Wedding Day Massacre

“And here we are again… the night has finally come to a close. Everyone seems to have had their fill,” Sebastian said, surveying the slaughter that he and his wicked counterpart had left splattered all over the building.

He looked down at Perry, DJ Buttaz, Cindy, and his lovely wife who all sat traumatized at a small table that Jinx had just finished wheeling out. It had been obstructed by the gifts for the entirety of the evening and had a massive sign that read: DO NOT TOUCH!

The unhinged jester arranged a few of the gore-caked seats around the table with the mysterious veil draped over it. They could only imagine what was beneath it. The looming mystery pinched their insides like they were all filled with hungry insects.

“It’s a sad thing really, I wish we never had to stop…” Sebastian coughed and spat up a mouthful of blood that dribbled down his shirt. “But like they say, all good things must come to an end. So, here we are, and somewhere within our group, there’s a survivor. Someone left to tell the details of this otherwise unbelievable event. Someone who will be able to convey every bloody sadistic happening of my wedding day massacre…”

Sebastian approached Perry and placed both of his bloody hands on his shoulders. “Will it be you?” He continued on, next letting his drippy fingers move onto Cindy’s shoulders.

“Each of you have made it this far for different reasons. Some of you are clever, some of you are resilient, some of you are selfish,” he glared at Taylor who sat quiet and void of emotion.

“Maybe it’s a combination. Maybe you just have a strong stomach, or maybe you’re just incredibly frightened but are still able to follow basic directions no matter how horrifying. Either way, you’re at the dance now, people, so fucking act like it. Act like you’re ready to finish or I can just blow us all to kingdom come right now.”

Sebastian extracted the detonator from his pocket again and fiddled with it carelessly. He was trying to get a rise from a group that was more stepped on than dogshit. They tried to humor his attempt with fearful, exhausted facials, but it all still seemed a bit forced.

“This last one you can all thank my lovely wife for…” Sebastian said.

More glares of discontent from the peanut gallery arose, targeting Taylor.

“Her and DJ Buttaz, that is…”

As Sebastian’s hand came down on the disc jockey’s flashy button-up and squeezed his shoulder, he jumped and let out a gasp.

“That’s right, my sweetheart was out surfing the club scene, looking for ecstasy and the most sultry sausage, and our good friend here was all too happy to accommodate her. In fact, they even had a little lovechild together,” Sebastian explained as he rounded the table to meet his terrified gaze.

“What the fuck?! Nah, man, you got it all wrong, bro, that isn’t true! Taylor, tell ‘em that shit ain’t true,” DJ Buttaz pleaded.

The others at the table would have been shocked by the revelation if they weren’t already so broken down. They were as numb as a paraplegic’s walking sticks.

Taylor sheepishly kept her head down. It was as if she knew something that the rest of the table didn’t and had absolutely no desire to divulge it.

“Oh, he didn’t know… not surprising, I suppose. There’s a lot about my lady that people don’t know.” He turned his head from the DJ to his wife.

“But while you were out gallivanting and leaving a trail of stardust, I was watching. You probably forget, but the bills for those procedures end up on my credit card and you’d be surprised what you can find in the trash.” Sebastian reached his hand into the center of the table.

“You’d also be surprised what you can find in the toilet for that matter too,” he explained, jerking the curtain away.

He revealed a decent-sized wedding cake sitting all by its lonesome. One that was overall smaller than the lavish layers of sugary sweetness that sat across the room that they’d never gotten around to. But while it was maybe a quarter of the size, it did harbor some of the traits of their ‘real’ wedding cake.

For one, they were both splashed full of the revolting red human essence that made up their species. The difference being that the cake off in the distance had been pelted with hunks of carnal core after the many immoral episodes that they’d played out during the massacre. But the cake on the table was arranged much more deliberately.

The cake’s white creamy circular outside looked like it had been decorated by Planned Parenthood. Sebastian had somehow managed to keep the fetus juicy even though it was months old. The beefy yet slightly shriveled unwanted embryo was slick to the touch. Its veiny trails and alien appearance came with a few other goodies.

Implanted around the ghastly almost-child was a disgusting fencing comprised of the extra-heavy flow tampons. They had over absorbed the mess that undoubtedly came after Taylor said ‘good riddance’ to the slimy seed. They were obviously just macabre décor as the already deathly docile flesh wad wasn’t going to be moving or attempting to escape anytime soon.

