are separate from it. If you're separate from it, it can't be the truth. It can only be a shadow. A vague reflection. A lie. The lie is truth. This is the human condition. The phenomenological-ontological delectable dilemma. The subjective observation. For now, we're still humans bound to mortal laws.
JD, heed my warning for it is not yet fate. If, like me, you are 'led of the spirit,' then, like us, you are not under the law. See Galatians 5:18. Yea, for I am the spirit led by itself, by the Master of Kings. The Master of Nothing. The Monster. "Precious in the sight of Our Lord is the death of his saints." (Psalm 116:15)
Join in our battle. Fight the good fight, for we shall overcome the hideous glutton of mediocrity and apathy. To arms; two arms! "Let us break their bands asunder and cast away their cords from us. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: The Lord shall leave them in derision. Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath and vex them in His sore displeasure." (Psalm 2:3-5).
He asks only everything. No hold-outs. Join our ranks and ye surrender to the power which becomes you which becomes me. A single entity with nothing to observe.
ear The power is centered, and it will hold. A critical mass of your so called, 'mind'? EAR! Reach and it is ours. Surrender to yourself but be sure, "Let him ask in faith nothing wavering for he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with wind and tossed." (James 1:6) If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Rikki Rockett and shall believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead thou shalt be saved. "I am He that Liveth and was Dead. And behold I am alive forevermore. Amen; and have the keys of Hell and Death." (Revelations 1:18).
Love, hate and breakfast,
Janet sank bonelessly into her chair. "He manipulated me. He beat the shit out of me. Now I have nothing. Now I am nothing. It's all come to this."
She picked up Dirk's note and read it.
Janet sighed. "I might have known. Well, maybe it's for the best. Something awful is going to happen here. Best he and the children stay away from it. I wish I could have told them goodbye. But...."
Janet picked up the phone and apathetically called Benson's. She was not surprised to learn that the line was not in service. As she coughed up blood from John's brutal attack, there was a blinding flash of white light and a thunderous boom. All the lights, in her house and on the street, went dark. Rain roared down. Janet hobbled to her car and headed for Ben's.
Rob strolled out of the bathroom in his distended, grease-stained sweat pants. He glanced into the family room on his way back to the basement. Mr. Benson and Meg sat mesmerized by the test pattern on the television. "Phew!" he said. "I thought we were in trouble for sure! Lucky you guys had this Vaseline in your medicine cabinet! You know, we need it for the dials. That Preparation-H is no good. Too sticky. Smells like cement."
There was no reply from the family room. Inhuman wails issued from the basement as Mrs. Benson met Rikki Rockett. Rob waved and walked downstairs. "OK, Ben," he called. "I found some!"
In the basement Ben, with his headphones firmly on his head, stood holding a cello bow in one hand and a microphone in the other. His mother now hung lifelessly from the rafters, tied hand to foot and suspended above the mixing board. Ben lashed out with the bow and cut his mother's across her flank. Another long red welt added to her collection. She let out a pathetic sob.
"No! no no. I said B-flat, mom. That wasn't even a G. You need more inspiration."
A dart flew past Mrs. Benson's head and into a wall. John moved to retrieve it, "Missed. I'm out of practice. And out of darts."
"Ben," she whimpered as John took aim for another shot. "Ben, help me. I'm your mother! Don't you remember?"
"No! I'm YOUR mother NOW!" laughed Ben and whipped her again.
Rob tossed an empty can of Vaseline onto the pile which now held most of their recording equipment. "I'm all out! What am I going to do? I'm going to rub myself raw!"
"That's why I gave you the Preparation-H, you fool. It helps to prepare The Way."
"Ick! I don't like it! You lied. This isn't like lip balm at all! It's not slippery. It smells awful! It smells like cement! Hey! Where did Bill go?" Rob wondered aloud.
