That Jacket

My eyes laid upon my victim, his body had crashed through several chairs and desks scattering and parting them like that sea in the Bible. Don't judge me, I never read a lot of it.

Even if I didn't know a lot of Bible verses, there was one thing I knew, and it was that I hated him. I hated Toucan from the bottom of my heart and I was going to enjoy this. I clenched my fist hard, and felt a surprising warmth trickle out, I glanced down and noticed a cut on the palm of my hand. Another thing I would have to punish him for.

I stalked closer to him, pushing away the furniture in the room to make space. As I did this, I could feel the strength radiating from my body. A warm heat that permeated my muscle and coldness that spread from my neck, chilling my heart and bones, preparing me for battle.

The chairs screeched and complained but they moved away from my path nonetheless, until finally I stood before him.

His head was slumped to the side, a steady trickle of blood gushed from his head wound and his mouth would occasionally move while his eyes slowly scanned the room not really seeing anything, I'm also not sure what he was whispering. It didn't matter though he looked quite nice like this and I got even more proud of my woman. The heat spread from my muscles to my loins and I wasn't sure if it was thoughts of her or seeing him in a position like this.

That also didn't matter, My leg flew out and I kicked him hard on his torso. There was a meaty sound and a thud as I felt something snap and give way under my foot. Toucan started gasping and wildly thrashing his limbs, I think his body was instinctually trying to fend off his attacker.

“Haha, no way you're getting off that easy,” I leaned down and grasped his arms pulling them behind his back, I then pressed my knee into his back and pushed him down onto the floor. I was pleasantly surprised by the ease in which I did this. Where was his strength now?!

I chuckled to myself and using one hand to hold both his arms behind his back I began to pummel his body. A punch to his soft belly that made him make a retching sound. A slap to his stupid face that made his already red eyes tear up, funnily enough it was blood red tears that flowed down his cheeks, how hilarious.

And so my fun time continued, just me and my buddy Toucan as we had our lesson together. I had never felt this powerful in my whole life, It felt like I was getting high. I even had to slow myself down, I couldn't allow my fun time to finish this quickly. I watched his every reaction too, I shouldn't be able to see in this low light vision but whatever strength flowed through me also helped a bit with that too.

It was great but ultimately a little boring, he was far too injured to make any genuine reactions. I sighed and just turned him over, let me try this. Making him lay on his back I straddled him and wrapped my fingers around his throat and started squeezing, his eyes immediately bulged out like a fish.

“Hahaha, that's the stuff. This is so much of a better view,” Now how else should I top this off?

Oh I know!, he really liked his master, maybe I should torment him like that. While still strangling him I leaned down and put my lips to his ear, just like Ortho liked doing and whispered.

“You having fun?”

“I just imagine your master coming here to find your filthy corpse”

“Ohhh how sad th-”

Before I could finish he suddenly started twitching much harder underneath me, his movements becoming even more erratic. Oh shit? Was he already running out of air?

Oh well, I increased the amount of pressure I was applying to his neck, enjoying his final kicks of life.

When I suddenly felt pain and a heavy impact on my side, my world turned upside down as I saw myself slam into a wall. I felt great pain yes but more than that I felt shock. What had happened?

I didn't have the leisure to think about it though as I saw something speed towards me. I raised my arms to block hoping that would reduce the impact.

It hit me like a truck, even my body lifted a little from the impact that moved through my arms, shaking my brain a bit. I grit my teeth feeling the pain bloom through my arms but just as quickly I felt the phantom fingers at my neck throb and a coldness immediately burst out numbing the pain.

I took the chance to glance at my attacker, It was still Toucan. That same head was still grievously wounded, some blood now leaked from his nose and lips but his eyes showed a madness and rage. I even think I saw them have a vertical slit pupil, like those of a snake.

He raised his foot, the bottom of his shoe blocking my vision. I knew if he landed that, my head would get crushed. I twisted my neck to the side, any side and hoped that I was fast enough. It was. I heard a boom at the other side of my head as the kick landed on the wall and I knew this was my chance.

With his leg raised up like that and myself in a crouched position. I poured as much of the energy I had in my body into my legs. This felt much more natural like I was meant to explode forward with my legs.

I lunged forward, grabbing that leg that had almost decapitated me. Holding it tight against me, I pushed the both of us up, exploding with power.

We flew into the air, I felt a little bit of my breath leave my body as we floated for that fraction of a second. Then gravity pulled us down, and I made sure he cushioned the fall.

He landed with a thud, and I felt the sickening crack of more bones. I had to wince in pain this time, I was right next to him hearing it and I was still horrified to see him alive. He was flopping his arms and legs around up in the air, and I was just so done with this weird shit.

