( junior hates seeing it, jason hates living it. he hears it, doesn't need to ask who because he can see the stupid scowl, he can hear the growl, he knows exactly what he's doing and he hates it. junior moves back, jason shoves forward. reaches for a second knife, slashes straight for his sternum.
he's not playing anymore. there's blood dripping down his face, over his mouth, and he's--not quite as steady on his feet as he'd like to be. it's fine.
they don't need to come out of this in one piece anyway. )
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he's not playing anymore. there's blood dripping down his face, over his mouth, and he's--not quite as steady on his feet as he'd like to be. it's fine.
they don't need to come out of this in one piece anyway. )
You look in a mirror lately?