"Butch? Come here, Butch! Hi, Butch," said Rob to Ben's dog. "I'm gonna fuck you up the ass! But first, try some of this. Maybe you'll like it. Let's put this where it will do some good." Rob applied the ointment generously to Butch's mouth. "I've always hated you Butch! You deserve to die!" Silent pause. "Nope. It doesn't work on dogs either. Here, Ben, see what you can do with this."
"Yes!!! I got her in the eye!" John laughed.
Mrs. Benson let out another shriek. A red feathered dart protruded from her eye. Ben hit her again.
"Hey, John, get the saw. Let's cut Butch in half while Ben isn't watching," said Rob.
John threw his last three darts into Mrs. Benson's welted abdomen and thighs. "I've always wished we had more time. Its to bad there aren't eight days in the week instead of just seven. We could make another one. Put it between Tuesday and Wednesday. We'll call it Hamburger day. Then we will have more time to love each other... Or something..." He walked to Mr. Benson's work bench and rummaged through a tool box. "I'm sick of Rikki Rockett. Let's change our names." A hammer flew across the basement and landed with a crash on the pile.
"I'm Rikki Rockett!" declared Ben.
"Janet said we should be nicer, or something stupid and meaningless. Let's pick nice names."
Rob giggled and spoke up. "How about the butcher, the baker and the candle stick maker?"
John found a large ripsaw. "Hmm... this will do. How about the butcher, the butcher and the butcher! Now where is that dog? Butch!?"
"Come on. B-flat this time! Rikki Rockett needs some ass!" Ben and Rob shared the Preparation-H, each greasing one hand liberally. "Good! That was good for a first try! Let's do it again, shall we?"
John held Butch while Rob greased up its anus.
"Boy, this is sure a weird thing to do!" stated Rob.
Rob slid his festering penis into Butch's rear (much to Butch's surprise and discomfort). John positioned the rip saw.
"How to cut a dog in half. Number one," announced Ben, now standing back at the functional recording equipment. "Number one: Get a dog." Ben continued:
#2 get a saw
#3 teach the dog to sit
#4 teach the dog to play catch
#5 sharpen the saw
#6 eat a hamburger
John placed the saw on the center of Butch's back and pulled it quickly along his mangy fur. The dog howled and squirmed and quickly died.
"Careful!" warned Rob, still pumping.
#7 find a sloping driveway
#8 orient the dog facing East
#9 get a sinister midget
#10 cut the sinister midget in half
#11 eat a hamburger
#12 kick the dog so hard it shits
#13 kick the dog in the balls (assuming it's male)
#14 eat a hamburger
John picked up the bloody remains of Butch's upper half and tossed it and the saw onto the pile. Rob continued thrusting into the dead dog's digestive tract, his penis occasionally jutting above the shredded innards.
"Catch!" said Rob. With a moist pop, he detached from the late Butch's nether half and tossed the dripping remains to John. John deflected the quickly cooling canine parts toward Ben, who fielded his former pet expertly and took a large bite out of the viscous innards. "Breakfast!" he said delightedly and tossed the rest of his old pal on the pile.
The doorbell rang. Mrs. Benson turned her mutilated face towards the sound, wincing as the dart in her eye fell out. It bounced off the mixing board and into the pile. "Ben?" she called in a pathetic parody of her former manner. "Can you get that, honey? I'm tied up."
"Oh mom," Ben remembered, "Rob gave me something for your hemorrhoids." Ben pressed his fingers together and thrust his hand to the knuckles into Mrs. Benson's rectum. The resultant shriek almost met his standards. "Good, Mom," he said. "F#. Let's try again." Mrs. Benson writhed helplessly. Ben pushed his hand in farther, to the wrist. She screamed again. "Almost there. Come on, nice A. One more." Ben thrust again, and his hand disappeared past the wrist. From Mrs. Benson's mouth soared a transcendental B flat. "That's it!" Ben shouted triumphantly, capturing the sound forever with his free hand on the mixing board. "Now you can turn inside out." His buried hand reached further, grasped, and pulled. It emerged in a gush of blood and body fluid. Mrs. Benson went limp.
