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By T. Patrick Rooney
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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Earlier...
Her eyes snap open, she can hear the constant hum
of the flies around her. Looking around she can see a
cloud of flies covering her as she lies half in a small
pond in the woods. She feels no pain nor discomfort
from the flies who have been breeding maggots in her
flesh as she lay there. She finds it strange at first but
what seems like thousands of tiny voices are telling
her its for the best. They are saying she can help
them, and they will in turn help her. Where she is,
she has no idea and looking around isn't helping,
nothing looks familiar. An image flashes before her
minds-eye, she is in a car with a man, he is beautiful
and he is kissing her. The image fades away and all
that is left is a hunger. A hunger so deep it hurts. She
moans as she stands up crushing flies as she uses
her hands to help herself. The stagnant water
dripping from her lower body means nothing to her.
The brackish water runs off her naked flesh in rivulets.
The flies swarm on her wrinkled waterlogged legs.
She is so hungry, she needs to eat something. She
doesn't know what it is but the flies are talking to her
in their thousand voices.
Down the hill, they tell her, there is food there.
Stumbling downhill from the tiny pond, she threads
her way slowly through the trees. She slowly walks
through the brambles and thorn-bushes ignoring the
gouges left in her legs. Looking down at herself
occasionally she can see the writhing under her skin
of the maggots growing there. The voices assure her
that it is ok, that she is doing good, not much further
now they chant. They are calling her their queen,
they are telling her how much they worship her.
The humming drone of the flies surrounds her as she
reaches the tree line. There is a huge house before
her, the flies tell her there is food in there. Moaning
she stumbles forward across the immaculate lawn.
There is a grill smoking on a slab of concrete by the
sliding glass doors of the house. There is a table set
up with forks and plates and such. She ignores it all,
stumbling onto the slab she reaches out and hits the
partially open sliding door. It opens enough for her to
go in, the swarm of flies precedes her. Her face is
caught in a curtain as the screams begin. Tearing the
curtain aside she sees a woman in a pair of cutoff
shorts and a bikini top choking on her knees. The
flies are streaming into and out of her mouth as first
she retches and then vomits. A man in a pair of
baggy shorts come running around the corner, he is
yelling something. She doesn't care, she must have
them. Her insides hurt, her head hurts, she is so
hungry. The man opens his mouth to say something
and the flies pour into it, they are sacrificing
themselves. He chokes and clutches his throat as he
falls over. He is gasping and vomiting as the flies
crawl into his ears and nose. Taking two steps the
queen falls onto the woman writhing before her on the
floor. She is on her hands and knees so the queen
bites down on the flesh between hip and ribcage.
Blood sprays into her mouth as she tears away the
first hunk of flesh. A cascading wave of pleasure
blasts through her as she chews and swallows. The
flies attack the wound burrowing into the womans rent
flesh between chomping bites of their queen. Another
image dances before her eyes surrounded by bliss,
he is still kissing her when the knife slides into her
chest. The image fades away and after four bites the
feeling subsides as the spurting blood starts to slow
down and the woman falls to the floor twitching and
bleeding out. The queen still hungers she crawls to
the man, who is still choking and trying to breath
through the cloud of flies suffocating him. Biting down
on his throat she tears a huge chuck of meat away as
the feeling returns and bliss echoes through her
being. Another image dances through her glowing
mind of looking down at her body from above as he
pushes her out of the car. The vision evaporates and
blood fountains from the wound as the flies pour into
it. The second bite she takes from the base of his
neck where is joins his right shoulder. Yanking and
pulling she gets a mouth-full of muscle and moans as
she chews in appreciation. After a few minutes both
of the people stop twitching and the queen stands up
drenched in gore. Rivulets of blood run from her chin
down her throat and across her perfect breasts. The
queen goes back out of the house through the sliding
glass door, her bloody feet leaving perfect prints on
the concrete slab. The flies swarming about her once
again and behind her in the pools of blood
surrounding the two still bodies thousands of maggot
squirm and flop.
Turning to the right she walks around the house and
down the long driveway to the street. The caked
blood dries on her skin in the sun and maggots fall,
leaving a trail behind her. Turning down the road she
heads downhill towards the city spread out below her.
Her raven-black hair blows in the breeze as massive
black storm clouds roll in above her. Violent spears of
lightning flash and thunder rolls across the city in the
valley below.
The clouds burst as she nears the bottom of the hill,
there is a house there where the road she is following
joins another. The flies soar into the windows of the
house and then return telling her of the food inside,
the flesh waiting for her. Stumbling up the front steps
of the house she pounds on the door. A few seconds
later she is still hammering the door when it opens
before her. The flies swarm the man holding the door
as she shoves him down onto the tile floor of the
entryway. They are singing prays to her, their tiny
voices raised as one in her mind.
