It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear

[beastlybeauty]

Who| Eridan, Justine, and Shaggy's corpse
What| Eridan broke into Justine's office, and now Shaggy has been stabbed to death. Troll vs. doctor.
Where| Justine's office.
When| Late in the blackout.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, needles, death, mutilation

She hasn't even been here for two weeks. She expected the threats on her life to happen after she had finished all her check ups.

Shaggy put himself in between her and the troll. Fool. She rushes to her drawer of neatly capped and filled needles, grabbing the nearest paralytic as she listens to the stabbing and gurgling of blood and death of a teenager. She snaps the cap off, trying to get something to fight with as fast as she can while a new corpse exsanguinates on the floor. Her surgical equipment are put away on the other side of the room. She can't reach those in time.

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[unconchonable]

Eridan watches Shaggy's body fall limp as the stab wound in his throat gushes his sickly red blood out onto the floor, some of it hitting Eridan in his descent. There's an obvious look of disgust on his features, but he doesn't let the vile blood, nor the body distract him for long when there's still a threat about: his initial target. He's left wondering why the human male even sacrificed himself in the first place. Perhaps they're a couple, though the female seems far out of the scruffy male's league.

He discards the thoughts as he sees Justine arm herself with what looks to be a needle, and perhaps he'd find it less threatening is the syringe didn't have anything in it, but he's certain there's something in it, why the hell else would she go for it?

"You may as well drop it, you ain't gonna get no bloody chance to stick me with that."

He wastes no time stepping over Shaggy's bloody corpse, brandishing the fruit knife he's pilfered on his chaotic adventure through the Capitol. His eyes locking on the hand that brandishes that needle, and he's swift in his approach, and even swifter in his attempt to bring the knife down on her arm, attempting to disarm her.

[beastlybeauty]

Justine jerks her arm back, but not before he clips her arm. The dress rips, her skin is torn open and immediately drips red, and there's pain.

Her heart pounds in her throat, and she laughs. It's not pretty or screechy or even hysterical--it's low and dark and has teeth. "You have no idea what you're dealing with." Adrenaline is coursing through her veins, but she is not afraid. She's exhilarated.

She switches the needle to her far hand, using the one closer to him to try punching his glasses. Maybe get a little glass in his eyes.

[unconchonable]

The clipping of her arm received an approving sneer as the spill of red blood rewards his effort.

The laugh is startling, if only in the sense he doesn't expect it, but he's left unwavered. When she speaks, he lets out his own amused sort of noise - it's not a laugh, more like a grunt if anything.

"You're a human. There's no trick to--" but his statement is stopped short when that fist goes flying towards his face. He attempts to move, to dodge that hit, but it meets with his glasses anyway. His eyes shut immediately, bracing for the impact, as such no glass goes into his eyes as the lenses shatter. They better serve to stab around his eyes, cutting the grey skin there to allow his kickass royal violet blood to ooze at the lacerations.

"Fuck!" Is all he barks out, before blindly he thrashes the knife in her direction. There's obviously no aim, with his eyes closed, his head swimming with the pain of impact from that fist. He knows, generally, where she is, and she hasn't much room to flee, so even if his mark isn't lethal, so long as he connects, he can do some damage while trying to recover.

[beastlybeauty]

The knife catches her just under the breast, cutting a long gash along her chest. She feels it, but it doesn't make her pull away. It doesn't even make her pause. The pain isn't to be avoided. It is to be savored, because it is feeling, and feeling she's never had beyond what she's done to herself. Blood stains her dress and the knife carves an angry smile, but she keeps laughing. Not in a hysterical way. She's laughing at him. Like he's beneath her, like he's embarrassing himself by existing.

Then she tries to grab his arm, intending to stab it with the syringe, not even slowing to compensate for the wound. Even if she can get him, it would take a minute for it to work. How fun will it be to see if he can kill her first?

Apologies for the wait

[unconchonable]

The connection is good. Very good. It's absolutely satisfying after what she's done, and if the knife had sunken in, got hitched into her, he might have twisted it for good measure. That isn't the case, so for now, he only gets the satisfaction of slicing her.

That laughing, however? That irritates him.

With the threat of the his broken glasses gone, what damage the shattered glass could do done, he opens his eyes in time to see her snatch for his arm. He's not swift enough to pull it out of her reach, and to his horror she jabs the syringe into his arm.

"You--bitch! What the hell--"

He can feel it. Feel the contents slip into his veins, it's absolutely uncomfortable and appalling. Eridan pulls away from her, his free hand ripping the needle out of him, but it's too late. Whatever that was, it's already in him. His eyes flash with anger and outrage, within moments he's upon her again, brandishing that knife at her wildly. Thrashing at any vital point closest to him: throat, chest, face, so on.

He's a troll, so even if the injection would take a few seconds to take effect, it's actually likely it might work at a slower pace on a troll's superior biology. Despite this, he can feel it starting, a strange sensation filling his fingers and toes as he can feel himself losing slight control. Not wholly, but he can feel the edges of it seeping in, which only inspires more panic in him, more anger, and stronger need to kill her.

Equal apologies for the wait. We can take this at our pace

[beastlybeauty]

"Do you think you can kill me before it takes effect, Eridan?"

Her voice is sing-songy, like she's teasing her boyfriend, high and airy and bubbling with laughter as she lets all the motion wiggle the needle in his skin until it snaps. She drops the syringe and shields her face with her arms, allowing her collar and her torso and her arms and her stomach to be sliced, but not her face. Her vanity spares her face.

"Can you do it before you can't move anymore? Pray you can, Eridan, because otherwise it'll be my turn~"

She reaches one arm to catch his whenever he seems to be ready to go deeper than a couple inches into her. A game. To see if she can stop him before he punctures an organ. If she can dance around death.

Laughter. So much laughter. He is ripping her apart, but it's just flesh, easily replaced, and the pain is exquisite, she might die, and how exhilarating is that risk? So different from poisoning herself, taking the gamble into her own hands, now it's in someone else's, someone who wants her dead.