11-14-2008, 02:27 AM
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He felt the heat reaching his fingers and finished off the cigarette in one final drag, exhaling through his nose and stamping out the still-smoking device in the damn earth. When he looked up again, he was smiling—he seemed as though he couldn’t keep his faces straight. Someone stupider might have thought he was joking, and perhaps he was. Maybe he had never really wanted to kill anyone. Maybe, a long time ago, he never would have taken that knife and used it to rip out the jaw of a man who deserved nothing more.
“Right,” he said.
“I’d rather you give your mother some hell. Though if you are fixing to die,” he continued, lazily drawing the knife and pointing at her again with the flick of his wrist.
“I won’t object to helping a damsel in distress.” Another half-mad grin, and that second-darkness burned darkly in his eyes.
He felt the heat reaching his fingers and finished off the cigarette in one final drag, exhaling through his nose and stamping out the still-smoking device in the damn earth. When he looked up again, he was smiling—he seemed as though he couldn’t keep his faces straight. Someone stupider might have thought he was joking, and perhaps he was. Maybe he had never really wanted to kill anyone. Maybe, a long time ago, he never would have taken that knife and used it to rip out the jaw of a man who deserved nothing more.
“Right,” he said.
“I’d rather you give your mother some hell. Though if you are fixing to die,” he continued, lazily drawing the knife and pointing at her again with the flick of his wrist.
“I won’t object to helping a damsel in distress.” Another half-mad grin, and that second-darkness burned darkly in his eyes.