I started backing up. Keeping my eyes on him, I would get the girl and we would get out of here as fast as we could.

Until I felt it again, the icy cold hands on my neck. They urged me to finish the job, they told me that he couldn't be left alive and worst of all they told me that he would harm my woman again. I felt a cold fury explode inside me again.

I moved forward once more, how foolish I almost was, leaving such scum alive. He saw me stalk forward and a horrified look came upon his face. Good, let him feel a little bit of what she felt.

He tried to peel himself off the floor and run but even budging an inch seemed to be impossible for him. He looked funny like a cockroach that had flipped on its back and couldn't fix itself. I was going to squash this bug's life.

He screamed as I finally reached him and raised my foot. Once again I felt myself lose balance, I almost screamed in frustration. How did he get up again?

But I realised he hadn't gotten up. Something had filled my senses. Suffocating my vision, hearing, sight, taste and smell was the sensations of a snake. Its scales slid across my tongue, I could hear its slithering, smell the acrid scent of its venom and every single one of my senses was overwhelmed by the presence of a snake.

It felt like hours were passing, and all I could do was just accept it. I wasn't in the darkness but I wish I could be. Anything was better than this overwhelming feeling of something that had invaded you.

It slithered.

And slid.

and coiled.

Its split tongue would occasionally worm its way into my ear.

Its fangs would pierce my body.

Its serpentine body would coil along my neck, strangling me one second and the other just simply revelling in its power over me.

“Ugh…….”

“Fuck please just make it sto-”

And the illusion shattered, or more completely dissipated.

I was sitting on the floor, curled up. I tasted blood on the inside of my mouth, I think I was chewing on my inner cheek.

I turned towards the direction of Toucan. A tiny girl wearing corduroys and a bomber jacket held a thick wooden stick in her hand, it kinda looked like the shaft of a broom or rake.

It had blood on one end, and underneath her foot was Toucan, his chest rising and falling with difficulty but still alive.

She glanced at him once and immediately ran to me. Reaching me, she crouched down to my level and hesitated. Her hands were hovered right in front of my face, almost as if asking for permission.

I looked at her face puzzled, no one had ever treated me so carefully. It kinda flattered me and pissed me off at the same time.

“You can touch me if you want, you know, I'm not a princess!” That came off way more Tsundere than I would've liked but whatever.

She smiled gently and instead of touching my face she instead opened her arms and enveloped me in a tight hug.

I breathed in her scent, She still smelled like piss. I'm ashamed to admit but maybe it was growing on me.

I was too tired to care anyway and there I passed out in the arms of my hero.

I shifted a bit in my sleep, I was surrounded by a nice warmth and wondering what it was I opened my eyes.

It was the girl’s jacket, nice and cozy.

Still sleepy, I noticed her at the edge of my vision but It was a struggle to just keep my eyes open.

Why wasn't she here with me?

And what was she doing there anyway?

I groaned, using all my willpower to pry open my eye lids.

And there she was, sitting on top of Toucan.

That caused my heart to skip a beat not believing what my eyes were seeing.

She was sitting on top of Toucan.

With a shovel raised above his face like she was about to cave his skull in, again!

“Wait, stop!” I tried to stand up and stop her, but my legs were like jelly, trembling and not quite up to the task of walking.

She had a sneer on her face, not even looking at me. I had never seen such a hateful look on someone's face, not even my father when he spoke about mom looked like this. It terrified me.

I had no choice but to use my arms to crawl, trying to speak to her at the same time.

“Please stop Umm…” What was her name again? Why didn't I ever ask her name?

“Please we are better than this, he's already beaten!” I pleaded with the girl whose name I didn't know.

She shook her head vigorously, “As long as he lives then you will never know peace, master.”

I saw it, I saw the moment when she decided to do it. I can't explain it but it was a coldness around the eyes and I knew he was dead.

The metal shovel crunched into his face, cleaving through his soft face tissues. It didn't quite go as deep as we both thought it would, stopping at the bone. The movies make it seem easy.

It wasn't easy. He started twitching but it was the weakest so far and it was obvious it was his life sputtering out. She had to stand up and pull it out again. Putting her foot on the back of the shovel she leaned her weight on it and stomped again. Blood gushed out like a geyser and you could hear the crunch of metal hitting bone and yet it was still not deep enough.

The person doing the deed had plenty of patience however and I could hear the repeated clangs and crunches of the gruesome deed as she slowly smashed a man's skull. Until they finally stopped.

Where was I?

Back to my safe corner, the jacket that had once kept me warm was discarded, kicked away from me.