Feast my queen. They exclaim.
The man sputters and gags over and over again as
the flies lodge in his throat, he turns his head retching
as she falls on top of him. Her teeth latch onto his
arm biting away a huge chunk of it's meat, she moans
as the pleasure races through her being. The flies
sing her praises. A flash across her brain shows her
body rolling downhill through the forest, then it fades
to a warm glow of joy. He starts to twitch underneath
her as she feasts and then he lays very still. The
ecstasy subsides and she rises, naked body
gleaming with its coating of blood. Her long waist-
length raven-black hair get soaked in the rain pouring
down as the flies sing to her that no one else is in the
house she must move on. Her coating of blood
washes away as the wind and rain batter her naked
body.
Walking down the street she sees a man huddled
beside a neon-lit shop on her right. The gas pumps
are empty and the doors are shut tight against the
storm around her. As she approaches he says
something to her, and whistles. Her smile is grim as
the flies tell her to feast upon him. He rises as the
queen steps in close, his arms coming up to embrace
her. Something he sees in her eyes causes him to
step back against the wall of the building behind him.
Then the flies are swarming him, diving into his
mouth, nose and ears. He falls at her feet choking,
and kneeling she bites into his throat. Blood sprays
across her face as she chews, sensuous waves of joy
washing over her. After a few bites the feeling again
dies down and the flies pour into his wounds seeding
him with the maggots of their young, in hopes he will
rise too.
Standing she turns to see a car pulling up with blue
and red lights flashing on it's roof. The driver gets out
and points his gun. The flies attack him. He screams
only to swallow hundreds of them. He spins to the
ground beside the still open door to his car, spitting
and heaving. She stumbles to him and grabbing his
shoulders pulls him and bites into the back of his
neck. Blood fountains from his severed arteries
coating her face and hair. The flies sing out their joy
to her as she moans in rapture.
Letting the body drop with a thump at her feet she
turns as the rain washes the blood from her body.
The flies are telling her there is a man inside the
store. They sing out to her to go and feast upon him.
As the pushes open the door a little bell rings, the
flies swarm around the man behind the counter. He
has a phone cradled up to his ear. He seemed to be
frantically speaking into it as she approaches. Then
the flies are on him, waving his hands and arms he
yells. He dashes from behind the counter and almost
makes it to the back door of the store before the flies
get into his throat. He falls to the tile floor, and slides
face first into the beer cooler. She pounces on him,
grabbing his hair she pulls his face up to her and bites
down. Groaning and grunting she tears bites after
bite from him as sticky blood jets from his mangled
flesh.
Rising she turns around, there are more cars
outside, three of them. With five different people out
there to feast on the flies call out. The sing to her to
open the door and let them attack. Five different guns
trained on her through the doors and windows of the
store. She stands pounding at the door she cannot
get open, helpless in her fury.
~~
His eyes snap open, and in his ears the sound of
rain falling and flies buzzing over-come everything
else. A dim memory of a beautiful woman fade as the
flies speak to him. They sing to him, that he is their
king. They praise him as he stands. He feels nothing
except a gnawing overwhelming hunger. There are
bright flashing red and blue lights all around.
Staggering to the front of the store he can see even
more of the pretty flashing lights. In the distance he
sees seemingly hundreds of bolts of lightning lancing
down from the storming sky. The men and women
before him are pointing weapons at something to his
right. He pays no attention to whatever they are
doing and stumbles up behind one of them and bites
down into her soft neck. She falls forward carrying
him down with her. The flies raise their voices up in
glorious tribute as he pulls ropes of muscles from her
throat. Moaning he wolves down the gore as the
sensations cascade through his being. The others
turn and seeing him raise their weapons. The flies
attack them. As the closest one falls his gun goes off,
the bullet shattering the glass beside the door of the
store. The others open fire riddling him with bullets,
as he slumps over with multiple bullets through his
head, the flies swarm the officers.
~~
The queen's flies pour out of the now shot-out
window, they completely obliterate the the cops who
fall to the ground trying to scream but only managing
strangled grunts as the flies choke off their air
passages. Staggering out of the window frame she
lunges for the closest officer biting deep into his
shoulder. He tries to scream but the flies, her little
minions are suffocating him. All he manages is a
squealing grunt as she rips open the muscles on his
shoulder and chews with glee. The feeling returns the
rapture running through her brain, as another image
flashes before her mind's eye. She is floating above
her body lying beside a tiny pond in the woods. A
huge greenish meteor strikes the ground nearby. A
wave of putrid force buckles the earth her body slides
half-in the water. The vision fades, as she staggers to
her feet and shuffles over to another cop.
~~