RIP JJ
The advantage of attacking the mute was that he couldn’t scream for help. Sure, Smiley would love to attack Henrik, make him scream for even Anti to save him. Or to have the magician sobbing for help. But with the others around it wouldn’t be safe. But JJ…oh, sweet, perfect JJ. They normally loved hearing their victims scream, but sometime one must make one sacrifice for a wonderful gain.
He had been reading. So absorbed in his book he didn’t hear the door quietly open. Upon peering at his book afterwards they wondered if he even thought he would be apart of a mystery novel.
It was quick. Efficient. They didn’t spend time playing with their food. Well…that wasn’t entirely true.
They had pinned him down at first, a gun pressed against his head as they giggled at the terror in his eyes. He looked so adorable like this. Their free hand came up, pulling off their mask and tossing it onto the bed. They cupped his jaw, running their hand down his chest like a lover would do to their partner.
They leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck, feeling him flinch against them. Another kiss. Another. They worked their way down his jaw before pausing at his neck. Their tongue flicked out, smirking at the sob that surely would have been heard if the other could speak. So cute. So vulnerable.
It happened in a flash.
Their teeth clamped down, biting through flesh, and muscle, and arteries as they felt him writhe against them. They couldn’t help but take a deep drink, shuddering at the sweet taste. They would love to devour him, watch the light leave his eyes like the hope will leave Chase’s. But they had to wait. They could kill him soon, but not now.
They pulled away regretfully, the gun shifting into a sleek metal blade. With a quick slash they cut through his shirt, and with the precision of an artist they carved a single smiley face over his heart.
They stood, pressing a bloody kiss against his cheek as they started towards the door after grabbing their mask. They risked a glance back and were so glad they did.
He looked so pretty, blood trickling down his neck and splattering against the white sheets. His pale skin made the red vibrant and pop, and the way he twisted and screamed in pain was almost erotic. If only his screams could complete the picture and create a symphony. Oh well.
Absentmindedly they sucked on the blade, tongue absorbing every drop of blood they could get as they opened the window and sent the message. Before they left though they made sure to place a camera where they could see Chase’s reaction.
After all, it’s not every day they would get to watch Chase’s world shatter as his Jem cracks and crumbles into pieces.
He could only look on in horror at the blood trailing in long rivulets down Jameson’s neck and chest. His own chest seized, his heart stopping for what felt like an eternity before he bolted, scrambling to his side and jamming a hand against the wounds in his son’s neck. Jameson’s skin was so white and cold under his, his eyes closed, head listing.
“NO! No, no, no, no, no – Jameson! Jem, can you hear me?! It’s Chase, it’s Da, I’m here! Wake up! Please wake up…” Tears blurred his vision as he shook him, trying to bring him around to no avail. “Jameson!”
