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V could hear the man laugh as he cut out his tongue, choking, sputtering, and gurgling on the blood that gushed from the severed muscle. "Silence." V said quietly, disturbingly calm and calculated. No longer was he the Vincent driven by madness to murder and slaughter. Now, he was just V. V, who was driven by simple desire to 'remove', 'exterminate', and 'fix'. Yes, he would fix this pesky problem - This cocky, blind boy with a tongue sharper than his mind. V's muscles felt a strength that they hadn't felt before, finding the mere will to be like some kind of steroid like drug. It wasn't adrenaline, no, it was different. Right now, V didn't even care. He just wanted to hear that song like music to his ears, the sounds of struggle. V's eyes closed for a moment, a small smile gracing his face as he finished the deed, stabbing through James' tongue and pulling it out, using a series of light tugs of pulling to completely sever the muscle. He opened his eyes and looked at it, admiring how it was so different in appearance when torn out of the mouth. "Silence," His silverblue gaze softened as he watched the gore drip down the knife. "Severing, Silencing, Sobering Sweetness." The clearly sociopathical man let out a blissful sigh at the lack of words coming from the man, not even minding the laughter.

The albino looked down and regained his unamused expression. "Happy?" he inquired, lowering the knife and using it to cut the sides of his mouth just slightly - enough to make them easier to rip, but not enough to do much damage on their own. He kept his fist in for a moment before retracting it from the man's mouth. "If you truly are happy with the pain, make yourself as 'happy' as possible." he said, turning and moving away from James. He would leave it up to the boy if he loved the pain so much that he wanted to rip that smile into his face for good and then die of blood loss or just just lie there and slowly waste away, too caught up in his laughter to realized the gift the albino had just bestowed upon him. V moved over to the grate, admiring the tongue that was still impaled upon the knife the whole way. His eye continued to bleed down his face, but he ignored it for now. V couldn't hear that fearful inner Vincent anymore, or was just ignoring it entirely, his senses completely devoured by an all-engulfing sense of satisfaction. He tilted the knife, letting the tongue slip towards the grate, smiling as it slowly revealed the ruby red sheen on the blade. "Beautiful,"

Vincent was a man no more, he had found V - And V was his monster.