Damn it sucks to be Fred Hay

This one's a clip from a huge fiction story I started 2 years ago (right when MMOT went down) and since I plan to take out huge chunks, I thought I'd leave this one for you.
Fred Hay is a depressed lonely filthy perverted pedophile hired by the caretaker to help around the house. And he's short and ugly.
Sparrow Ops= some private security company investigating terrorist organisation, the Survivor Corps.

Broo = Scotland employment for ex-convicts
beeling = really pissed off
auld = old

Damn it sucks to be Fred Hay!

It was Sunday, and all the people living at the group home were going out on a huge picnic. These were British and Canadian students living here in Liverpool for the duration of their nuclear war studies course. And the picnic was to be a huge studying session. Right now, the caretaker, Beth was preparing the food. Two girls, Anni, and Echo were helping.

“Don’t forget to bring all your notebooks, we will be studying as a group today,” Brice Briggs, their teacher called.
Anni paused, with the blade of her chef knife halfway through a carrot. “Well, there goes all the fun today,”
“Aye, he doesn’t know how to live without studying all the time,” Echo lamented. “Screw it, we’ll sneak off. It’s not that hard,”
“Yeah…” Anni replied uneasily.

“You two done with those vegetables?” Beth asked.
“Just about,” Echo said. Fred Hay came up the stairs from the basement hauling a basket of water bottles. With a grunt, he placed it down and yawned.
“You haven’t got much sleep, have you?” Beth asked.
“Blimey, I couldn’t sleep. Bloody red-haired bird kept squealing while riding her boyfriend all night.”
“How rude! What is with these sexual comments you make of her?”
Echo and Anni both stopped. Echo looked pissed, and Anni stifled a giggle as Echo shot Fred a look of death.
“Don’t blame me, she’s the one who needs to keep quiet,” Fred muttered, pointing a thumb at Echo. “She goes on and on like constipated chickadee, high off hash. Bloody irritating if you have to listen to it for the whole night, what with them thumping and all,”
Anni clamped her mouth to block a laugh, and turned away so Echo couldn’t see.

“You mind your tongue, mister! What this young lady does in her own spare time is her private business, and it is extremely rude of you to go talking like that!”
“Beth!” the Walking Beard called from the front room. “How about that tea now?”
Beth motioned for Kasey to pick up the tray and tea pot, and they both walked out of the kitchen.

“I know exactly why you’re so mad about it,” Echo said calmly as she stood right in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Ike and I had the best night in a long time wrapped in each other’s arms going at it like two caffeinated kitties in heat, howling and thumping about. We remind you it is something you’ll never get! Nothing much more than filthy squirting sausages back in jail!”

Anni was just losing it, snickering loudly as she kept her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Fred looked intimidated by her; she was at least half a head taller than he was.
“Piss off, you!” Fred snapped back. “I never had sausages while I was in jail!”
“Oh really?” Echo cooed sarcastically. “Or you mean you never consented, much less enjoyed it? I can see it in you, don’t even deny that you were thrust in your little chocolate pump!” she laughed. “Say by the Highlands’ finest?”
Anni couldn’t stop laughing and she had her hands clamped over her mouth but she couldn’t stop cracking up. She lost her balance and leaned against the fridge.

“You-you blasted bitch! I never! I swear!”
Echo laughed. “Yyou sick scoundrel, you!” she said with a smile. “Oh, and by the way, I am disgusted that you heard that, much less enjoyed it, and beat your meat to it! You know, Ike and I talked about having a three-way with you,”
Totally surprised, Hay looked up at her. He got a black eye, just from that cheap shot.
“You, you really mean it?”
Anni was also surprised, and noticed Hay getting a bulge in his pants. Anni’s eyes widened.
OMFG, you’re not serious! That is so wrong, Echo!, she thought.

“Sure, in fact, this little quarrel is turning me on,” she said, posing.
Hay stood up, with an actual smile on his face. He was excited.
Anni was disgusted not by Echo’s fucked up proposition, but more so by the look on the man’s face.

“Anni!” It was Christine “Scoldy” Rutherford calling from the front room. “I need your help! Y our friends misplaced my necklace!”
“Echo, you’re seriously messed up,” Anni said, walking out of the kitchen.

