Tearing
E/O Challenge: Grade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Supernatural.
There was fire. And there was pain.
Perhaps the two were the one and the same, Dean mused as he sliced into the broken soul on the rack in front of him. His mind blank, his body mechanic, he picked up knife after knife, slicing and ripping.
Slash after slash coated his body in blood and gore but he shut off emotion. He ignored the warm liquid of anguish and death as it dripped down his face, coated his hands. He ignored the pleas and screams, both intertwining to dance around his skull in their own torture.
He felt approving eyes on him as he broke soul after soul, tearing them into shreds with blade and beast. The things he had become.
Alastair's voice and breath scorch his ears, his skin, his sanity. "Congratulations Dean. You have become my number one student; a top grade torturer." There is glee in the tone, reminding him once again of what he has done.
But the guilt and pain and rage is carried away on rivers of crimson, replaced by nothing other than numbness.