Tim drops the wrench, and it clatters away, away from Jay, away from the door. The splicer can only focus on one of them at a time apparently and that's fine with him. If only he knew what to do.
He's not as strong as Tim. He doubts he could take anyone out with a wrench.
A knife, on the other hand.
The splicer dropped his, and is working on subduing Tim now with his bare hands.
He dives forward, picks it up off the floor with sweaty, trembling, uncoordinated hands, whips around and buries it into the splicer's back.
He rears up like a startled horse, howling and howling, though Jay's blood is pounding so loud in his ears he can barely hear anything else. He wrenches the knife out and stabs him again, and again.
Splicer goes down. But he's gone down before and he gets back up. Sometimes they like to play dead. Grab at your ankles.
Jay keeps stabbing. He might have screamed. He might still be screaming. He doesn't know.
we interrupt this pun game for a tw: graphic stabbing and a little dissociation
Tim drops the wrench, and it clatters away, away from Jay, away from the door. The splicer can only focus on one of them at a time apparently and that's fine with him. If only he knew what to do.
He's not as strong as Tim. He doubts he could take anyone out with a wrench.
A knife, on the other hand.
The splicer dropped his, and is working on subduing Tim now with his bare hands.
He dives forward, picks it up off the floor with sweaty, trembling, uncoordinated hands, whips around and buries it into the splicer's back.
He rears up like a startled horse, howling and howling, though Jay's blood is pounding so loud in his ears he can barely hear anything else. He wrenches the knife out and stabs him again, and again.
Splicer goes down. But he's gone down before and he gets back up. Sometimes they like to play dead. Grab at your ankles.
Jay keeps stabbing. He might have screamed. He might still be screaming. He doesn't know.