Snippet #1650629

James was relieved, if only for a fleeting second. Z had saved him. Z was truly God. Z pulled the crazed man off James, he said something, but James couldn't hear it over his own raw, frantic sobs. There was blood on his hand, on his finger where he'd destroyed Vincent's and his throat hurt so bad. His body lay limp, slumped against the ground. He could barely move, even if he wanted to.

Then Vincent was back. He had James by the face. Oh no, no, no. Had he done something wrong? Was Z punishing him for being weak? James tried to move away, but Vincent was on him, prying his jaw open. It hurt. So bad. Was this crazy man going to pull his jaw off? His mouth could not open as wide as it was being forced. It felt as if the corners of his mouth were going to rip at any second, give him a permanent smile. He could feel his teeth coming loose, shifting in his gums with the force Vincent was pushing on them. The man was so strong. How was he so strong? Or was James just weak? So weak. Merely a child, a useless blind weakling. Somehow, James's blind eyes managed to meet Vincent's one still whole eye. Was it better that he couldn't see the ghastly sight before him?

He could feel blood spattering from Vincent's ruined eye onto his face. How ironic. Almost...funny. Too bad he wouldn't be able to reach the other eye. If he was going to be jaw-less, then why shouldn't he take this opportunity to plunge his finger in to the other eye. On purpose. And make it hurt. Maybe keep a bit, just for the sake of it. But James knew he couldn't, and he lay, squirming feebly and making soft sounds of discomfort, tears streaming down his bloody face, defeat welling in his belly. And then he felt a new presence in his mouth. Something cool and sharp. Something that did not bode well for James.

A knife.

And It was caressing his tongue in a away that was almost gentle. Like a snake, weaving back and forth enticingly before sinking poison tipped teeth into flesh. And then it bit. It started to slice the muscle James loved so dearly, intent on separating it from his body. Blood welled in James's mouth, the metallic bitter taste making James's hear race with fear. His reaction was immediate. He struggled, a moaning wail gurgling his his throat, muffled by the hand keeping his jaw open. His body bucked, but to no avail. The man on him was more superior, stronger, and he had a knife. And all James had was his voice. But not for much longer. And then it came to him. A way to make the pain not hurt. He relaxed, the wail dying. There was no point in struggle, so why not just give him permission? Then it would be James's pain. Under James's control.

Perfection.

And then a laugh bubbled in James's throat. He couldn't help it. He laughed as the knife separated his tongue from the rest of his body. Perfect! Everything was in James's control, if only he'd give things permission to happen! His body shook with the force of the laughter pouring from his throat and suddenly he was five again, just after taking a tumble from the third story apartment where he and the rest of his family lived. He'd merely broken a leg, and cut himself up something awful, but he hadn't cried. He'd just lay there, laughing his brains out, because falling was so much fun, even when the impact had near killed him, and it hurt less to laugh than to cry.

Lying there, an angry albino cutting his tongue out, salty tear residue and blood coating the boy's face, all James could do was laugh. That is how he wanted to go. he wanted to die laughing. Then he started to choke on the blood running down his throat, alternating from laughing, loud gurgling laughs that made blood run from the corners of his mouth like it was trying to escape the madness, and coughing, trying to rid himself from the blood. He managed to get it all over Vincent's face, both V's hands, and all down his own front. So much blood. And he made no effort to escape, merely lay there giggling and coughing, hiccuping occasionally. Such delicious pain. Pain he would never taste again, so he must savor it while he could.