Novels by Jason Boyce

Todd was back amongst the living, standing with Jennifer and Jackson, as all three of them stared at me with the fire of one thousand suns. I am certain that not one of them had any idea why I was motivated to trade my life for Todd’s but it was not their concern. The main concern now was to stay alive just long enough to eliminate Mrs. Tannell and destroy the portal to hell that resided in her living room. Through all of this, the killing, the death, the pain, the suffering, it had come to me out of the blue that Mrs. Tannell must be provoking these attacks, especially if she knew I had killed Sarah Macly, her lone granddaughter, she would have all the motivation in the world to make my life a living hell. The end was drawing near, not only for me, but for Mrs. Tannell as well. It was time to end this, once and for all. On

Todd, the backbone of our alliance, the mini one and the real one, was now lying on his back showing no signs of life at all. His eyes rested still and gray. They were wide open, as stoic as they had ever been in his entire life. His stomach stopped rising with life, he was not breathing at all now. Death had one hand around him, holding on for his dear life, waiting to take his soul away into the ether, never to be seen again. In your last moments, death has a way of making you look as peaceful and calm as you have ever been before. It is the darndest thing, being in the worst position of your life, your soul is floating away, and the lights are beginning to dim, you are dying but from the outside, you look as calm, cool, and collected as you have ever in the history of your breathing days. This generally applies to any and all deaths, except for the horrified ones. Those will make you sick to your stomach. Jesus Christ hims

Todd was in very severe pain, whatever was attacking him was clearly making sure this event was filled with pure pain and horrific suffering. With his pant leg ripped from its seam, Todd’s burn wound throbbed and pulsed with an alerting rhythm. His body was being manipulated by something, some sort of demon that we could not put our eyes on. This put the three of us at a severe disadvantage. It had become very obvious that we needed to act fast, but we had to act efficiently. Flying off the hinges would almost certainly result in a catastrophic failure, that was absolutely unacceptable. All we came here to do was secure demon Sarah where no one would think to find her and we ended up being attacked by an old demon woman, demon wolves, a huge mimicking demon, and I killed a man. This could not have gone any worse, except for some sort of death on our end. Now was not the time for reflection though, Todd needed us, and it was looking

Todd, with his leg wound, would have to wait just a bit longer while we investigated what we thought was the man I killed as he ran into the light. Obviously, if I killed him, he would not be able to make moaning noises or anything like that, so it was fairly easy to discern that the dead man had been turned into a demon and he would certainly be looking for some sweet, delicious revenge. I mean, who would be alright with getting killed out of the blue? Jennifer and Jackson had taken the lead as I made a fine attempt at catching up to them as we headed towards the corner of the abandoned K-Mart. The moaning was like a mating call, this was not the typical ‘I am in pain’ moan. It resonated incessantly, calling us to come and see what was happening. Judging by previous experience, I had no clue about what may be around the corner, all I knew was that we were walking towards danger, and we had to be ready. I said, “Slow down, guys. Le

I could not hold my curiosity back from taking a peek at the filthy, old three-ringed binder. I sincerely wish I had; I was not in the right mental space to read what I had just read. Gaining the knowledge that was hidden away inside of that binder was more of a curse than it was a blessing. The way I thought about life, in general, changed dramatically from that point on, nothing would ever be the same again. Written in ink on a hardened piece of lined notebook paper, I read the following: ‘Today, September 23rd, 1976, I met a few young women that claimed they had been in an accident. Linda Ericson, approximately eighteen years old, Sandra Tannell, approximately twenty-four years old, and Wanda Williams, approximately twenty-eight years old, were in the old Sander’s coffee shop talking amongst themselves. I was studying up on my favorite subject, which will remain nameless because it is so obvious, especially if someone other than m

The slaughtered body of the homeless drug addict that I split in two with a hellacious laser beam from my inscripted hand before we entered the darkness had disappeared. It was clearly splayed out for all to see and showed no obvious logical signs of going anywhere anytime soon. How it had magically disappeared was beyond me, there was not even a sign of blood or fragments of flesh lying about. It truly baffled my mind as to how a body that had been split into two distinct halves could have disappeared along with all the splattered pieces that went along with it. We had finally broken free from the darkness of the abandoned, decrepit K-Mart and had made our way into the light of the outside world. Todd’s van was still where we had left it, everything was still in place just as it was before we entered the darkness to save Todd and defeat the Last Updated: 2021-09-22