The remainder of the perverse pastry was garnished with a variety of girthy blood clots that looked like some kind of bizarre dried-up jellyfish. In between the layers sat moist floppy slices of the amniotic sac. If all of the grotesque imagery wasn’t enough, the bastard baby’s tiny torso had been cracked open, exposing its minuscule organs like a fetal pig on dissection day.

Perry turned his head to the side and vomited. The chunky slush was comprised of mostly alcohol and burned on the way up. The old custodian’s eyes watered and the stinging rancid fluid leaked out his nostrils.

“Sucker was nice and plump when I fetched him from the filter trap. I knew at that stage you’d be flushing the little bugger. You certainly waited long enough to deal with it, but then again, you always did tend to procrastinate, didn’t you?”

The question was of a more rhetorical nature and Sebastian didn’t really care to wait for an answer. As he eyed Jinx sliding the plates in front of the remaining guests, Sebastian took joy in the mortified frowns that manifested on their faces. They had done and seen just about everything under the sad sun, but this was beyond dreadful viewing, never mind the unsaid task that was coming.

“I think you all know what’s about to happen next.” Sebastian used the wide-bladed knife to cut down into the monstrosity. He made sure to distribute some of the various fetal parts, tiny organs, and other drippings equally onto each guest’s dish.

“The rules are simple, the first to finish their plate wins the contest. I should specify though,” he said, taking a seat beside and extending his arm around his battered bride.

“This contest will be a three-way dance. I have something extra special planned for my wife after this, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get some cake!” Sebastian scooped up a chunk of the under-developed tissues of his step-child and forced them into Taylor’s mouth.

This would have been an acceptable practice at almost any other wedding. During most celebrations, the bride and groom always find their way into a food fight. She tried to resist but not too much. The butter cream-covered knife blade starting to split her neck open made it a vital choice to have a taste.

As the mishmash of the juicy dead cells spawned inside her slithered their way down her food canal, Taylor began to feel ill. Her body started to quiver but Sebastian alertly clamped his hand over her mouth, keeping her hatch sealed shut. With his other arm, he kept the sharp steel edge fixed to her throat until he felt her swallow it.

“Alright, now that my love has had her share, I think we can get started. My money’s on Cindy, she’s a fuckin’ tank. The way she gnawed on that dead kid’s face earlier… it just bodes well for her. What do you say, Jinx?” The creepy jester nodded robotically in agreement. Jinx let the AK-47 hang by the shoulder strap and removed an oversized meat tenderizing mallet from a small satchel that had been resting on the ground.

Sebastian stood up from the table and continued the trend of holding onto his bleeding abs with one hand while he cycled the bulky blade around manically in the other. Despite being wounded, he was every bit as intimidating as usual. He hadn’t let his foot off the gas the entire evening.

Perry looked at the madness in his eyes and knew nothing would change it. He shifted to DJ Buttaz and then back at Cindy who both also seemed to understand that whatever words they said would only bring them closer to being dead. It was time for action, immoral, perverse, vile, disgusting action.

Perry sucked the remaining pieces of acidic barf out from between his teeth and spat them on the floor below him. He knew that this bout would be a quick one. There was only so much of the deceased fetus to go around. The cake portion that the abortion had bled into might be the most difficult part to get down.

Part of the head, and arm… Ugh, don’t throw up again or you’re dead. Is it too big to swallow in one shot? I’m gonna have to chew it, I think. Cindy is already familiar with this type of task… there’ll be no room for hesitation. One fail, keep your eyes on her, she’s the one to watch out for. DJ ain’t got the heart for this. I can see it in his eyes…

Perry tried to find the motivation to move forward but he struggled. It felt like time had slowed while Sebastian stalked his way around the table. Then, suddenly, it hit him. Just like in the dance contest, he had already lived the answer.

In a medium that felt almost spiritual, Perry flew out of his current situation and back in time; way back. To the point of reference where his memory was foggy. He had no way to validate if the vision was a conjured fantasy or a subliminally suppressed recollection. But everything he felt and his eventual outcome all seemed to point toward legitimacy.

