Tittle: My Turn
Challenge: Control
Disclaimer: Kripike is just jealous that the fangirls write better than him...but he did kinda come up with the idea first.
Word Count: 100 WORD FOR MY 100TH STORY PUBLISHED!!! *INVISIBLE CONFETTI*
A/N: Insomina has some uses. If you didn't know by now this is my 100th story. YEAH!! PARTY TIME! Everyone who reads this gets to pretend they own the boys for a day.
As he picked up the knife a new sense of power washed over him.
He looked over his shoulder at Alistair, who gave him an encouraging nod. The woman on the rack was trembling as stepped forward.
For every order Dad gave that he had to obey.
For every time Sam got disobey and left him to go "a better way."
For every cut that world had placed on him.
…for everything he brought the knife down.
It wasn't his blood that decorated the blade anymore, not his bones that were breaking under their pressure.
He was in control now.