Fruits
(â ď¸ Insane 17 year olds, blood, peeling skin off, cannibalism, kidnapping and mild torture. â ď¸ )
Thomas Meers looks out of the window of the bus, watching the outside world blur around him. Heâll be officially starting 12th grade when he makes it to the school. He isnât afraid, he just doesnât want his Summer to end.
It has been so much **fun**.
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**_Last monthâŚ_**
âThomas! Thomas!â A voice called out to him from the darkness of the forest.
Thomas pointed a flashlight at the person and found a pale boy, who had the face equivalent to an angel, dragging a large bag behind him. âGood, youâre here.â
Holland frowned. âReally, thatâs my âthank youâ?â
The angel boy giggled when Thomas gave him a quick peck on the cheek, taking the bag out of Hollandâs hands as he did so.
âWhy the hell is this so heavy?â Thomas grunted as they walked together towards their shed.
Hollandâs arms wrapped around Thomasâ waist, making it rather difficult for the latter to walk, and kissed the back of his neck.
âI got that girl you wanted.â
Thomas grinned at that. âThis is why I love you, my angel boy.â
Thomas thought he heard Holland gurgle in happiness, but he wasnât really sure. Then he felt Hollandâs arms tighten around him, and he knew the angel boy was pleased.
***
Thomas sighed, trying to ignore the annoying muffled screams coming from their latest fruit: a Mary.
Holland had her ready to go on Thomasâ examination desk in seconds. I guess practice does make perfect because Thomas found no flaw with any of the many straps and buckles that held his fruits down.
âI thought you said you injected her.â Thomas grumbled, taking out a long knife from his bag.
âDonât be mad at me! Be mad at _her_! I didnât know she took drugs like that.âHolland sniffed from his thrash bag covered chair. âItâs not my fault.â
âI never said itââ Thomas was cut off by a clear scream. It seemed the Mary had forced her duct tape off.
Holland moved without a word to get more while the Mary screamed for help and thrashed against her bindings.
âHELP! HELP PLEASE!! ANYONEâmhhh!!â Holland tape her mouth shut once more, cutting the tape from the roll with scissors. Thomas stood watching it all, twirling the knife around in his hands.
âShh, Mary,â Holland cooed, brushing a lone strand of brown hair out of her face, âScreaming will only make it hurt more.â
Tears ran down her cheeks, and Thomas finally stepped forward with his knife. âWe werenât going to leave you conscious originally, but it seem that your intake of drugs has dulled ours. So, sadly, we have to leave you awake for this peeling. Holland, get your notebook.â
Holland gave Thomas a big smile, kissing the Mary on her forehead before he went back to his chair to open his notebook, pen in hand.
âJune 13th, 12:24 P.M., our subject a Mary Tenenns.â Thomas pressed the side of the knife to her bare arm. âThe Mary has soft skin,â he pressed the knife in harder, creating a thin line of rising blood and making the Mary whimper, âand it is easy to penetrate.
âWhen we take off the first layer of skin, we will find her wet, bloody muscles, just like the other fruits from the previous weeks.â Thomas slid the knife up, exposing almost all of the Maryâs inner arm to the air.
The Mary screamed, tears budding in her eyes again as she struggled, screaming muffled screams over and over again.
Thomas and Holland watched the crimson, iron smelling blood waterfall out of her arm and onto the examination table. Her peeled skin curled outwards like an orange peel, the inner side wet and sticky red. âHolland, keep taking notes.â
âOf course, Tommy.â
âThe subject seems to be in immense pain,â Thomas continued, placing his knife to the side. He lifted the Maryâs arm, from the bottom, with his latex gloved hands and turned her arm this way and that to watch how the blood continued to pool out. âThe Mary seems to have a large amount of blood, as well. Andâohâshe has passed out.â
Holland frowned. âMan, it was kinda fun to see one awake this time.â
Thomas ignored his remark. âContinue writing Holland; we are not finished yet.â
âDo I still get that long awaited fuck if I do?â Holland muttered, pen at the ready.
âOnly if you write everything I say,â Thomas brought out another knife, a butcher knife, âThen we can talk about it later.â
***
_Mary Tenenns, a 14 year old who attends XXX Middle School, has been reported missing. If you see this individual, please contact the police so that she can get home safely to her parents. Thank you._
âOh, isnât that awful?â Holland turned off the TV after that. âHer parents must be worried sick. Donât you think so Tommy?â
Thomas shrugged. âI guess so.â
Holland stuffed a couple more spoonfuls of their fruit stew into his mouth. âYour probably right. When is your mom coming back anyways?â
Holland shivered as Thomas kissed his bare shoulder. âNext week.â
âThen that means we have plenty of time to finish this fruit stew and do other things.â
Thomas kissed Holland again, this time on his throat. âLike what?â
Holland laughed. âAfter one night your already hungry for more?!â
Thomas went away, a blank look in his eyes. âIâm always hungry.â
Holland gave Thomas a grin, then scooped a couple more spoonfuls of stew into his mouth. âI know, thatâs why I make these stews for you. I know you like their different flavors, Tommy.â
âThe Mary fruit has to be the best one by far.â Drool escaped Thomasâ mouth. âDo you think thereâs another one out there, Holland?â
âI hear she has a twin sister, but weâll have to be sneaky.â
âDo you think sheâll peel and bleed the same as well as taste the same?â
Holland shrugged. âOnly one way to find out.â
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Thomas steps out of the bus and is greeted by the swarms of kids, of different tasting and smelling fruits, that all head to their circle of friends.
They all stare at Thomas. They all stare at him during lunch, during class. They all avoid him because of the way his eyes stare.
They all judge him, but they donât understand. They donât understand his hunger.
Holland knows, Holland understands, Holland helps.
Thomas sees Holland waving to him from the school front doors.
âTHOMAS! OH THOMAS!â
Thomas sees people stare at him and he runs towards the angel boy. Thomas smells the scents of the fruits around him as he runs, choosing which one for Holland to cook next.
So he can examine, so he can peel, so he can watch them bleed, so he can see whoâs the tastiest of them all.
Thatâs why the Tenenns are no more. The Maryâs twin was more delicious than her, as well as her mother and father. It makes Thomasâ eyes roll back just thinking about it.
âTommy, focus, we can start after a couple months in, alright?â Holland tossed his arm onto Thomasâ shoulder and brought him close.
Thomas nodded. âSo many fruits to peel this yearâŚso many choices.â
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(1,217 words! OMG. Anyways, Iâve had this story in my pocket for the longest. I donât write this stuff a lot anymore, so Iâm rusty. Thanks for reading and have a great day!)