Suddenly, he was a baby in his mother’s arms. He felt a rough scratchiness against his new delicate skin of the irritating scabs that riddled his mother’s extremities. The ones that oozed with blood and pus while constantly trying to regenerate. They were the various holes that she stabbed into looking for a quick fix to escape the filthy world that surrounded her. To escape the responsibility that Perry had pushed into her. Momma’s diet of drug use and sexual promiscuity was all she lived for. She wasn’t fit to live for anything else.

She sat in the grimy rocking chair shirtless. Her ribcage was overly defined and her breasts had shriveled and become void of the nurturing essential succulence that his newborn body ached for. The polluted areola left much to desire.

When she inserted her nipple into his toothless mouth and he suckled, no nourishment was provided to him. Instead, a black used motor oil-like substance began to dribble out. The toxic teat gave him no joy as he screamed and cried in revulsion.

He leaped forward in the timeline from there. Back to the late nights without sleep in Yonkers. Back to the deep stabbing hunger pains piercing his guts relentlessly. The empty cupboard that his momma was always too absent to ever fetch food from. The one he opened in disappointment day after day. The one that had the dead rat rotting inside it.

His belly hurt so much that, in his mind, he never had a choice in the matter. When there was nothing left for him, and the people outside were too scary to ask for help, he was left to decide. His unseasoned mind had very little leverage in making his assessment. He had no guidance and, therefore, his primal instincts took hold of him.

He chose to sink his teeth into the gamey putrid pest. There was simply nothing else available to accommodate his hunger. And while the maggots tasted mushy and bitter and animal bones snapping between his baby teeth sounded like nails on a chalkboard, eating the foul carcass helped stop the pain. As the hairs tickled his throat and the decaying hunk landed in his pit, he felt better than before.

“GO!” Sebastian screamed, interrupting Perry’s nasty flashback.

As Jinx stood between Perry and Cindy watching ominously, Sebastian got directly behind DJ Buttaz.

The sudden interruption didn’t matter to Perry. He didn’t have anything left to think about. If his constant adolescent hunger spells had taught him one thing, it was to be grateful. If he ate that fucking rat, that meant he could damn well eat that fucking baby too.

His hands shot down to his plate before anyone else’s could’ve hoped to. He popped all of the baby parts and a watery blood clot into his mouth and ground the petite meat down without issue. Perry wasn’t even focused on the rest of them, he was focused on trying not to starve.

After a few chews, he’d already swallowed. DJ Buttaz and Cindy were still trying to mash their mouthfuls and had failed to get all of their fetal parts on the initial swoop. All that stood between Perry and walking away from the hell he was in was one extra-large blood clot and a handful of cake.

He kept his pace and shoveled it in without the slightest hesitation. As he mashed it down into a fine puree, the others were just getting their final bites into their mouths. But as his competition began to chew, Perry had already swallowed. He unhinged his jaw and stuck his tongue out for Sebastian and Jinx to inspect.

Jinx acted first, driving the spiky mallet down into the back of Cindy’s skull. The sickening crack sent the fetal parts and cake shooting out of her mouth and drove her forehead into the tabletop. The blood leaked out in all directions as the triangular metal tips rained down again, shattering the back and making contact with the cortex.

While Jinx was busy beating Cindy’s brains in, Sebastian had grabbed a handful of DJ Buttaz’s locks and started sawing back and forth over the front of his throat. His arms flailed about but he seemed content in giving up. It appeared as though, after all the bullshit he’d been through, he was now ready to embrace his death like he’d been waiting for it.

Sebastian had caught him mid-swallow which made for a particularly gruesome decapitation. Just as he was pulling the party boy’s head off his shoulders, the pieces of the baby that he’d tried to force down were being reborn out of the hole where his throat had been.

Taylor and Perry both remained as still as trees in a dead wind while they watched the pair of psychos finish their business. They didn’t know what to expect but at least they’d made it to the end.

Sebastian held up DJ Buttaz’s still twitching face and gawked at it. Then he slowly walked over to the hole in the side of the building and tossed the head through. It dropped down the side of the building, and as he watched it descend rapidly, he hoped the DJ could still register what was happening during the massive fall.

When Sebastian turned back to observe Jinx, the nefarious jester appeared to be stuck in autopilot; hammering the pile of pieces that had previously comprised Cindy’s pretty little head.

Sebastian smiled, grabbed his stomach again, and winked at Jinx. “It’s time.”