The Dawn of Darkness (Part 18)

Even I sat in an awestruck kind of horror that night as I watched Bryan fuck Rochelle's rapidly cooling body. The scared little pussy was no more. He'd claimed that he never was. I had always known that the boy was a little unhinged, but I'd always felt that it was manifested within myself. I was a part of Bryan, that was for sure, but a much smaller part than I was aware of.

There was a bigger dilemma this time of how to dispose of the body. Bryan neatly wrapped one of his blankets around her, then stood back and scratched his head.

"How do we get her out of here?" he'd asked aloud.

Fuck if I know, Bry. This was a BAD move on your part. People have seen you with her. People know that you were dating her. Fuck, people probably saw her enter the building. You're fucking screwed, buddy!

"Nah..." Bryan paced back and forth. "Nah... there's got to be a way. There's always been a way. How did we do Katie?"

This was something that I honestly couldn't recall. I'd been there in the beginning. I'd been there when we'd made a move on her and she'd rejected us. I'd even been the one to suggest pissing on her. The way she screamed! Ahhhh! But there were parts of that scenario that I couldn't recall. I could clearly picture her bashed in head, the bits of grey matter floating down the drain mixed in the blood. Yet I failed to remember the actual bashing.

It was making a little more sense to me. I'd never really wanted to hurt these dumb ass little bimbos. I'd only wanted to fuck them, and hopefully to humiliate them in the process. To see a little cum smeared all over their adoring faces. To watch them worship me as I doled out a spanking or a harmless golden shower. I wanted to see how far I could push them. I never wanted to push them to a breaking limit. Fuck. Killing them made them no longer usable. Why would I want to do that?

I didn't. Bryan was the one who did.

It was Bryan who'd watched me clean up Shawna's body and licked his lips. I was seeing that now. He'd let me take care of all of that with a smile on his face. I was under the assumption that it was me moving the body. Me breaking the bones and stuffing her into that suitcase that we threw off of the pier. I was propelling the actions. I was thinking up how to dispose of her. It was Bryan who was doing the heavy lifting.

And Katie. Katie hadn't gone very far. That I could now remember. In my mind, I could see her now, head tilted, mouth agape, half of her skull caved in. Her eyes were missing. There were two bloody sockets where those gorgeous blue eyes had been. I wondered now what had happened to those eyes. I couldn't dredge up that information.

So now, Bryan needed my creativity again. Bryan needed a way to get Rochelle's corpse out of the building unnoticed. Most likely he was going to need an alibi as well. Dorms aren't the kind of places that people just creep in and out of. Everyone is in everyone else's business. If she'd found a way to get into Bryan's room, there was a very good likelihood that there was someone who had let her in. They'd be a witness. Bryan knew that much.

He was chewing on the skin of his thumb and trying to work out his options in his head. Suddenly, his pacing stopped. He smirked.

Dude. Leave that guy alone.

"Fuck you." Bryan cracked open his door and peeked into the hallway. It was deserted. There were strains of music coming from the other doors along the hallway. Friday night was "get laid" night, so the other occupants of the building were surely wrapped around another warm body right about now. Bryan slinked down the hallway and knocked softly on Josh's door.

Josh answered in nothing but a tight pair of bright red bikini briefs. He giggled and closed the door to a slit.

"Oh, man. I didn't know it was you," Josh's face was glowing a bright shade of red. His eyes fluttered downward. Dude had some pretty eyelashes for a guy.

"Yeah, hey. I was wondering if we were still good on that cocktail?" Bryan twisted his mouth into as sincere of a smile that he could muster. "I could really use something to drink right about now."

Josh frowned slightly. "Oh. The girl work you over?" He let the door fall open slightly. He had a hand on his hip, the perfect picture of the envy.

Bryan rolled with it. "How did you know she was here?"

"She came by yesterday and asked if I could help her sneak into your room. Said she had plans for you two. But I knew you were coming to the play with me. I mean, I let her in, but it's not like you were going to be there. I figured she woulda given up and gone home." Josh opened the door all the way down. He was pouting and looking sullen. He was slight in build like a girl would be, no more that 5'5". His hips were narrow and his torso had a nice curve to it like a girl's would. He'd've probably passed for a chick easily if dressed like one.

"Yeah, she waited. But she got all weird on me. Started going on about how she wanted a commitment and shit. Blah blah blah. Then she took some pills out of her purse and took like a handful of them. She's passed out in there now. Women are so much bullshit sometimes." Bryan looked Josh up and down in an appraising manner. "You might have it right. I should get myself a boyfriend."

Josh let loose a wicked peal of laughter. "Well, come on in," he motioned to the room. "If I get you drunk enough, you might just agree to that!!"

