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Re: Fill: 3c/? Beckoning
anonymous
January 1 2012, 04:05:56 UTC
You let that one run?
“My darlings went ahead of him.” Kurt responded, turning onto a trail seemingly at random. This lake was were most, if not all, of the jocks and Cheerios used to hang out - it was the make-out spot, the summer hang out spot, the party spot. Kurt had never really understood what made this lake special, the one he and his old friends used to hang out at was much prettier and more secluded, but he didn’t make the rules of social spots.
Jamie was running in place up ahead, not even realizing that he wasn’t getting any closer to his destination.
“Jamie, what’s the rush?” Kurt called out; mocking him and laughing when he saw Jamie seemingly pick up the pace. Of course, he didn’t move, but it was so adorable to watch him tire himself out like that. A few steps later brought Kurt close enough to grab the back of the boy’s neck and yank him backwards.
Jamie’s back hit the ground with a thump and Kurt’s shadows swarmed the boy, holding him down. Kurt smiled down at him and his companion laughed wildly from next to him. Jamie screamed and cried and tried to wiggle away.
“Shhhh, Jamie, shush. No one can hear you, honey.” Kurt cooed. He plopped himself down onto Jamie’s stomach, smiling down at the boy.
“Get off of me, you dead fag!” Jamie shouted, trying to roll Kurt off. Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Honey, honey, please, don’t be ridiculous. I’m only on top of you so I can do some carving, not because I find you in any way attractive. Because, darling, you really aren’t. You’re worse than ugly, Jamie, you’re forgettable. Plain. So, get those ideas out of your head and shush so I can work.” Kurt said. His shadows coiled and pressed a wicked switchblade into Kurt’s hand and Jamie eyed it wearily.
It was a beautiful blade, really; green and black handle, pretty weaving designs on the blade itself. Much prettier than the steak knife Jamie had used to carve the words fag and worthless into Kurt’s once pristine skin.
“Please, please, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t kill me. Please. I didn’t mean to. I have a family!” Jamie begged. Kurt leaned down, pressing the blade against Jamie’s chest.
“Sweetie, so did I.” Kurt said sweetly and then pressed the blade down into Jamie’s chest. Jamie howled and cried and begged and Kurt ignored him. He sliced down Jamie’s chest, the blade going deep enough to hurt and made Jamie scream, but not deep enough to make him bleed out. The blade came up and out and it did look gorgeous, dipped in red.
Mine, look at his eyes. I bet they’d look good in a doll’s head. His companion’s voice made him look up to find that his companion was hunched over, looking down into Jamie’s face.
“Go ahead.” Kurt said and handed his companion the switchblade. While his companion was working on getting Jamie’s eyes out of their sockets in tact, Kurt swirled a few of his shadows together over his right hand, letting them pull and harden his fingers into blades. He clicked his new fingers together, before plunging them into the flesh right above where the boy’s heart was rapidly beating.
Jamie jerked and somehow found the strength to scream louder, which was rather impressive really, before Kurt felt his fingers pierce the boy’s heart in several places. Kurt pressed his fingers together and yanked upwards, bringing blood and pieces of gunk, and flesh in a handful out of Jamie’s body.
His companion was just pulling the last eye out of Jamie’s head when Kurt stood up and shook his hand a few times to both get the assorted mess off of it and to turn his fingers back into flesh and bone.
“Do you have a doll in mind for those?” Kurt asked.
Not particularly. I’m sure we’ll find one though.
Kurt is still laughing as the shadows come together to whisk them away.
“My darlings went ahead of him.” Kurt responded, turning onto a trail seemingly at random. This lake was were most, if not all, of the jocks and Cheerios used to hang out - it was the make-out spot, the summer hang out spot, the party spot. Kurt had never really understood what made this lake special, the one he and his old friends used to hang out at was much prettier and more secluded, but he didn’t make the rules of social spots.
Jamie was running in place up ahead, not even realizing that he wasn’t getting any closer to his destination.
“Jamie, what’s the rush?” Kurt called out; mocking him and laughing when he saw Jamie seemingly pick up the pace. Of course, he didn’t move, but it was so adorable to watch him tire himself out like that. A few steps later brought Kurt close enough to grab the back of the boy’s neck and yank him backwards.
Jamie’s back hit the ground with a thump and Kurt’s shadows swarmed the boy, holding him down. Kurt smiled down at him and his companion laughed wildly from next to him. Jamie screamed and cried and tried to wiggle away.
“Shhhh, Jamie, shush. No one can hear you, honey.” Kurt cooed. He plopped himself down onto Jamie’s stomach, smiling down at the boy.
“Get off of me, you dead fag!” Jamie shouted, trying to roll Kurt off. Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Honey, honey, please, don’t be ridiculous. I’m only on top of you so I can do some carving, not because I find you in any way attractive. Because, darling, you really aren’t. You’re worse than ugly, Jamie, you’re forgettable. Plain. So, get those ideas out of your head and shush so I can work.” Kurt said. His shadows coiled and pressed a wicked switchblade into Kurt’s hand and Jamie eyed it wearily.
It was a beautiful blade, really; green and black handle, pretty weaving designs on the blade itself. Much prettier than the steak knife Jamie had used to carve the words fag and worthless into Kurt’s once pristine skin.
“Please, please, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t kill me. Please. I didn’t mean to. I have a family!” Jamie begged. Kurt leaned down, pressing the blade against Jamie’s chest.
“Sweetie, so did I.” Kurt said sweetly and then pressed the blade down into Jamie’s chest. Jamie howled and cried and begged and Kurt ignored him. He sliced down Jamie’s chest, the blade going deep enough to hurt and made Jamie scream, but not deep enough to make him bleed out. The blade came up and out and it did look gorgeous, dipped in red.
Mine, look at his eyes. I bet they’d look good in a doll’s head. His companion’s voice made him look up to find that his companion was hunched over, looking down into Jamie’s face.
“Go ahead.” Kurt said and handed his companion the switchblade. While his companion was working on getting Jamie’s eyes out of their sockets in tact, Kurt swirled a few of his shadows together over his right hand, letting them pull and harden his fingers into blades. He clicked his new fingers together, before plunging them into the flesh right above where the boy’s heart was rapidly beating.
Jamie jerked and somehow found the strength to scream louder, which was rather impressive really, before Kurt felt his fingers pierce the boy’s heart in several places. Kurt pressed his fingers together and yanked upwards, bringing blood and pieces of gunk, and flesh in a handful out of Jamie’s body.
His companion was just pulling the last eye out of Jamie’s head when Kurt stood up and shook his hand a few times to both get the assorted mess off of it and to turn his fingers back into flesh and bone.
“Do you have a doll in mind for those?” Kurt asked.
Not particularly. I’m sure we’ll find one though.
Kurt is still laughing as the shadows come together to whisk them away.
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It's kind of awesome. I thought you should know :D
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