The Apartment Building

Justin looked up from the ground, and managed a crooked smile at the girl despite his now-bloody mouth. Overconfident creeper was still overconfident.

I heard Lee being very loud, and looked back at the apartment in alarm. I'd never seen him this angry before, and was concerned over whether or not he'd be alright after all of this was over. It was like he'd completely exploded.

Justin saw that the girl seemed to be distracted, so he grabbed her around the ankle. Why? He wasn't really sure, actually. Just because.

I looked back at the creep in irritation and shook off his hand, then reached down and grabbed him by the elbow. I dragged him back into the apartment, and dropped him on the floor next to the sofa before rushing back over to the kitchen area.

Ariana's screams were so loud, her voice box really should have broken or something. The pain was so great, she should have just died from a heart attack. But despite all this, she still didn't do what Lee wanted. Hell, she probably couldn't form any understandable words at this point.

The force of one of the kicks pushed Ariana onto her side, and she curled up armadillo style - which was really weird with her limblessness - and whimpered. She wasn't just whimpering nonsense, though - she repeatedly mentioned the words help and please, among others.

I noticed the creeper trying to escape out of the corner of my eye, so I had to go back over and kick him into the apartment again. Gods. After I'd done that, I went over to the counter and snatched two regular knives, walked back, and knelt down and grabbed his wrist. I stabbed one through his palm, between the thin bones in his hand, and then tacked him to the floor. I did the same with his other hand, on the other side, though it was difficult with all his screaming and flailing and crying. Gods, the real pain hadn't even started yet. Now that the creep was stuck, I went back to the kitchen. I didn't want to miss anything important, after all.

I raised an eyebrow. That was very... odd. Lee was probably extremely tired, since I believed he'd used his powers an awful lot, and his rage wouldn't be helping with matters whatsoever. But still, I was ever so slightly uncomfortable about this trickery.

"Not you," Ariana snarled at Lee, and moved her leg as though she were trying to kick him. It didn't work, though, obviously. She coughed up more blood, and cringed again.

The first plunge of the knife into Ariana's chest killed her. In the fraction of the second just before she died, her eyes widened slightly, and filled with tears again. She may have been hallucinating, but in that moment, she thought she saw a tall, dark man with golden eyes standing next to her.

... well, that was sufficiently disgusting, but somehow satisfying to watch. My lovely new blanket was on the kitchen floor, so I picked it up and put it on the counter before blood got all over it. I then walked over to Lee and put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with a concerned expression.

Justin just sort of kicked around pathetically, crying and pleading for his life.

I managed to catch Lee before he fell into the mess he'd made, although I supposed that it wouldn't make that much of a difference if he'd fallen into it. He was covered in blood and gore. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him over to the couch, where I set him down very carefully, and put his head to rest on a pillow. It was still a bit chilly in here, so I grabbed my blanket and laid it over him. He should be able to rest, now. Well, there was still that miserable wretch on the floor making noise. What was I going to do with him? I felt very inclined to cut him into pieces, but he'd probably make a rather lot of noise. Besides, I felt like saving the killing blow for Lee.

Justin resumed his whining and pleading, going on about how he'd do anything and how a lovely person like Cynder wouldn't do anything to a poor man like him and how sorry he was he'd ever done anything to wrong her. It was all complete bullsh#t, of course.

... yeah, I was going to rip this guy to shreds. I took a step over to him and planted my foot in the center of his chest, knocking the wind out of him. That should shut him up for a minute or so. The creep was laying at a perpendicular angle to the sofa, with his feet facing the wall and the television. I sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch a bit, and picked up my steel knife. This would be a nice angle to work from, as he wouldn't be able to kick me or anything.

Justin flailed some more, which was quite weird now, because it looked like he had four forearms [tee hee pun] flapping around. Add in the fact he was screaming in a rather garbled manner, and one could imagine him as some sort of grotesque human-bird.

"If you want anything specific done, do it soon," I remarked as I observed the amount of blood staining the carpet, and stuck my knife in the guy's mouth. I pulled it towards me an to the side, then, tearing a wide, lopsided grin into what was left of his face.

Justin, needless to say, did not react positively to that.

I turned away and covered my eyes with the blanket when Lee motioned for me to look elsewhere. I was pretty sure what was going on, though, as the creep was yelling something along the lines of 'NO NOT MY D#CK OH GOD WHY PLEASE NO'. When I looked back, and Lee mentioned a simultaneous kill, I nodded and got off to couch, so that I could reach over to hold my knife over the man's heart.