The President didn’t appear to be bothered by what was happening to him as his focus was on the microphone sitting on the table in front of him. He wore the usual ill-fitted suit I’d always noticed him in whenever he was on television. Both his arms moved in a manner suggesting he was lifting and lowering something under the table.
They were the only two people in the room. Megan hopped up on the table and lifted her bat. She made her way toward them. Eunice and the other two women joined us, panting.
One of the other women said, “What… the… ?”
Melissa stayed on the ground but followed Megan toward the President. She took the side of the table where the Vice President stood. I followed her and Eunice followed me. The other two women took the other side of the table. Melissa held her hockey stick at the ready and cautiously approached the Vice President from behind.
We all stopped a few feet from the two and waited for a command from Megan.
Megan said, “Mister President?”
The President didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop. He continued to say, “Putting them to work is dangerous. Once they’re successful I get jealous and sad. We need to keep them uneducated and dependent on us—”
“Mister President,” Megan spoke over him, “I’m Captain Megan Naff of the United States Air Force and I’m here to inform you you’ve been relieved of your duty as President as stated in section four of the twenty-fifth amendment. And seeing the Vice President also seems to be in an incapacitated state the responsibilities will be passed down the chain of command until such a person is found who has the mental means to run this country.”
The President and Vice President ignored her and continued what they were doing, uninterrupted. The President kept up his speech while lifting and lowering his arms.
Melissa became impatient. She said, “Fuck this.” She hooked the Vice President between the legs with her hockey stick and yanked backwards. We both jumped out of the way as he fell. The stick was ripped out of Melissa’s hands as he fell, the stick still between his legs.
Megan kicked the microphone off the desk. The President continued his speech. With the Vice President out of the way it was apparent by the crusted white layer on the President’s neck and shirt the Vice President had successfully managed to ejaculate while fucking the President’s neck. Megan stepped forward and kicked the President in the chest and his chair rolled back and into a panel of electronics housed on a shelf behind him.
Once the President was away from the table it exposed what he was doing under it. While he had his blazer, shirt, and tie on he was missing his pants and underwear. In his hands he held the bloody and rotting pelvis of a woman. There was no upper body or legs. Just a pelvis. The President was lifting and dropping, stroking his penis with the stinking meat, like a demented Fleshlight. All the while, he kept up his impossible speech.
The sight of it made my stomach roll and my anger began to boil as I thought, This is what Callie died for? Callie was gone and for what? This worthless piece of meat sitting before us, stroking his worthless piece of meat with another worthless piece of meat. That’s all we are to all of them and that’s all they are to us.
Without another thought I stepped forward and tried to kick the President in the balls. Instead I kicked the pelvis so hard it slipped from his hands and rocketed into the air, landing on the table beside Megan’s feet with enough force it sounded like a cinder block. The President grasped at the air and raised and lowered his arms as if he was still holding the pelvis. His undersized penis was erect and the skin was raw and full of sores. He said, “Sometimes you gotta put a dick in their mouths to shut them up.”
“You killed Callie!” I screamed.
He was unaffected. I stood before him and lifted the cricket bat but at the last second I changed my mind. I sat it on the table and noticed more women had quietly found their way into the room and taken up positions on either side of the table to watch. I turned back to the President and lifted my knee to my chest.
Megan said, “Mr. President, you’re fired.”
I planted the heel of my boot right into the nut sack of the former President of the United States.
Chapter 16
“Hello? This thing should be on, right?” Pause. “Okay. We’re uh… this broadcast is coming from the White House. The President of the United States has been… uh, terminated and we’ve dismantled his…” An incoherent mumble. “His misguided and illegal broadcast. We have a small military presence here and they’ll be working hard to rebuild what’s left of, um, I guess everything. I know there are a lot of hurt and confused people out there. Please help one another and stand by for further instructions.” Another pause. “Thank you for your patience and understanding.”
Acknowledgments
I owe thanks to my brother, Sidney Nicely, for answering my vague military questions when I didn’t know what the hell I was writing about. And I’m forever grateful to Matt Hayward for inspiring me to move forward on this book and to Melissa Hayward for allowing me to make her into a character in this unsavory story.
Other titles by C.V. Hunt
Endlessly (Book 1)
Legacy (Book 2)
Phantom (Book 3)
How To Kill Yourself
Zombieville
Thanks For Ruining My Life
Other People’s Shit
Baby Hater
Hell’s Waiting Room
Misery and Death and Everything Depressing
Ritualistic Human Sacrifice
Poor Decisions
We Did Everything Wrong
Home Is Where the Horror Is
Hold For Release Until the End of the World
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