Back in our lair, I informed Holly and Mills of my next moves, "Listen up, I'm going to go call the President and let him know that Jeffrey Dahmer, aka The Milwaukee Monster, has passed away from an unknown illness. I'm going to ask the President what he would like me to do as a replacement. After all that is said and done, I'm going to get my old Sarge on the horn and see what we had to do to get him to come down here and hang with us, lead us. Any exception or suggestions to this?"Mills spoke up first, "Gregg, we don't need another leader. We want you to be the leader of this group. You can call your buddy, but know that when you call him you need to ask him to come join the team, not lead it."Holly followed with, "I understand what you're saying Gregg. I get it. You are our leader, no matter who you bring down here; you are the leader of K.U.N.T."I hugged both of them and a

Danny spent the night in medical so waking him with games and noises wasn't happening. Today was going to be the first true test of our skills down here. We go head to head with THE Susan Wilhelm. Its five o'clock in the morning, couldn't sleep, my nerves got the best of me throughout the night. "Wake up Danny." A gentle shove seemed appropriate.Danny sat straight up as if I were the monster in his nightmare he just couldn't seem to run fast enough to get away from. He looked literally like a large piece of shit that could breathe and talk. Little does he know, after Wilhelm falls, he will too, by my hands."Get to my office, you have three minutes." I instructed.He hadn't spoken a word to me, I didn't get a good morning, I didn't get a fuck you, nothing. That pissed me off the most. He was still trying t

I check the monitor looking into the Obama room early in the morning. Danny is sound asleep on his cot and to me that is unacceptable. I hit the alarm button for the Obama room only, the interior speakers. Never have I seen a grown man, athlete or not, jump as high as Danny did.The mike was open so I could whisper sweet nothings in his ear or bark orders, whatever I want to do. Danny can obviously tell that the mike is open, judging by his hand signals and confused look.I was just fucking with him but all I said was "Flush time. Sorry big bro, we have Wilhelm on her way down right now. You're an unneeded liability to the K.U.N.T. team down here."Didn't take my elder to understand that message as he frantically scanned the room for anything of merit to grasp on to or anything to keep the floor from opening up and swallowing him whole. There wasn't anything in that room to

Entering my office opened my eyes to the same exact mansion I was in when this bitch molested me. Three floors, eight bedrooms and three full bathrooms. Danny should be able to pinpoint the exact location and time Ms. Wilhelm will be in which area so we can go in and let B.T.K. and I have some fun."Holly, go wake up Danny for me please." I asked nicely.Holly exited my office without a word and hastily headed in the direction of the medical area. While she was out getting Danny, I pulled a jar out from my desk drawer. In said jar was Danny's pinkie in formaldehyde, which I placed as my center piece on my desk. Just to remind him who he was dealing with and how little I cared for him.I leaned back in my chair, the familiar squeak barking off like I expected, as I awaited my evil big brother to surface from the confines of the medical room. His face makes me throw up in my

As I rested in the bed lying on my back, I couldn't quite slip into that sleep state. I couldn't keep my mind from wondering and plotting our potential plan to get Wilhelm. I HAD to have Danny because I had a deep feeling that he and Susan were more than just acquaintances. I was very confident that he was fucking her, yeah she was old and decrepit but I just knew he was fucking her.People will fuck over anything, especially guys. You want power, find the powerful chick to fuck, you want money, find the rich chick and fuck her. It's really the most classic tale of treachery, kill the king but you gotta fuck the queen first.I jumped up out of bed, still in my boxers, hair all a mess, and proceeded towards Jeffrey's cell to check on my traitorous brother and his new found friend Jeffrey. My mind was racing, hoping that he had been slowly disassembled like a cheap G.I. Joe and eaten leisurely wh

Holly rolled in the advanced polygraph test machine we had. This machine was capable of not only capturing the change in pulse rate and anxiety during a false answer but it was also capable of detecting nonstandard eye movement or ticks on ones face during an untruthful answer. This machine also didn't require a yes or no answer, the response could be a paragraph if the tested wants to provide that much detail. The machine could remember and access all that information from weeks ago.Danny and I sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room. The presidential rooms were always used during poly tests because they had literally no stimuli at all. Once Holly set up the machine, she would leave the room too, can't be too safe.I took the finger pulse indicator and the chest bar pulse indicator and installed them appropriately. The retinal camera took very subtle changes but alignment wasn't hard