“I see you looking at her with hot rush going off in your pants,” Echo said to Fred. “Come on, admit it, you want to take Anni and thrust her from behind don’t you,”
Fred started shaking in his pants. “She’s an annoying little bitch, but it’s hard not to think about it at times,”
“She’s too young for you, but I’ll fulfill your fantasies and make you never think of her again,”
“R-really?”
Echo nodded.
“Aye, when can we start?”
“Just as soon as you kiss me, and we’ll go some where secluded.”
Hay rushed to her, completely consumed by lust, eyes closed, lips puckered up-

It was all a joke- and a nice lure for a beating. Echo grabbed Fred, with her hands on the sides of his head, but held him back, and head-butted him as hard as she could, breaking his nose. Surprised Hey stepped back, hands on his nose.
“Cyke, just kidding you stupid fool!” Echo laughed, delivering a mighty kick right to his groin, hard enough that Echo hoped it would pop his balls. She shoved him away.

Hay howled as he collapsed on the floor in fetal position with his hands on his crotch.
Anni rushed back in, saw the bastard on the floor and broke into laughter.
“What the fuck?!”
“Yes,” Echo said, as she stopped laughing, and then kicked him in the gut again, then in the face.
“You have got to be the stchupidest choob on the planet! You actually took me seriously? What a goof! I would NEVER do you! Anni’s got better chances in bed with me than you!”
“Say what?!”
“No, but that goes to show that he’ll never get close to me.”
“Oh, okay good.”
Both girls watched as Fred lay on the floor actually crying in pain.
“You make me sick! You can fantasize and cry all you want when Ike and I keep you up at night, because it is never, ever going to happen to you. You don’t even deserve sloppy seconds! Be grateful you get raped in jail because it’s the only thing you’ll ever get. In the mean time, piss off!” Echo fumed, kicking Hay in the face, right in the bloody nose.
He cried more from the new pain.

Echo turned to Anni and started laughing. “Good times, eh?”
“Don’t you think you over did it? He is a pervert and all, but all the stomping?”
“No, not after this wretched scumbag mentioned us, but hey, it’s all a laugh now. He won’t be staring at us anymore, come on!” Echo said, taking Anni by the arm out of the kitchen. “Hey!”
As they went to the stairs to the basement, Echo saw Ike, and told him how the pervert in the kitchen fantasized about having actual sex with her.
“I’ll put him in his place!”
“Aye, I got it,”
“Yar, but I got some punishment to dish out me self!” Ike fumed as he stormed up stairs.
After he left, Echo and Anni sat on the couch watching Rann and Russell play on the Xbox 360.
Anni laughed the humour out of Hay’s beat down, but Echo kept howling in laughter like she was drunk or something.
“What’s so funny?” Russell asked.
“Nothing—nothing…Okay, I’m good, I’m good,” Echo said, trying to calm herself down, then started laughing again, as she leaned on Anni, who just looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.
“Well?” Rann asked.
“She, uhh, pretended to hit on that creep guy upstairs, and he got a hardon because he thought she was serious, then she kicked him in the nuts.
Ran laughed for a few seconds. “Nice,”

