~Hello all. This little snippet was written late one night at about 3am. I must warn you, you may find it disturbing (if I have done my job correctly). In this I tried to let myself go, and worked on some horrible descriptions. Hopefully it's alright, and you enjoy. Please, critique away.

"I'm gonna carve a smile inta ya" The Sniper re-affirmed his grip on the Medics jaw.
"Easy now" The Medic struggled, mind a confusion of panic and defeat. Sniper pushed the Medics face to the side and into the ground, leaving one blue eye to stare at him in fear.
"Stab stab stab!" He pushed the face down, his strong thick hand finding the cheek bones and making great use of them. With his thumb he pulled back the cheek, drawing the lips apart at a Picasso angle. Red hands flurried at him, tense and desperate, unmoving cables. The Sniper had carved teeth out of crocodiles, sheered sheep, carving a Medic was no different. You had to be kind to them, friendly.
"Shh shhh" He hushed, calm and steady. The Medics pack was digging into him from behind, and the Snipers knee was crushing his chest. For someone so thin he was quite strong, using his entire wait to trap the Medic. The eyes were cold like a dentist's, glasses slipping down. His own round glasses lay on the ground some space away.
"GarrhhahhH!" He tried to say.
The Sniper laid the blade on the side of the Medics mouth.
"Ya neva happy Doc, why not smoile f'ra change" The point slipped under the corner of his mouth, the Sniper holding it there with this thumb on the outside.
"When ya smilin', when ya smilin', the whole world smiles's with you….." The Sniper cooed, as he checked the accuracy of the knife, before tearing it through, pulling it from the corner, severing the two halves like gutting a fish. The blade thunked deep into the bone jaw at the end of the mouth; Sniper tore the knife out.

Medic screamed and whined, cried and gasped, eyes streaming, braying in heavy sobs and guttural tones, blood and saliva streaming from his mouth, dripping in a viscous crawl. He breathed in a ragged breath, dragging in a scraggly noise and exhaling a fog horn wail of pain and anguish.
"Now now ya doin' fine" The Sniper reached to grab his head again, to equal the smile, The Medic pushed him away with a bloody and dirty hand. He gasped steadily into the dust, resting on it as though a pillow, angular eyebrows redrawn into a hysterical slope. Sniper grabbed his jaw and turned his head over, met to gasp and sobs. He didn't deliberate on this one, flicking the knife through in a well practiced motion, again gutting fish. The Medics wails amplified, and he held his head and open cavernous mouth in despair, ragged bleats of pain the only sound he made. He was crying, tears of perhaps fear joining the slime in the dust.
"Easy does it, easy" Sniper clapped the Medic on the shoulder, and stood up.
"There ya go fella, ya did well, easy, easy". Bellow him was not a proud doctor, but a hysterical human, legs drawn up into chest, gruesome smile contrasting with pain filled eyes. Blood everywhere, staining the white coat, seeping in bright, and ending brown and discolored around the edges. A helpless human, only half formed wailed into the ground, deep voice roaring high pitched hysterics.
"Ahh ya woos!"
The Sniper turned and left to mutilate the rest of his team, leaving the Doctor broken like a cracked egg in the dust, blood mixing with the dirt.