Jennifer and Derrick met up in the living room with a fire dancing and a low dose of calming music filling the air. Jennifer knew she had something she wanted to discuss, in fact, multiple things, but Derrick thought this was just another lazy night chilling in his super secure condominium.With a light bump of the arm, "D, we need to discuss some things. I have a few questions for you, and I'd like to talk it out to see where we are heading." She clasped her hands as if a prayer were in order. "I have a lot of questions and concerns and I need to confirm with you to ensure we are on the same page."Derrick smiled and nodded his head, "I'm all ears, Jenn. What's the first topic you'd like to address?" He was not trying to be condescending, but it certainly did come off that way.Jennifer took a moment to decide which topic was up first and finally settled on one, "Well, when I was reviewing the footage from the other night, you know, my parents and all, I

Derrick arrived home to an inquisitive Jennifer. She had much to share and really needed to get it out of her brain and into someone else's. The hour out in public that Jennifer took the liberty of gifting herself had resulted in many problems, some interesting information, and a possible new friend that could assist with several shady sort of things.Someone had had a very rough day and that someone wore a shirt covered with blood and face painted with somberness and despair. There was a good chance that presenting any information gathered today could result in a mental breakdown and Jennifer would have to do the saving this time.Doing his best to present a h

Max sat impatiently by the massive front door as Jennifer closed it behind her. The door, full on metallic, inches thick could detect when someone had the access card with them and knew when to lock down the condo. It was special ordered from North Korea; the importing costs alone had to be five figures.A voice rang out just as Jennifer took her first step off the concrete patio, "This home is armed. Please leave the area." The robotic voice was just one of the Level one features Derrick had installed specifically for his condominium. Why he felt he needed all this safety lock down no one enters equipment was beyond Jennifer as she was accustomed to one doorknob lock and a half functioning deadbolt.This side of town did see much crime either. You know, except for your parents randomly showing up and trying to barge in for God knows what reason. Soon, if she were lucky, Jennifer would know why they were here and possibly a way to get her parents out of her bunne

The morning came rapidly even though the night fought to stay relevant with every pop of settling wood, rustling of tumbling leaves, and shadows that appeared to creep closer with each blink. Jennifer was content and pleased with herself and the mission her and Derrick had accomplished the night before. Her mind raced to digest all the information she had gained once arriving safely back at Derrick's condo, well, her condo as well now one could suppose.Derrick had been up for an hour or so, "Morning, want some coffee?" His eyes analyzed her face, trying not to react to the tangled hair or rheum coating the corners of her delicate eyes.With a stretch and a pat on Max's head, "Sure. Black. Thanks." Jennifer arose from the couch, nothing but undergarments on, and not a care in the world. She was not trained to be shy or self-conscious, at least not in moments like this. She dug at both her eyes at the same time to clear the refuse that had settled over night. Only then

The vigilante justice duo rode the rest of the way in silence. The silence wasn't awkward, nor was it tense, it was merely silence. They both knew there was something to discuss but neither wanted to ruin the bliss of a successful mission with arduous banter about something that may not be a horrible idea.Jennifer tugged on Derrick's long-sleeved shirt about four blocks from his place, "Let me out here, just in case they're watching us." An increased paranoia had entered the lives of the Christmas Darling Duo, especially with the surprise Christmas roadblock.Who's to say the SDPD had not decided to tail Jennifer, and anyone associated with her, in the hopes of catching the slightest of mistakes. Plan for the worse, hope for the best. That was the new motto the duo lived by. No reason to take extra chances when things are under such heavy scrutiny.Derrick lugged the ambulance to the curb and gave Jennifer a look of concern, "Jen, if you're not there in t

Derrick gripped the wheel of the ambulance with white knuckles. He was not used to the tension and excitement of eliminating someone that had made the Christmas Darling's list.Sure, he removed Mr. Dobbins from the realm of the living, but that was more of a gesture of appreciation to Jennifer than it was a purely balance restoring bloodletting.Jennifer casually looked over and noticed how stiff and ridged he was, "Derrick, take in some oxygen buddy. Calm yourself. You're going to have a stroke." She was as calm, the type of calm you would have during your weekly yoga class at the local studio.With a deep inhale, his belly pushing out touching the steering wheel, "I'm trying. Adrenaline is a hard thing to control. Do not worry about me. By the way, it wouldn't be a stroke; it'd be a heart attack." He glanced over with quick big eyes and flashed a half-assed smile.Looking ahead, the road spotted with light and lightly coated with snow,

