Feed Me Billy

By Timur Kanbarov

Timur Kanbarov 4/10/19 Fiction

 God tested Abraham and Said unto him,
“Abraham! Take now thy son, thine only son
Isaac Who thou lovest, and get thee into the
Land of Moriah, and offer him there for a burnt
offering upon one of the mountains I will tell
thee of”.

- Genesis 22:2

“The race is not to the swift, not the battle

to the strong… but time and chance
happen to them all.”

- Ecclesiastes 9:11

FEED ME BILLY
CHAPTER 1.

“Rejoice child, rejoice in the knowledge of your conviction, you have completed our series, you
are now the enlightened children. Learn it in the ways of your fathers’ vision. As you know your
goals are defined, and your methods are pure. You have received an additional parcel with the
final volume of our series. I would ask you now to open it and observe its contents. You now
have your goal.”

I hang up the phone.

“Yes, Father. I will not let you down.”

As I stroll through my house, I notice something odd. Apart from the overall mess, dilapidated
furniture, scrap, and god knows what else, I notice an opening, like a pathway. As I step in what
used to be my closet, I feel goop under my feet, covering the floor. Walls are no longer walls
but flesh wounds, slimy and sticky, they’re covered in warm gooey saliva. I walk further, the
floor is alive, every inch of it is breathing, that’s when I see it - my life, my love, the hole. It was
waiting for me to come.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. How did I not recognize you at first, of course it’s you.”

Throbbing pulsating mouth, like an endless well. A mouth with no lips, each part is moving,
exhaling its terrible stench, rotten, but somehow sweet. Makes me want to puke and put my
face to it at the same time.

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Its indescribable voice pierces me like million leeches attaching to me and tearing holes inside
my body. Like a burning itch in the back of my head. It speaks: “Feed me Billy, Feed me!” Its
teeth-spikes move. It is not happy. It is begging. I understand now what Father meant. The hole
needs food and it’s my job to feed it.

I open the parcel. I see a revolver following bullets, lots of them. I take them out as I notice
something smiling at me, in the back of the box. A clown’s mask. I take it. Thank you, Father. I
have my goal now.

CHAPTER 2. THREE DAYS LEFT.

Later that night, I drive around the wooded area. Its lonely roads, like a cradle, lulling me into
sleep, when I notice an old derelict gas station, lit by the moon. A car nearby, its hood open.
Woman talking on the payphone. I park in the woods not too far.

“Yes, it just stopped. I don’t know, I’m not a mechanic. Well, can’t you pick me up? Come on,
it’s very creepy here! …Wait, there’s someone coming. Hello? Excuse me, could you help me? …
Oh my God!!!”

I come close as she starts screaming.

“Oh my god, don’t shoot, please!”

“I have a family, I beg you!”

I point my gun at her. Her face crumbles in an expression of terror that immediately turns to
rage.

“The police will find you!”

Shot. Ear deafening ringing ensued as her body collapsed before me. Bleeding from her wound
started covering asphalt in a dark red puddle.

Oh god. The shock from that shot instantly brought me back to reality. My eyes couldn’t believe
what my hands did, and my mind struggled to comprehend all the mortality of the moment. I
felt dizzy, sick to my stomach. I realize then that I am standing on my knees. I try to stand up,
weak in my knees, feeling so sick my spine starts to ache. Grasping for fresh air, I feel hot mucus
in my mouth, as I inhale gunpowder fumes. I walk up to her. Her body looks unreal, more like a
mannequin, than an actual person. I grab her by the arms, and lift her up on my shoulder when
I feel hot splashes on my face. Her perfume nauseatingly sweet and her body is soft and warm.

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As I walk to my truck, I try to process what just happened. She was a real person. And I can’t
believe that it took only a second to change her from a real breathing, walking, talking human
being to this. Just one second… I put her in back of my truck and look around listening to the
woods… Silence.

I jump on a seat. Turn on the engine. I drive off slowly, and as I do so I glance back one last time
only to catch a glimpse of something glowing in the woods. That’s when I see it: a white horse,
illuminated by the moonlight, its eyes glimmering, staring at me with a strange expression. For
some reason, it feels familiar. And in a blink of an eye, it’s already gone. I timidly press on gas.
I’m done here.

CHAPTER 3.

“I brought food for you!”

As I bring her closer to it, the hole starts oozing, its thick membranes puff up in sweet
anticipation.
I throw the food down, what proceeds next, I can only describe as the devouring process, its
stench now only worse, gagging me, as all inside of the victim are being gobbled up into a liquid
mess and consumed.

“Yummy” – it says. “More” – it commands.

I obey.

Murder. I got away with murder. First time in my life I have caused such pain to someone, but I
had no choice… Did she have a choice? Was that just bad luck on her side or was it something
else?
Fate. She did not choose, because she had no choice. Neither did I. This is destiny and I am its
tool.
An agent of God. In this sacred war against sin, I am the Salvation.

This day I cannot sleep thoughts race in me, images inside my head, her face haunts me, she is
in agony, she is on fire. I can’t stop replaying it in my head so I decide to distract myself.

I turn on TV.