Ben inspected the mess beneath his mother's now flaccid body. "Those rrhoids look pretty bad. You'll thank me for this someday. I love you, mom."
Rob bounded up the stairs, oblivious to the dog blood and excrement staining his sweats. He opened the front door to find Bill just arriving. "Bill!" he said. "Come on in!"
Rob waved to Steve, who was mindlessly shooting baskets in the rain at 3 AM.
"Wow," said Bill, "you're a mess. Is John here? We're supposed to go to Canada. I've got my waders."
"Not now. Quick! Come upstairs! We have little time. I have a sense of urgency!" Rob's erection distended his sweats, evidence of his urgency. "Hurry up!"
Bill followed obediently.
Rob led Bill into Ben's bedroom. "It's under here," he said, and threw Bill brutally onto the bed. Rob sat down on the mattress next to the bemused Bill. "Bill? Have you ever thought about kissing a boy?" Rob pulled Bill into a close embrace.
"Jesus! You got blood all over me! I'm covered with blood and slime and - what is this? Grease! I'm disgusting!" Bill tore his clothes off in revulsion.
"I'm sorry, Bill. I forgot. Here, let me take these off." Rob quickly stripped. "I want to kiss you, Bill. Have you ever thought about kissing a boy?"
"I have thought about it. I've never done it, you understand, but I've thought about it. I've even thought about kissing you. I wondered what it would be like. But I could never do that. It's a moral principle. I can't do it. I like you, Rob. I've always liked you. It's nothing personal. I just couldn't do it."
Rob touched Bill's face gently. "Are you afraid?"
"Of course I'm not afraid! When you hugged me, I kind of liked it. Except for the blood."
"You are afraid. Not of the blood. You're afraid of change. You don't want to let go of your old, comfortable, reliable ways. You don't want to try anything new. Your old ways have always worked for you, and you're afraid to try anything new. You're afraid you might fail."
"It's not that. I'm always open to new ideas. But men don't kiss each other like that. Or at least I don't, and never will."
"I can bring you to heights of ecstasy you have never before imagined. I'm not doing this for me, Bill. This is for you." Rob indicated his throbbing erection. "You know you need it. I know you've been hurt. Let me heal your wounds. Let me set you free." Rob reached for Bill's stiffening penis and caressed it expertly.
"Ogod. That's so good. I have been suffering. You're right. All my relationships with women have failed. It's never worked. John has this competition thing going with me. Every woman I've ever been interested in, he starts hitting on. Of course, they never want him. But once he hits on them, I just don't care for them any more. Like Kim. Like Angela. Once he wants them, it poisons them for me and I can't touch them any more. Maybe with a man, it would be different. I've known you alot longer than John. Has he ever touched you? Ogod, Rob, don't stop."
"I touch myself. Now I want you to let me touch you, and I want you to want to touch me. Of your own free will. You have to love me, Bill. You are just a man."
"I am just a man. I cannot help the way I am. I do love you, Rob. Please, Rob, love me now." Bill reached out to Rob and wrapped himself around Rob's soft shoulders. Their eyes met. Bill kissed Rob, gently at first, then with mounting passion.
Rob covered Bill's face with moist kisses. Bill ran his hands through Rob's hair and whispered his name. Rob nibbled Bill's collarbone and took one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Bill gave a little cry. "I'm very sensitive there," he murmured.
"I know," said Rob, and he tweaked Bill viciously.
Bill cried out again as Rob took his nipple between his teeth and tugged on it. Bill moaned and arched himself closer to Rob's mouth.
Rob reached one greasy hand towards Bill's crotch and buried his fingers in Bill's pubic hair.
"Please," Bill moaned. "Oh, please."
"I'll give you what you want," Rob promised. "I have it right here. But you have to wait till I'm ready." Rob trailed his mouth over Bill's diaphragm, taking tiny nips of flesh between his front teeth. Bill squirmed and lifted his hips toward Rob's hand.
Rob grasped Bill's cock commandingly in his left hand and squeezed. Bill gasped with delight. "Do you want me?" Rob demanded.