Upstairs, Ike finished the job. He was over 6 feet tall, and really strong, even though he looked skinny. He grabbed Fred by the face, clamping his mouth, then grabbed him in the nuts with his free hand and squeezed them hard.
“You twisted piece of shit!” Ike snarled in his Scottish accent. “Ye have any idea how beelin’ I am?” he shouted. “Don’t ye ever, ever, be dreaming about having sex with my girl again!! She’s a goddess, and next time you dream of defiling her, I’ll rip the baws out of your baw bag and shove ‘em down your throat! You hear me?”
Hay cried. “What do you mean of defiling?”
Ike punched him, and threw him into the refrigerator. “It’s something to do with a sex offender like you touching a woman as pure-spirited as her. Now what have ye got to say for yerself, you hairy bam?”
Hay started crying, with tears streaming down his face and everything.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, we was just jokin’ around”
“An’ then your auld arse fell aff? Or do I gotta rip off your baw bag just to make sure it doesn’t happen again?” Ike fumed. He held Hay up by the collar of his shirt and stared him down with a look of fury.
“Or perhaps I oughtta take your arse out to the fields, and our trigger happy Survivor Corps friends will be happy to take care of you?”
“No! No, please, I beg you, don’t!” Hay begged. Ike heard from Roan about how she found him with his camera in the woods when she and Anni were on the run.
“I don’t wanna burn in hell!”
Ike threw him down to the tile floor.
“How you get in this house anyway?! The Broo send you here?”
Hay clutched his swollen groin. “What are you talking about?”
“What is your job?!”
“Aye, I’m a caretaker, just like Beth. Honest! I’ve got nowhere else to go-“
“Hell is waitin for ye!”
“I don’t want to go to Hell. I want to repent-“
Ike kicked him in the stomach. Hard.
“You listen to me, you filthy chanty rassler. If you so much as even think of her or any other coos living here, I’ll clout yer baw clawing ass all the way to Hell and back. You are gonna apologise to her, and tell her what a filthy, disgusting, sick minded choob you really are, and tell her that you could never score with a cow or a hogbeast even if you tried to court one! You hear me?!” Ike shouted.
Hay nodded, trying not to whimper. Ike picked him up by the shirt and dragged him downstairs.

Anni found the camera phone that fell out of Fred’s coat, and filmed Ike’s beatdown and tormenting of that sick pervert. She kept it recording and followed Ike and Fred downstairs, where Ike forced him to degrade himself with all of Ikes comments in front of Echo.

“Thank you, you sicko, now go away,” Echo laughed. “Alright, Ike, I think he’s learned his lesson,”
“Yeah, really. But thanks, now I don’t have to worry about him looking at me,” Anni added.
“All right, we good?” Ike asked everyone in the room. They all nodded.
“Apology accepted. Ike, come back from your dinger, now. We’re trying to enjoy it, and you’re literally in overkill mode,”
“Right,” Ike said, opening the door to Fred’s room, which was the boiler room, with a cot, box of clothes, cooler and small table with a laptop on it.
Echo jumped up and bounced into the pigsty of a room and looked at the laptop. She turned it on. “What’s this computer for?”
“It’s not mine, it belongs to my boss,” Fred said quickly.
“What boss? Some porno website that takes peep videos? Yeah? You sticking your camera on us while we’re changing or bathing?”
“No, I swear-“
Ike shoved him out of the way, picked up the laptop, and smashed it as hard as he could on the cement floor several times.
“That takes care of that. Now get back into that cowp and don’t come out!” Ike said, literally picking up Fred and throwing him in.

Beth made Echo and Anni both return to the kitchen and help her with the vegetables and sandwiches. Echo said she had to run to the loo, and ran off, so it was just Anni in the kitchen. She looked up and saw Russell and Rann coming back. Beth asked them to go to the store and buy bread for the sandwiches.
"Thank you, gentlemen," Beth said, taking the loaves of bred from them. Both boys nodded.
"Rann, get your ass in here and help me!" Anni said quickly.
"What? I already did my bit,"
"So? Echo booked it and I'm lonely, so give me a hand here."
"Actually, Rann, we do need some help. Echo up and left."
"Fucking hell," Rann swore quietly as he walked into the kitchen and started making sandwiches under Beth's guidance.

An hour later, all the food was ready, and packed in coolers and old classic picnic baskets.
Anni sat on the couch in the rec room in the basement looking at Fred's cellphone, which had a built in digital camera; looking at the pictures and videos Fred took of her and other girls in the house or out in the fields. There were videos of when she was talking to Todd about Roan's wallet, fighting with Echo, and even out talking to Roan the day before the Survivor Corps attacked.
Stored in the camera's memory card were lots and lots of pictures.
Rann sat on the couch next to her. "What's going on?"
"That dirty creep's been taking pictures and videos of all the girls in the house. See? He’s even trying to get shots of us naked or changing. What a douche."
Echo flopped down on the couch next to her. Behind them, Ike was playing World of Warcraft and was in a battleground. Russell and Kasey were watching.
"Shh!" Echo said. "I don't want Ike getting all furious again, well not now anyways, just keep going through them,"
Anni did so, and she found the important pics; the ones of Roan's identification cards from the ROC and Survivor Corps. Next came the pictures Old Man Flaherty and his family all shot up, and the busted insides of the farmer's house. The last picture was of Roan's friend Teva sitting slouched on the toilet completely mangled from head to toe with bullet holes.