Bryan crossed the threshold and sat on the twin sized bed. It was covered in a fluffy cream colored comforter. It felt good compared to Bryan's simple flannel blanket. "This is nice," he commented.

Josh was mixing some concoction in his blender. He turned it off. "What did you say?"

"I think you're nice," Bryan took the plastic cup of alcoholic sludge that Josh was passing to him. "You're really nice for taking me in like this. I appreciate it."

Josh blushed. "Well, you're welcome. Although..." he trailed that word off softly and sipped at the cup. "I might have ulterior motives. One can never be too safe these days. I could've slipped something into your cup when you weren't looking."

Bryan peered into the cup. Josh began to squeal with laughter. He batted at Bryan's shoulder. "I was just kidding, silly!" he exclaimed.

Bryan and Josh downed cup after cup of mixed whatever-the-fuck it was until they were both fairly sloshed. Josh had been inching closer and closer to Bryan on the bedspread, finally working up the courage to put a hand on Bryan's knee. Bryan let him rest it there.

"Fuuuuuck," Bryan slurred. "I'm gunna haf to do sumthin 'bout da gurl!"

"You think sssshe's still in 'dare?" Josh tottered back and forth on the bed. He rattled the mostly empty cup in Bryan's face. "Lesssss jussss keep drinkin'!"

"No, man. I want her outta 'dare! Fuckin' junkie wid dos pills! Who knows what trouble she get me into?" Bryan wrapped an arm around Josh's shoulder. Josh leaned in to him close.

"Poo on her!" he mumbled into Bryan's chest. "Poo on stupid gurls!"

Bryan swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He hooked a finger under Josh's chin and tilted his face upward. Then he leaned down and planted a sloppy, drunken kiss on him. He'd kept his eyes closed the entire time. Josh attacked his face, sliding his thin snake-like tongue between Bryan's lips. I had to hold my stomach to keep from puking.

When Bryan finally wrenched away from Josh, he looked hard down into his eyes. "Peas? You gotta help me get rid of her! I dun wan 'dare in da morning!"

Josh nodded softly. "Aiiight. I'll do it."

The two of them weaved their way down the hallway, playfully shushing one another on the way to Bryan's room. Rochelle's body was still lying on Bryan's bed, neatly wrapped in the blanket, like he'd left her. Josh stopped for a moment. Bryan turned and looked at his face, which was studying the lump on the bed. Bryan got ready to pounce. Finally Josh spoke.

"Dat gurl is FUCKED UP!" The "p" sound popped on his lips. "She ain't fucking moving a mus-kul!"

"I told you! Could you help me pick her up? Grab her feet?" Bryan was moving towards the bed and lifting the blanket-clad body into an upright position.

"Oh, fuck!" Josh exclaimed loudly. "I'm not wearing any fucking clothes!"

He was right. They'd made their way from his room to Bryan's with Josh still in his bikini briefs. Bryan looked around the room and jutted his chin in the direction of the dresser. "Jusss take something of mine out and put it on!"

Josh giggled. "I couldn't fit in nutting of yours! Yer like twize my size!!" He spotted a pile of neatly folded clothing on the chair by Bryan's desk. "Oooo... but dos wud fit!"

Bryan looked over his shoulder and saw what Josh was referring to. The pile of clothes was Rochelle's. "Fine, yeah, put dos on! Just hurry up!

Josh shimmied over, a drunken attempt at sexiness. He pulled the dress over his head. It was knee-length, black and buttoned down the front. He pulled the dark denim jacket over top of it. He even slipped into Rochelle's sling-backs. Josh pivoted around and laughed. "I look better dan she eva did!" He took 3 steps forward and stumbled in the shoes.

Bryan humored him. "Fucking right you do! I'd've fucked you faster than this ugly bitch!" He thumbed in the direction of the dead body on the bed.

"Awe..." Josh blushed. He grabbed the sides of the skirt and swirled slightly. "You are too much!"

You got that right, buddy.

"Shut up!" Bryan screamed.

"What?" Josh instantly looked hurt. He dropped the skirt and cast a bewildered look in Bryan's direction.

"She mumbled something," Bryan was jamming his hands under her armpits and lifting her again. "Get her feet? Please?" His buzz was wearing off. He couldn't risk the same happening to Josh.

"OK, fffffine." Josh lifted the corpse's feet and with some difficulty helped Bryan maneuver it out into the hallway and down the back steps of the building. The campus was deserted. They found Rochelle's car in near-by parking lot. Bryan shoved her in the backseat and climbed behind the steering wheel.

