Snippet #1731519

Deget looked so scared. Like she was trapped in a cage with a hungry lion. And she smelled like fish. Everyone was screaming, there were sounds everywhere, everything was chaos! Tom stumbled back a step, adding in his own wails to the chaos. Why couldn't they shut up? What did it take to get some silence?!

Oh.

There.

That was better.

Like a radio being switched off, all the noise just... stopped. That's right, stopped. Is that better? "Yes... Much." So the voice was helping him again? Finally. He took a shaky breath and surveyed the new situation. Not much had changed other than the new screams - which he was currently ignoring - and the blood everywhere. Tightening his grip on the knife, he took a step forward. Deget first, then James.

Wait. Tom's eyes flicked to the side. "Why?" I thought you wanted to save her? He shook his head. "Too late for her." Another step. "Now stop bothering me." The voice must have been worried. The sudden fear and worry echoed in his head as it spoke, Whatever you say. Just don't come crying to me for comfort when she's gone.

It was funny how Tom could see Deget's mouth moving but there was no sound. It seemed so comical. Unreal. Maybe none of this was real. Maybe it was all a hallucination. Yes. That explained everything. That meant... That meant... Was it okay to kill everyone? Maybe that was how he would escape the nightmare. No one was real, right? Right. None f it was real. It was the only explanation. The only-

Deget looked away, just for a moment, but it was enough. Tom threw himself forward, lashing out with his knife. Perfect aim, would have struck her heart. Except James got in the way. The knife buried itself in flesh and was quickly ripped downward to cause as much damage as possible. Maybe this time James would stay down or finally die. Tom side-stepped the body and snarled, "Why won't you just stay dead?!"

Now. Now there was no one. Just him and Deget. He hadn't heard Esther and Drake appear, nor did he see them. His attention was focused too hard on Deget. The knife in his hand was almost useless now, though. The sheer amount of blood made the handle slick and he found himself having to hold it tighter than normal to keep it from slipping out. He had one shot. Two if he got lucky. Fine. Two running steps forward, stop, twist, and kick hard. His aim was to stun her, slow her down enough to have a clear shot at her throat or chest.