"What the fuck?" Anni asked, as confusion, and even a pinch of fear crept through her. She passed the phone to Echo who looked at the pictures. "So, that choob's been spying on you for the whole time you've been here?"
"Ugh. yeah, but what the fuck is he doing taking pics of Roan?"
Rann got up to watch Ike on WoW.

Fred Hay sat whimpering in his room after Ike kicked his ass and smashed his computer. Hay was really gonna get it now from Blue Suit, and the fear of being sent back to jail scared him. After 10 minutes when he was sure the coast was clear, he stumbled up the stairs to the kitchen while his bruised testicles throbbed in pain. He grabbed a lunchbox ice pack from the freezer, stumbled back down, and sat on his cot bed with the icepack on his nuts. The cold hurt even more but began to numb the pain.

He couldn't comprehend how that tall Scottish girl tricked him. He was so sure she wanted to have sex with him, and instead he got beat down by that girl and her boyfriend, that Aiken Tappen kid. The girl really messed with his head, and bruised his balls. Just the thought made him want to cry.

Two months ago, The Sparrow Ops pulled Fred out of prison after he told Blue Suit about the Survivor Corps' kidnappings of students at that catholic school in Manchester. They gave him a job to watch and report any Survivor Corps related things, and he had seen, recorded, and reported plenty ever since that Anni kid showed up. She looked so damn suspicious Hay found it not to be funny.

He did his job, watched, and reported everything. He followed Anni Emlyn out into the fields, and to the farm where the residents were killed by the Survivor Corps when they attacked. Hay risked his life to keep an eye on that girl, and he figured the most dangerous part was when Suspect 2 got him, even though he did save her life.
Blue Suit literally spat on him as if his work was not good enough all the god damn time.
Hay did not receive any pay, and he was feeling disgruntled, especially now that that girl kicked him in the crotch.

Those girls were on to him now. Not only did Fred take pictures and videos of things he was supposed to, but the constant rushes of lust intoxicated him, and he ventured about in the house taking pictures of all the girls living here. So young and beautiful, and Hay knew he would never get any action from them. The thought made him weep. He was really pathetic, and miserable too.

All his life, Hay never had a good girlfriend, or any action either. His first girlfriend, some big catholic butch from Ireland with a violent drunken father who turned his rage on him when he started dating her. That was twenty years ago, and in the ten years following that, Hay was stuck with ugly, unattractive women who were just as nasty in their behavior as their looks. His last actual girlfriend got her brothers after Hay and tied him down while they drank and smashed bottles over his head. That was in 1992. Hay had no family of his own. He lost contact with his mother, and his drunken father got himself killed in a violent car accident. His brothers and sisters spit on him and disowned him. Then Hay developed lust problems and got arrested stalking and voyeurism. He was listed as a sex offender in Ireland, and everywhere he went police threw up notices about him, and everyone spat on him everywhere he went. Then in 1997, the Irish rebels began fighting with British troops in Northern Ireland, and eager to escape from a shitty probation and minimum wage life, Hay joined the rebels and shot it out with the British army.
He got arrested and charged, and sent to jail for 50 years for his shooting of several British soldiers and local police; which was the reason Hay could never return to Ireland. Instead through some means, he got UK citizenship and ended up in a life of petty crime and drug dealing. Five years ago, Hay was arrested when police raided his drug lab, and he was sentenced to 10 years in jail. But his sentence was cut short and he was placed in that shit hole of a halfway house in Manchester.
Then he was arrested just for witnessing the Survivor Corps kidnapping at that catholic school, and the Sparrow Ops showed up, bailed him out, and hired him.
Now Hay was scared of losing it all. Blue Suit threatened to send him back to Ireland.