It’s an exercise program. My favorite. I used to watch it every day. Big, fleshy, oiled bodies
seductively bouncing to the rhythm. Funky background music tunes out as I focus on the
dancer. Her muscles, skin smooth, her sweat is dripping. She looks like she cares a lot about her
looks. Can’t blame her, many people are like that, but not to such extent. She is obsessed with

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it, obsessed with herself, her looks, her devilish looks invite men to sin. The whole generation of
women who just don’t get it. The evil one manipulates us through good looks. The wicked one
speaks to us through advertisements. The tempter catches us in our satisfaction. He hides
behind our pride. He preaches through false prophets. No more.

Hours pass. eventually, something from the corner of my eye grabs my attention. I notice a
piece of paper on the floor near my door. It’s a note. Curious, I read it:

“I KNOW WHAT YOU DO AT NIGHT I KNOW ITS YOU I KNOW ITS YOU I KNOW”

Thoughts rush my head as a sinking feeling goes through my body like an electric shock. Who
wrote this? I immediately rush to check the closet. The passage, the hole is gone. Oh yes. It’s
hiding. That’s okay, you shouldn’t be scared. Whoever it is, they will never find you and if they
do, I’ll be ready for them.

I go to the truck. Time to find more food.

CHAPTER 4. TWO DAYS LEFT.

This time I visit the woods near local camping site. As I drive into it, I see a Chrysler minivan on
the parking lot. I found my luck. Knowing that campers must not be far. I park close by. The air
is moist and heavy. Breathing gets heavier, harder to control as I get anxious, even excited the
thought of what’s about to happen. I can already feel the smoke and hear faint music.

- “Sick, right?”

- “Yeah, totally stoked we did this.”

- “Been trying to get y’all out here for ages. Your folks give you any grief?”

- “Nah, smooth sailing. Mentioned crashing at your place and they were cool with it. Shocked
me a bit.”

- “Told ya it’d fly. My folks were good about the wheels, but seemed kinda iffy.”

- “Really? Didn’t you clue them in?”

- “Didn’t get a chance to…”

- “Yo, burgers are hot off the grill!”

- “Nice one, Zoey! That smell’s to die for.”

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- “So what are you waiting for? Chow down!”

- “Hold up, gotta have the right beats… Yeah, that’s it.”

- “Hey, remember Uncle Steve?”

- “Who could forget? Dude taught us to play with fire. Plus, his campfire ghost stories were the
bomb.”

- “Yeah, but remember what he said about cooking when camping?”

- “Wasn’t it something like, don’t?”

- “Yeah, but remember why?”

- “Refresh my memory?”

- “Something about attracting bears with the smell.”

- “Think we got bears around here?”

- “No clue, but better safe than sorry.”

- “No sweat, we’ll clean up once we’re done. Plus, I’ve got my dad’s rifle in the car.”

- “Sounds good, but… Zoey, you okay? Food not hitting the spot?”… “Zoey? What’s up?”

- “Hey! Who’s this joker? …Buzz off, weirdo!”

Shot. Scream. Boy hits the ground. Two others just stand there, dumbfounded. Tall one looking
at his dead friend in shock and disbelief. The other one, female, fleshy. Staring at me. I aim the
gun. Her eyes close, wishing for this to be over, she lets out worst scream imaginable. Oh god,
her piercing cry. Shut it, shut it! SHUT UP! Her cords rupture as she screeches in horror. I shoot
her and it stops.

The other one, where is he? Took off without me? I run after, towards his car. There he is. Idiot
trying to open his car.

“No, you stay away! Stop! You fuck!”

Gunshot, another one, and another, as loud as it can be.

His eyes lump out as blood runs down his face, or what’s left of it.

“You have caused me, quite a hassle. What were you doing there, anyway?”

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I look in the car and see an old rifle lying in the trunk.

“You wanted to shoot me, you bastard? Wanted to kill me, huh?”

I stomp on him, furiously, stomp on his head, again and again until it turns to mush. And only
then do I stop. Tired, I pick him up and take him to my truck. He’s not going anywhere, now.

I go back to the camp. Music is still blasting through the ringing in my ears. I shoot the
boombox. Now all I can hear is the crackling of the campfire. Oh no! The female, her body is
ruined! In all anger I did not notice that she fell into the fire. Her body charred, covered in boils
and blisters, her skin split open and the underlying fat dissolved into grease. The picture
perturbs, my stomach turning, the revolting odor of barbequing ribs permeates my clothes and
penetrates my skin as it sinks into my lungs. Upset, I glance at the boy near the tent. His corpse
is relatively untouched. They will have to do.

I drag them both to the truck and leave the area.

CHAPTER 5.

“Hey, you hungry, big boy? I brought more grub for you!” Its walls swell in excitement as muddy
remains sink down the empty void. Hole consumes them one by one. Spiky teeth tear through
flesh, spraying rancid liquid that immediately dissolves the skin, clothes down to the bare
bones. Stench of decomposing carcasses fills the air.

“Yummy” – words perforate my skull.

Its appetite is sated for now. I leave it before it craves once more.