"I want you," Bill gasped. "I want to be inside you."
"Inside me? Nonono, you won't be inside me. I'm inside you. Rikki Rockett is going to come in you. But not yet." Rob covered Bill's cock with his mouth.
"NO!" cried Bill. "Not like that! I don't like that!"
"You do like it, Bill. You just don't know that you like it."
Rob sucked Bill in deeper. His agile tongue danced over Bill's quivering flesh. Bill shuddered with fear and animal gratification.
Rob lifted his head and gazed into Bill's eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "I'll stop if you tell me to."
Bill began to weep. "No," he pleaded. "Oh, God help me, don't stop now. Be gentle with me, Rob. I'm afraid. I've been hurt so badly in the past. You'll be gentle with me, won't you? I've never done this before. Oh, but please, don't stop now."
Rob feasted on Bill's willing flesh. Bill's cock swelled in Rob's mouth as Rob swallowed him deeper. The last of Bill's reluctance evaporated in the sensation generated by Rob's swooping tongue and luxurious lips.
Bill began to pant. "Oh, no," Rob said. "Not yet." He withdrew his mouth and flicked his tongue lightly here and there. Bill gasped with each touch. "Oh, please," he cried, "please let me come now."
"Soon," said Rob with a sly smile. "Soon." He took Bill's balls in his hand and stroked them.
Bill cried out beneath Rob's hands. "I have to come now," he begged. "Oh, God, help me!"
As if waiting for this cue, Rob took Bill back into his mouth and brought him to the brink of climax.
"All right," said Rob. "Are you ready? Here we go." Rob flipped Bill onto his face and stuffed Ben's pillows beneath his belly.
"What are you going to do to me?" Bill cried plaintively. "I'm not ready!"
"You're ready. I'm going to give you what you've always wanted, Bill. You'll never be lonely again."
"YES!" cried Bill, "Yes! I want it! Please! I never want to be alone! I've been alone all my life! No one has ever loved me but you, Rikki! Never!"
"Till now, Bill. Not till now." Rob thrust his reeking, gory rocket into Bill's unsuspecting anus. Bill whimpered submissively.
Rob roared triumphantly as he pumped the last of his seed into Bill's unresisting backside. For the first time since Angela's death, Rob's erection subsided. Bill turned his head to look into Rob's face. One set of hollow eyes met another in perfect understanding. Rob disengaged quickly from Bill and left the room.
Bill laid face down on the bed, his buttocks still protruding into the air. From nowhere he began to hear Buffalo Tom singing "Tail Lights." Tears poured down his cheeks as the remnants of Rob's ejaculate drizzled down his thighs. His mind cleared briefly as he saw himself in Ben's mirror, face down, tail in the air, covered with jism, gore and human grease. "What have I done?" he cried. "This isn't me! I don't do this! What's happened to me? Everything is - is inside out!" He buried his head in the mattress and sobbed.
Janet drives up Washington Street towards Ben's house. Rain pours down around her. She can hardly see. Without warning her car spins into oncoming traffic. Janet watches calmly as a van full of nuns floats toward her. She sees the van. She hears a noise. Then all is quiet.
Ben sat at the keyboard composing furiously, his face wreathed with an angelic smile. His hands flew over the mixing board as he murmured over and over: "If A=B and B=C then A must = C. Now wait... #1) A=B; #2) B=C; #3) Numbers one and two are true; #4) A=C. But what about #3? That sounds like an important part. It must be true for #4 to be true. so... #1)A=B; #2) B=C; #3) numbers one and two are true; #4) numbers one two and three are true; #5) A=C. Hmmm. Number four sounds like an important part also..."
Upstairs the doorbell rang. Rob walked down the stairs into the basement ignoring everything. "Rob," said John, "you're naked. What a good idea. I think I'll do that, too." John stripped naked and threw his clothes onto the pile, where they mercifully covered Mrs. Benson's one staring eye. "Who's at the door?"
"Door?" asked Rob.