"You coming?" he shouted to Josh, who was hesitating by the passenger side door.

"I dunno," Josh lightly shook his head from side to side.

"Awwww.... Come along! Keep me company while I drive her back to her dorm." It wasn't a far drive. Rochelle's building was only on the opposite side of the campus, maybe 2 miles max.

"Ummm, OK." Josh climbed into the passenger seat and Bryan put the key in the ignition and started it up. They drove along silently. When the turn came, Bryan went past it.

"Where are we going?" Josh sat up in his seat, his voice gaining a touch of sobriety to its tone.

"Somewhere a little private," Bryan responded. "I want to give you a little thank you for helping me."

Josh smiled from ear to ear. "Oh, really?"

"Yup. Just sit tight. You'll know when we get there." Bryan drove for another 10 miles, until he had come along a darkened park. This wasn't one of the bigger parks that the town was known for. It was smaller, and only frequented by the local residents, all of whom were in bed at this hour. Bryan pulled the car over and killed the engine.

"Come on," he motioned for Josh to get out of the car and follow him. Josh complied. They walked a ways into the pitch darkness. Josh reached out and grabbed Bryan's hand, squeezing it furiously. When they were deep enough in, Bryan whirled around and snatched Josh up in an embrace. He kissed him hard, keeping his lips as tightly shut as he could to avoid Josh cramming his tongue into his mouth again.

Dude! Are you fucking gay now? Seriously!

Bryan waved my taunt off. He rubbed at Josh's crotch, feeling the bulge there grow. Josh ground his dick against Bryan's hand. When they broke from their kiss, Josh was panting heavily.

"You want me....?" the question trailed off. He was pointed towards Bryan's pants.

Hmmm. Let's find out if guys really DO do it better!

"No!" Bryan shouted, more at me than at Josh, who flinched at the severity of his tone. "I said this was a thank you for you, remember?"

Josh nodded. Bryan started to get down on his knees. Josh lifted up the dress and worked his briefs down. His pencil thin dick was rigid. There was a shiny drop of pre-cum on its tip.

Oh, fuck no you don't! I get to have some fucking say so over this shit!!

Bryan shook his head at me internally. He opened his mouth wide and sunk it down over Josh's narrow cock. Josh moaned softly and lightly placed a hand on the top of Bryan's head.

Then Bryan chomped down.

Josh's scream rang through the trees, disturbing every bird that was settled in their branches. Bryan had managed to completely sever his cock off, and spat it out on the ground. There was blood gushing from the open wound. Bryan yanked Josh's feet out from underneath him, bringing him to the ground. He crawled on top of his body and placed his hands on either side of Josh's head.

The screaming stopped right after the snap. Bryan's let Josh's head thump onto the ground without any great fanfare. He felt around for the hunk of man meat and walked slowly back to the car. He opened the back door and leaned over Rochelle's body. He stuffed the dick in her mouth and closed it.

He returned to Josh's body and slung it over his shoulder. It was feather light, much light the other dead female bodies we'd lugged around. He plopped the corpse in the passenger seat, got back behind the steering wheel and started driving again. He drove for a half hour until he got to the spot he was looking for. It was high up on a hillside, one that people were known to sit and park at. He set up Rochelle's body in the passenger seat and Josh's in the driver's. He placed Rochelle's head in Josh's lap. He set the car in neutral and pushed it toward the edge.

It went over the side and crashed, bursting into flames like every other car wreck down the side of a cliff that Bryan had ever watched. He stood in awe of the sight for a short while before starting our long walk back. There was an old friend who lived a few miles from here. He'd always left the side door to his garage unlocked. Bryan knew there were clean clothes in there that he could borrow.

After changing, he borrowed one of the bikes in the garage and peddled back to campus. When all was said and done, only 3 1/2 hours had elapsed since Bryan and Josh had snuck out of the building. Bryan trashed the bike a half mile from the dorm and walked the remaining distance. When he got back to the building, he threw the clothes he'd borrowed into the incinerator, went to Josh's room and crashed in his underwear.

The investigation that proceeded the crash was laughable at best. Josh was made out to be the jealous rival of Bryan's girlfriend. He'd lured Bryan into his room, gotten him drunk and then made his way back into Bryan's room, where he convinced her to go for a ride with him. She had somehow ended up fellating him, and when he drove the car off of the cliff in a bizarre rage, she'd bitten through his dick and choked on it. He'd broken his neck in the crash. The two were both burned to nothing more than char by the fire that ensued. Because the town was a wealthy one, known for the academic merit of its college, the details of the case were kept very hush-hush. It was determined that Brian was simply a pawn in all of it.

But how fucking wrong they were.