11:15 AM
In the rec room, Anni and Kasey were playing on the Xbox 360 when a cellphone on the coffee table started ringing and vibrating, and scared the crap out of Anni. The phone sang a tune of high pitched beeps and screeches that a computer made when connecting to the internet on a phone line in Canada.
"That is your ring tone?" Kasey asked, looking at Russell.
"Hell no, that's not my phone!"
"Anni, get it!" Ike called.
"Fuck that, it's not my phone."
Echo rushed over and picked it up, but didn't flip it open. "Hey, I think this is that scumbag's phone,"
"Could be, with a shitty ring tone like that…" Anni replied.

Mr. Grimsby heard four beeps and there was no reply. That incompetent dirt bag (Fred Hay) always picked up during the first beep.

"I don't wanna talk to his boss!" Anni protested.
"Just do it, its not like anything can happen!" Echo persisted, flipping open the phone and pushed it against Anni's ear. "Okay, okay, fuck off, I got it!" she said, turning it around so the speaker was next to her hear."

"…hello?" Anni spoke as she held the phone to her ear.
Everyone in the room stopped and watched her.
"Who is this?" an angry man's voice demanded. It was loud enough everyone could hear. Anni held the phone a few inches away so she wouldn't go deaf in her right ear.
"Umm…My name's…Christine," she said quickly, putting on her fake British accent.
Echo and the others started giggling.
"Well then, Christine, what in blazes are you doing with Mr. Hay's phone?"
"Umm…he left it out, and I got the same type of phone, and i thought it was mine that was ringing…"
"That's rubbish. The ringtone should be completely different than yours!"
"Sorry, but I thought mine was glitching out or something!" Anni talked back. "Seriously, I hate my phone, its really screwed up-"
"Alright. Is Mr. Hay at home?"
"Yeah, he's sleeping…"
"Then go wake him and give him the phone!"
"Anni, you should've told him he was out!" Echo hissed.
Anni just gave her the finger.
"You gotta do it V-shape. upside down peace sign," Rann said, but she flipped him off too.
"I have a question." Anni said.
"What is it? I'm very busy here, and I need to speak with Mr. Hay!"
"Are you the guy in charge of the porn site or whatever it is?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"What, I'm just asking, because he keeps peeping around the house at us with his phone trying to take pictures of us when we are in the shower or changing, and he's got pics of us sleeping too, like, what the hell?"
"And how would you know about this? Have you been looking at the phone? Snooping-"
"Fuck you, man!" Anni snapped back, "He's snooping around staring at us. He like gets a hardon for us, then goes and jacks off! And this morning, he came into the kitchen and started hitting on my sister, and told her he wanted to rape her and shit."
The kids in the room were giggling with their hands clamped over their mouths, trying to contain their laughter.
"FUCK!" Ike shouted, banging the desk because he got killed by an enemy player in World of Warcraft.

"Everyone downstairs, get up, we're going now. Grab a basket or cooler from the kitchen, and don't forget your notebooks!" the Walking Beard called from upstairs.

"Let's go, let's go!" Echo said, jumping from the couch. Ike logged out of WoW and joined her. The other kids ran with them.
"Hey, wait!" Anni called. "Don't leave me down here-"
"Bloody hell! Listen up, young missy, Mr. Hay's occupation is that of a caretaker of the house. I run a legitimate company of hiring temporary and permanent caretakers. I will deal with him on this matter. Now you wake him up and give him the phone, already!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Anni said, then held the phone away and said. "Fucking old freak,"

She pounded on the door. "Mr. Hay, open up, your boss is calling!"
She banged the door harder, then it opened.
Fred stood there holding the crotch of his pants over his groin to hide everything. He glared at her menacingly.
"The fuck do you want?!" he snapped.
"Your boss wants to talk to you," Anni said holding out the phone.
"Gimme that!" the creep snarled, snatching it out of her hand. "Now fuck off, you little cunt!" he snapped, and slammed the door in her face.

Anni said nothing and ran upstairs.

