I couldn't feel it, I couldn't feel it, stopstopstopstopstopstopstop, I thought madly as I hyperventilated on the cold, metal ground in front of Star. She had no idea what was going on, what she was seeing happen before her: a forced switch between one personality and another. Three the one who murdered five-hundred people with a jar of glitter, and Two the one who had only killed out of self-defence. I shuddered violently as the ground seemed to neglect me, the cold feeling it gave was like… what Star felt towards me. Pity. I wasn't one to be fooled by hidden emotion.
I stopped. I stopped and I stood. I stopped and I stood and I looked towards the pitying kithium. Not only was I mad at her for hiding her emotions like a coward, but I generally wanted everyone dead. I smiled and beckoned her towards me, as if I was going to tell her what had happened at a comfortable volume… or, close enough for my tail to grab her like a python would wrap around its prey.
My tail snapped out, grabbing Star and pulling her closed by the neck. Her pitifully weak, furry hands pounded against my exoskeletal chest. An ant trying to take down a lion single-handedly. Nonetheless, if she kept it up, it would eventually crack my chest, as is the same with an ant and a lion, so I squeezed until she felt the need to hold her hands up to her throat in panic, a futile yet natural effort. Then, I loosened. Even with my missing fear organ I knew she was absolutely petrified; considering the fact that she had given up her uselessly annoying attack.
I pulled her closer, and 'lovingly' grabbed her head in my hands, pulling it closer to mine. I would give Two his moment of loving hate, and I would give Star her moment of embracing death. My tongue stretched out… and wiped itself against her left cheek, burning it with potent acid. She screamed in pain, kicking out as if she was insane. I soothed her, speaking to her words of love and comfort. Eventually Star calmed and… I kissed her, once more 'lovingly'. Then she died and I pulled away, dropping her to the ground, a cylindrical hole caused by an inner pharyngeal jaw stretching out through the back of her moth to the back of her neck.
"6,000 psi of force. Definitely enough to pierce through some flesh and bone."