"You won't-," the strong words of defiance cut off into a strangled gurgle, the tanned skin of the captive was torn and bleeding profusely, the black blood pumping out from his side with every heartbeat and splashed upon the metal floor like buckets of water. With one arm wrapped around his ribs, the other folded under his body to lift himself up, the brunette glared at the man. A boot swung, impacting him hard in the jaw as a weak groan escaped his throat.
"You really are a pathetic bastard," the man cackled, dressed in a spotless uniform, the pants tucked securely into his tall boots and the dark blue of the fabric melding into the disorienting glow cast by the dim ultramarine lights in the utter darkness. A leather-clad hand gripped lazily at the wooden handle, examining the device as he turned it this way and that, the stained metal of the nails dripping to the ground and flecks falling on his hand, "Interesting weapon you have here. To think you held out this long with something so disgustingly primitive. I don't know whether to admire you or take it as an insult."
He rolled onto his back, coughing and hissing between clenched teeth as onyx spittle drooled down his lips and tarnished the broken teeth. A leg bent in the middle of the shin, a minced hand that bled as much as the wound in it tried to cover, he felt the dread fill him with adrenaline and a will to survive, but with no means to fight back. His good hand slipped into the tattered jacket's pocket, fingers grazing over the cool device within.
"Do you wish for me to dispose of him?" the deep voice of the blonde echoed in the grand room, standing by the lit stairs that led to the throne of the mad ruler.
The demented laughter sounded again, uncontrollable just like the owner who was forced to step back out of the force of the commotion. "No need to think about that," he waved the bat to the other silhouette in the shadows, "He won't be alive long as it is."
'Shit . . . Where the fuck are you?'
A painful grip at his neck elicited an anguished cry, his torso forced to follow as his head was wrenched up by the fist around his throat. His entire body protested the action as his spine was made to bend. Red-violet eyes met glowing crimson and a fear jolted through his heart in a way he had never felt before, leaving him cold. "Look at me maggot; the face of a god. Feel honoured I even gave you the chance before you die."
'I trusted . . . you.'
The face before him, cast in heavy shadows, and the dark room beyond all began melding together, blurring as blood left his body to gather in the onyx pool below. The grip on his neck vanished, leaving his skull to collide with the ground, the world suddenly a silent blackness.
"How uncouth," a voice behind him spoke. The man wheeled around to face the intruder who regarded him with wide beryl eyes and a broad smile, floating midair with his legs crossed pleasantly and a teacup in hand.
He grinned, teeth clenched in pent-up excitement. To the side, the other male held a gun at ready, but with a wave of his hand it lowered with great hesitance. The man waltzed forward, arms outstretched to the side as he held an expression of unadulterated glee, "Game over, looks like I win."
"Seeing you still standing here proves quite the contrary," the blonde smiled back, taking a sip of his fragrant drink, the colour of acid, "I'll be taking the lad home now, but don't think I'm done with you." He giggled, pouring the liquid to the floor; it ignited in a bright spark, the intruder disappearing in the momentary flash. The man turned to find the prisoner equally missing.
The smile widened beyond its limits, a black fluid trickled from where the soft flesh ripped apart. His tongue flicked out, sensually lapping the blood."Then I'll be waiting."