Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) Read Online Free

ones from these wannabe critics.”
         “And you want me to find them?”
         “Yeah! I seen you do it before.”
         “Yeah, I can do it,” Cletus said.
         “So you can find ‘em for me?”
         “Yeah. But what for?”
         “What do you mean what for? What happens when someone does a McDougal wrong?”
         “We kill ‘em I guess.”
         “Hell yeah we kill ‘em. We fuck them up good too!”
         “Well. I reckon I don’t…Holy shit. They said they should kill our Ma?” Cletus said as he read the Crashbooks screen.
         “See? I told you. Don’t nobody talk about us that way.”
         “All right. Give me a few minutes.”
         Marty nodded and walked down the hall back to his room. The skull was sitting in the aquarium, maggots still crawling all over it. He looked in to see they had eaten almost half the meat off it. Wouldn’t be much longer now. The shelf just above it was lined with skulls. Soon he’d have to build another one. For some reason, one of the skulls was much larger than the others. He picked it up and ran his fingers across the fissures in the bone.
         Looking closely at it, he remembered now. The skull belonged to some great big colored fellow. The poor bastard had gotten lost and ended up running out of gas just down the road from their house. He’d walked right up to their front door asking to use their phone. Ma had let him in and as soon as Cletus heard him come in, he knew what to do.
         The guy barely got a few steps inside, when Cletus cracked him over the head with a wooden baseball bat. The guy tumbled like a sack of potatoes. Of course, Marty had to help Clete drag the guy out to the garage. The guy weighed a ton. He wasn’t fat, just tall and muscular. They got about halfway there when the guy woke up though and kicked Marty clear across the yard.
         Marty laughed now, but it sure pissed him off to no end at the time. The guy even got ahold of Clete and throttled him good. Busted Clete’s nose wide open, even knocked a tooth out. He started to run, but Cletus is pretty fast too. He ran after the guy and tackled him. They were about the same size and tussled around real good. Finally Cletus got his knife out and jammed it right into the guy’s guts. He squealed and squealed.
         Cletus got up to catch his breath, while Marty ran over and kicked the guy in the face a bunch.
         “Oh sure, now you come along after I got him down,” Cletus said.
         “I wasn’t gonna fight this great big fella. He hurt my ribs when he kicked me.”
         “As usual, I do all the work.”
         “You do not, Clete.”
         “Fine, then you take him back to the shed,” Cletus said as he walked into the house.
         The guy was grunting as he held his hands over his stomach while blood oozed out. He tried talking to Mary as he grabbed the guy’s feet and began dragging him into the shed.
         “Please don’t do this. I need a doctor. Just let me go. I won’t tell nobody.” The guy kept crying. It took Marty forever to get him into the shed. By then he had bled out, or at least bled enough to pass out. Either way he finally shut up.
         Snapping out of the memory, Marty placed the skull back on the shelf next to a tiny one. That was from a little boy not too long ago. He still wasn’t sure what to think of that one. Cletus had grabbed the kid and his family a few miles down the road. Ma didn’t want to eat the boy, so she had Clete just cut his throat real quick. That was the first time they’d killed a kid. Ma said it was no big deal. Anyone not family didn’t matter anyway. Cletus didn’t seem to mind much either.
         Marty was startled by the door opening behind him. He turned and Cletus was walking in.
         “Can’t you knock?” Marty said.
         “I got your stuff here,” Cletus said, showing him a printout. “There’s