These two days of pure horror left me very tired, so I had no problem falling asleep. In my sleep
I see a man standing next to my bed. His face covered with mask. A gun in his hand with barrel
pointing right in my face. I hear the trigger going off, with a familiar click. Explosion. Flames
leave the chamber with a loud bang. Bright light.

I am woken up by a call:

“You need more victims, you need more victims, you need more victims.”

Father, reminds me of my true purpose, I’m almost done.

On the way to garage I once again find a note on the floor.

“YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH IT STUPID WHORE WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE”

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A wave of tremor hits me. Sweat runs down my back. I’m shaking. It’s too late to stop now. I go
to the car and start the engine.

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 CHAPTER 6. ONE DAY LEFT.

That’s the trailer park.

My daddy always told me, bad people walk in the night and try doors until they find one that’s
unlocked. Could never have imagined myself in this situation, but there’s no other way. So, I try
it. First trailer is asleep, try the door – locked. I try others, but they won’t even budge. Suddenly
I hear familiar music – my exercise program, I see where it’s coming from. Lights are on, so I try
the door. My luck, it is unlocked.

I peak inside, and check. No one in this room. I walk in to find three rooms: kitchen, bedroom,
and living room. Two located at the sides of the trailer and one in the center, which is where I
am. I hear that loud music coming from the bedroom and the sound sizzling meat from the
kitchen. I check surroundings. Trailer has a few interesting antique pieces to its décor but what
stands out from the rest is this small statuette. Its colors have faded but I can still make out the
details. A knight riding a horse, holding a lance, horses’ hoofs raised in the air. The knight is
battling a serpent like creature, a dragon. Its mouth is open, biting horses’ legs. For such an
antiquity, the thing looks out of place here. But its message speaks to me. Furthermore, it only
proves my point. I have to act carefully. I go to the kitchen and see a middle-aged woman
cooking. She is turned away from me, but from what I can make of her, I will describe: she is
wearing a brown dress with white dirty apron, colors have washed through numerous times of
use; her brown hair twined around a gaudy hairpin. This way she resembles my…mother?

- Billy? Oh, where have you been all this time?

- Ma? What are you doing here?
- Oh, Billy, I was waiting for you, my boy… come, Billy, come closer. I have something for you…
come closer.
- Ma, all these years I thought I… I lost you.
- Don’t talk nonsense, boy. Now come here, don’t make me say it twice!
- There’s so much I have to tell you, I’ve grown, you see? I’m a man now. But you, you haven’t
changed a bit? But dad, he said you went away, he told me you…
- Billy, you are making your mother angry, do you want me to make you “hotbath” again? Or do
you want me to tell your father that you are misbehaving?
- No! Mother, don’t! I didn’t do anything, don’t make me…not again, you… you can’t, you’re not
here! You’re not my Ma!
- You are a worthless pathetic child! William Manson! You will never have a purpose!
- No, I do have a purpose now.

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I shoot her, she can’t haunt me anymore.

The woman falls hitting the cooking stove down, with all her resemblance melting away. I snap
out of it. Her eyes widen with the last gasp for air. She is not her. And I should not believe my
eyes anymore. I should move quickly now. Whoever it is in the other, he must have heard the
shot. I check the other room. I peak inside the bedroom to see a fat slob of a man, he’s wearing
a sweat suit, exercising. I can’t believe he didn’t hear the shot. He will do quite nicely.

Amazed at his size and the sounds it makes. The sheer will to move, jump with that weight is
admiring, although rather disgusting. I point gun through the crack in the door. I won’t miss him
even if I try, so I go for it. The abomination of man turns in shock, I fire at him again. His face
turns red, as he starts swelling with anger, he starts coming for me. In disbelief I try last time,
and it ends suddenly, with him crushing himself under his own weight, on the floor with a bullet
to the head. I look at him: a husk of a man, with a bullet to stuck deep inside, within the grey
matter or the layers of fat surrounding it. A big gulch comes out of its mouth. Gives me an
uneasy feeling, the longer I stare at the disfigured cadaver, the more his face changes. Demon
like characteristics, Belial in nature, his gargantuan size. There is nothing left that could even
resemble a man. This is no human.

I try to lift this repugnant body and carry both of them out to the truck. Thankfully, there are no
witnesses. Not even sure if they didn’t hear me, or if they’re simply too scared. But I won’t
dwell on it, as long as they don’t stand in my way.

CHAPTER 7. ZERO DAYS LEFT.

“Get in there!” – I say victoriously.

As I shove them inside. The hole welcomes the food. But it gets quiet. It gets too quiet. It’s
never done this before. Suddenly, the ground begins to shake. The whole chamber starts to
rumble as the scarlet haze fills the room. Maroon shines upon me. Hole’s membranes burst out
oozing its filthy contents. Yes, it is finally happening. The screeching gorefest of sounds explode
from deep inside the hole. It comes out and reveals itself: The One; The Son; The Lord.

Goat like creature ascends from the chasm. It’s shiny flesh drips black liquid that turns to flies as
it touches the ground. Blood red petals of its lips unsheathe the sable teeth. Mouth wide open
as it utters: …

“FEED ME BILLY”