7: stab my muse / sable @ joey
He's not even sure where she could have gotten the knife. Perhaps the Entity had a part in her revenge, for how many times she had been cut down let her have a moment of fun. Or, the monster wants just wants to see him suffer further. The turmoil of him time and time again not satisfying the Legion's demands for sacrifice bred raw emotion and that is all she ever wanted out of them. Every evil, disgusting, rotten feeling that become of the human condition.
Joey has plenty to go around.
And to make matters worse he cannot even call for help from the other Legion that run about, Sable's blade stuck clean into one of his lungs and the blood making it impossible to breath much less speak. He sputters something incoherent and tries to swing his own weapon at her, hoping for something, anything to happen.
She is faster and pushes him over as his feet falter, the killer tripping and sending himself onto the ground. There's not enough time for him to turn over before he can feel her weight pin him down and while their's was a strength inhuman, the knife has again found its home in his back.
Right into the other lung.
He's going to drown in his own blood, a thought that both terrifies and enrages him.
