A/N: I'm back! Well, kind of. 'Been focusing on work and classes and 'n stuff, but I'm posting my drabbles I made on tumblr here so you guys know I'm not on hiatus or anything.
Warning: This will contain gore, and mentioning of vomiting, and body manipulation. Please read at your own discretion.
Such a Shame You Cannot Die.
Chase counts his breaths: one, two, one, two, one, two, one… one… one. A mockery of lifeless eyes stare at the person above him. Chase is in pain. He refuses to accept it. He refuses to accept this. He cannot move. For every breath he takes, blood pours out of his mouth.
Chase's eyes wander. Various surgical tools are around him like a twisted collage, each stained with a trace of his blood. There is nothing that can top this. Nothing. This boy has won. He has won.
"…Hey, Chase? Chase? Can you hear me? It's me, Jack. You know that, right?"
Of course Chase knows. Of course he knows. No one else could be so cruel… yes… cruel. Chase thinks that this is cruel. He thinks that it is heartless. Sick. Sicker than anything he has done. Is this his comeuppance? His punishment? What kind of sin was equivalent to this punishment?
He can feel Jack's hands touching his ribcage, going over each bone delicately. A great chill surrounds him. No, his mind says. Not this. Not this. His mind speaks his true feeling: absolute fear.
"I want to make something aware to you, Chase," Jack says, smiling. One rib is pulled out. "Something that you should have known from day one."
Chase cannot speak. His voice will betray him. Could he even speak? He could still feel the blood. He can feel it in his throat. He feels like vomiting. For every rib Jack pulled out, Chase winced, until finally– he cannot take it. He screams.
"Stop! For the love of everything, sto-" Chase coughs up blood. He goes silent, eyes watching Jack. Are those tears that wish to come from gold eyes? Could his body even heal after this… this torture?
Red eyes are no longer staring into gold. They instead look to Chase's heart.
"Don't worry," Jack says. "Just one more thing. I promise. Then I'll stop."
Jack's hands wrap around Chase's beating heart.
They pull.
"ase… ca… hear… ?"
What… what?
Is that my heart? Is that my heart? Is that my heart?"
Jack takes the pumping organ and kisses it.
"You're mine. This heart is mine. This body is mine. Do you hear? Do you hear me?"
And Chase nods. He nods desperately. He would rathey obey Jack, rather be whatever he wants him to be, than to ever see his heart outside of his chest. Emotionless eyes once again lock with red. They seem to say, "It is such a shame I cannot die."