When a human faces off against a monster, things tend to not go the human’s way. We, as humans, are excitingly strong people, but a monster, a monster is on a whole different level. Similar to a knife being compared to a rocket launcher, when a monster wages an attack on a human being, every possible outcome has already been calculated and carefully dissected, making the possibility of success almost a given. What’s more efficient than a monster? A human that has been turned into a monster.David Dahmer was the human monster to end all human monsters. With other humans pulling the strings, he was a violent juggernaut that couldn’t be stopped, not by anything on the face of this planet. Sheriff Peter Miller, armed with a taser and pistol, was merely a simple human that didn’t know the feeble appearing man standing in front of him was the mons

With a borderline zombie like David Dahmer at his disposal, Jack Davindale marveled at the endless possibilities that were now filling his devious mind. Similar to grocery shopping while starving, you tend to over purchase, logic vanishes as gluttony abruptly pushes its way in. Wendy watched her husband while she nodded her head as if the customer on the other end of the line could see her.Neither Jack nor Wendy paid any mind to Sasha as she rummaged through bottle after bottle behind the counter; they were too focused on setting David up and sending him out on his next mission, “David, my boy, what’s wrong? Let me help you. Just explain the problem and I’ll give you a solution.” Jack was a pure son of a bitch.David’s eyes danced to their own erratic EDM song, more scattered than his brain waves were at the current moment. Cold turkey (and unknowingly) coming off of highly dependent pills t

Still stark naked and not looking to cover herself any time soon, Sasha stood in the middle of David’s living room, hands on her hips, as the bloody skeleton of Ms. Jenkins rested stoically on the couch David had purchased at the local thrift store. Poor guy, he had to carry that couch all by himself eight blocks, everyone was too scared to offer help, not to mention end up inside of his apartment where they thought all sorts of mischievous actions took place. The burning of the chewed-up pills in David’s throat was extinguishing itself as he stared at a naked Sasha. He was not accustomed to nudity, especially female nudity. As a teenage boy would do, David pretended to not want to look but he simply just couldn’t stop from taking in the deliciousness of her smooth, curvy body. For a woman that went around causing trouble as a hobby, Sasha had an amazing body, almost too amazing. Erotic and all, there was still a terrifying disfigu

The last thing David Dahmer remembered was a small, precise prick on his neck, out went the lights shortly thereafter. Time traveled quickly, when you are asleep and comfortable, time always skates by with the quickest of intentions. It seems that days had passed by; it was Wednesday now. David couldn’t uncloud his brain to figure out what day it was he had fallen asleep and who this strange woman was lying next to him. Her black blouse was draped over the only piece of furniture in David’s bedroom, a half size mirror crudely attached to a six-drawer dresser. A pair of black pants dangled for their life on the bedroom doorknob. No panties, socks, or bra were within eyesight, did you really think this young lady wore that type of stuff? Using his quick analytical brain, David deduced that the naked woman next to him was the infamous Sasha. Last Updated: 2021-11-15

Sasha Walker, with her low-cut black blouse, pushed her way past David Dahmer with her non-knife fingered hands and strolled confidently, dare I say, devilishly into his apartment. There was no way she was here in his apartment as a pure coincidence, Sasha didn’t believe in coincidences. Everything happened for a reason, everything had a cause and effect, “Davey, what’s the plan my man?” Her red lipstick was smeared all over her visually sharp teeth, had she been eating something or someone prior to visiting David? Even in his deepest darkest level of fear, David still found solace in the fact that Sasha’s face was not melting from her skull. Even with her face intact, David continued to have still framed images of his mother burst before his face, the way her lips had melted into thin lines of scorched meat. The way her eyeballs were smoked over, that is, the parts that had not oozed from the conjunctiva still rang deep inside of David’s soul.<

Happier than a pig eating shit, seriously that is how the saying goes, David Dahmer was whistling a fine little dandy song he was freestyling as he strolled down the sidewalk towards the apartment complex he rented from one of the Davindale’s relatives. Didn’t I tell you that they treated him very kindly and watched out for him? When one has the big picture in their sights, a couple of decades of kindness is worth all the trouble in the world when creating a monster.As his feelings of happiness and euphoria slowly waned, David proceeded on, smiling and warm inside, but he still maintained a healthy dose of caution, keeping his eyes moving around constantly, on the lookout for that tumultuous Sasha Walker. Our unfortunate hero clutched his paper bag of pills and practically skipped down the sidewalk. Each citizen he passed scooted quickly out of his way, they scrun