Hay slammed the door on that Anni kid, and held the phone up to his ear, as he staggered back to the cot, holding the bag of ice on his nuts "Hello,"
"What the hell is wrong with you, Mr. Hay? Leaving your phone out like that?"
"Blimey, I misplaced it, that's all,"
"no, that's not all. and why the hell isn't your computer on?"
"Bloody fuckin' kids smashed it!" Hay spat back. "They been harassing me all morning-"

"Smashed it? You better be joking with me, Mr. Hay!" Grimsby shouted. Everyone in the room looked up from their computers, or paperwork. "Or I swear on my mother's grave, I'll go there and kill you myself!"

"Well fuck you, those brats smashed it." Hay spat back into the phone.
"You listen to me, you waste of food, and you are walking a thin line with me! Hanson! Extract every kilobyte of data from Mr. Hay's phone!"

"Yes, sir," the guy named Hanson said. He opened a program that communicated directly with a communication satellite in orbit that traced Fred Hay's phone signal, and began downloading all the videos, pictures, information, and everything else. "It's going to take two minutes,"
Grimsby nodded. "You listen to me, Mr. Hay. I pulled you out of jail, and saved you the possible deportation to Ireland where you await a lifetime in prison, and I will see to it you rot the rest of your days in prison, the very environment you were conceived and born in!"
"Oy, that hurts, mate,"
"Good, and it will hurt alot more if you screw up again. We already have a spot reserved just for you at Portlaoise Prison, and will hand you over to Irish authorities the minute you screw up, and I don't care what Master Weiss says!"

Hanson stood up. "Sir, I have Mr. Hay's data,"

"Stay on the line!" Grimsby ordered to Hay as he walked over to Hanson's work station.

"These are videos and photos taken with the cellphone. There's 51 files in total. 16 videos, and 35 photographs, he said, entering a command. The computer began playing all the videos at once.
Grimsby already had seen the pictures and videos Hay had sent him regarding his spy work on Suspect 1. The majority of videos showed girls walking around either in sleepwear, or scantily clad. Apparently the girls didn't notice in some videos, and in others, they shouted, or slammed doors before the video cut out and re-started.
"Voyeurism. Could get very ugly," Hanson said.
They found a longer one of a girl teasing Hay and offering him sex, then a kick to the crotch and repeated stomps, then the video showed a tall young man swearing at him and kicking his ass.
"Our boy's been getting himself into trouble. And this video, here, is from today, sir,"

"Mr. Hay, you sick son of a bitch, what the hell are you thinking?!" Grimsby almost shouted. "One call to the police, and after the Survivor Corps attack last week, you will put us into a disgusting sticky rut! Not only will I have to find a replacement for you, but we could just as well lose Suspect 1!"
"sorry sir, I, uhh-"
"Shut up! From now on, you stay away from that group, and do not associate with them at all! You do not talk with them, and certainly do not spy on them. Your focus is Suspect 1 when she is out of the house! How dare you spy on those women for your own sick vile pleasure! You stay away from them, and monitor Suspect 1 at a distance when outside the house. That is an order! You hear me,?"
"Yes sir, loud and clear, sir,"
"You be bloody grateful you've been beaten, rather than having the police involved, and thank God your testicles are bruised, Hopefully it will set you straight! The occupants have all left the house, and are moving out onto the field. You follow them, and stay out of sight! Use your headset and keep a phone line open! Now get moving!" Grimsby shouted, and slammed the phone onto the base.
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As confusing as it seems i hope some of it was amusing.

Atomic symbol; below it a nuclear explosion over a city and farmland. Buildings were painted white to reflect the flash.
The 4 shield shaped symbols are crests of families in charge of SCA.
The ring is full of symbols- weather symbols, warning flags (Lima = stop)/(Golf=need pilot), hazard signs (the X in orange box means pathogens, and the box with the tree and dead fish means environmental damage. Basically through symbols, the ring tells of surviving a nuclear war and noticed things about it and the after- environment. Purple lines on top-right of ring represent UV rays. The section full of long and short dots is written Morse for "Survivors of the world, unite and prosper!"
Below that is a map of a destroyed area, representing destruction.

I made this with Paint; it took me 6 hours of pixel-work.
I wanted to make a visual part of my fiction story since the rest has been text. While I aim to get the story published in the future (after a crapload of editing), I thought I'd put this up on DA.

k.