Meat Festival in St. Judas - Fiction Story Contest

“Welcome to St. Juda Meat Festival, under the Butcher’s Hook. Let’s get the drinking going! Tio why don’t you start first as you are the most needy one!” – exclaimed Mendoza, giving the bottle of whisky to Tio Billy who drove his band Tortillas de Pelo all the way into the Alps. And, after everything, it was on time as well! Mendoza continued – “I’ll find the mayor and let her know that we came here before the sunset, as agreed. After all, she paid our fee 100% upfront.” Mendoza slammed the door of old Chevy van and entered the payphone next to the road, because up here no mobile operator came even close.
Atmosphere in the Chevy started to heat up and the smiles returned to faces of band members. “Why dooo you think they caaall it Meat Feeestivaaal?” – asked Machete backing his words with few guitar tones, trying all the sentences as a possible verse of his new song . – “Could it beee that they waaant us for saaacrificiaaal ritual?”
“That would be wicked sick. I always wanted to be a part of something so twisted and demented.” – after saying that, fire in Tio’s eyes lit, as he was determent to be a part of at least one forbidden thing on this trip.
Mendoza returned with old lady named Martha, dressed in bluish gala dress and silk scarf around her neck with contours of Butcher’s Hook. She greeted – “Welcome Tortillas de Pelo, we are so glad that you arrived in our old village. I can promise you best steaks in the whole Europe as well as the best night of your lives, if that’s not enough add to that a fact that you already have your money for the concert and enjoy your stay.” – Giving them all a warm smile while she continued – “I have to hurry now to the council and agree final details for tonight.”  

Mendoza looked at Tio, the main seducer in the band who can attract women with astonishing ease, and laughed – “Tio, I dare you to have the best night of your life!” – Tio replied to that with taking a huge sip out of the whisky bottle and winked to Mendoza.
Only one hour left before their concert so they went closer to the stage, parked near forest and listened to the political speeches about history of the St. Judas village and how they honor their ancestors with this festival, who came here 2000 years ago running from the problems in the south-east. They all ate double burgers which were so soft and fresh, meat filled with chilly and cheese that were dripping after each bite. They could describe it only with – “The best meat they ever tasted!” Surprisingly, the village was full of tourists which Tortillas de Pelo hadn’t expected, since none of the band members ever heard of this place. Soon they went on a stage and started with their new song which crowd didn’t like very much. Despite that, one of the girls in the first row was on fire, she was screaming and calling Tio’s name, after exchanging few smiles she flashed him, showing him she had no braw nor shame. Next song was started by Tio to impress her and to give Mendoza additional confirmation that he’s planning to have the best night of his life and probably involve himself in something forbidden which was his plan all along. As soon as the first set of songs finished Tio ran to the girl taking her to the near forest, where they started to suck each other faces, literally. Rest of the band mingled with the tourists and receiving orders what they should and shouldn’t play on stage, and how to improve their public appearance because they really sucked. Horny girl and Tio went deeper into the forest, at her request, not to be seen by her parents that are in the crowd which was a little odd after she showed no shame while flashing the whole band earlier. But Tio didn’t think with the smarter head at the time, probably no one would in that kind of situation.
Their lust was interrupted by screams from a valley at the other end of the forest, closer to the Butcher’s hook. Tio stopped undressing – “What on earth is that sounds like some being tortured!” – looking at the girl confused.  
She said – “It’s just our old ritual held every day for 2 weeks and the culmination is on Meat festival, don’t worry we’ll go there soon. You’ll be a part of it as well!” – giving him innocent smile and starts humming one of the songs Tortillas de Pelo performed earlier.  
“I’m up for all kind of kinky and weird stuff, but that screams … They scared me, there’s no way in hell I’ll participate in that.” – girl didn’t say anything to Tio after he said that. She just stared at him like he disappointed her so he felt he must say something more – “Can you tell me what the ritual is about, maybe I’ll change my mind.”
That question cheered her up – “The ritual is that priests offer the skin of people to our ancestors and those who don’t survive… Butchers make best burgers out of them. Have you tried them, they are so soft and delicious especially those with cheese and chilly.”
Hearing those words, drops of sweat started to fall down Tio’s forehead. He was sick to his stomach, reviewing the scene of eating that what used to be a delicious burger, and connecting that experience with these words he puked all over the girl. He just couldn’t hold it in. He ran without even looking at the girl, returning to the stage and sharing new found information with the whole crowd. Tio caused a human stampede with his words, there were screams everywhere, people running not even knowing where they want to go at the moment. Thinking where they will be safe? Maybe in the hotel room, public place or the best thing would be to start the car and get as far as possible from this sick cannibalistic village. Huge part of the crowd react the same way Tio did, puked all over the village. Machete had the clearest head and started the Chevy picking the rest of the band members, driving like Formula 1 driver through an anaconda of endless hairpin turns leaving the St. Juda village and that scary shrine behind them. TC said to Mendoza “Mendo, I'll tell you again, d’you know where you can stick your fucking sense of adventure next time?"  

This is my entry to "Finish the Fiction Story Contest" hosted by @f3nix.
Script, that is guideline for this story, can be found: https://steemit.com/contest/@f3nix/finish-the-fiction-story-contest-week-12

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