Sol had a feeling the first plan was not going to work. Just because it was, by comparison, the easiest, that didn't mean that it was going to pull through. He had done his best, though, and they still had other plans they could use instead. Granted, they were a tad trickier, but at least they were something.
He had snuck into the classroom after Penny was distracted by that teacher. Mr. Wilter was his name he thought? It provided him the distraction he needed to 'accidentally' appear in the real world. It had worked flawlessly. He had managed to slip into the classroom and sat down in the chair just as the other students were coming in. He was disappointed that none of them noticed his 2D powers, but then, they were small humans and they were probably not very bright.
Except that Penny girl. Despite what he said to Snap, he didn't think Penny was a complete idiot. He knew there was a reason that one guy, Skrawl was it, called her 'genius girl'. He was actually surprised she hadn't seen through his disguise yet, despite the close calls he had earlier. Either his acting was better than he thought or that Penny had her dumb moments as well.
He knew Rudy also was a pretty smart kid, and just like with Penny, he was genuinely surprised he didn't figure out he was an imposter yet. Well that was good news. It meant that he could continue on with this plan to help Vice expose ChalkZone to the real world. And he could eventually do away with those two when the time was right. Timing was crucial; those two could use the magic chalk. So they were needed alive until they could figure out a way to expose ChalkZone. Only until then could they get rid of the two kids.
He and Vice would have to be careful of how they do this. They needed the right plans to make it work. But despite how hard it would probably be, in the end it would all be worth it. He couldn't wait to see the oppressive zoners get what they deserve for their treatment of the Snips. He hadn't been around as long as most of them, and he had already seen enough. And he couldn't wait to get his revenge on Rudy and Snap. They were the ones at fault. They were the cause of his misery. So they, too, shall suffer.
His attempts to expose himself didn't work too well. Penny was there with him most of the time, which made it hard to 'accidentally' do anything that didn't seem suspicious. He had gave it a shot a few times, mostly using his 2D powers in hopes that a human would spot him. He had wanted to expose the portal. That would have been the best way to do it, especially with all those students there to bear witness. But that blasted Penny had erased the portal before that part of the plan could commense. He was quite angry with her, but he couldn't really do anything to her.
At least...until they had to go outside for recess. Then he got a little payback on her. When she got up from her seat, he had managed to trip her. He made it look like an accident, made it seem like he just wasn't paying attention and stepped out at the wrong time. It was satisfying seeing her fall into the ground like that. He would have done more to her, but for now, she still had to believe he was Snap. So, to keep up the facade, he apologized to her and helped her up to her feet.
Just as he thought, she still believed he was Snap and she didn't seem at all suspicious of the trip. She had chalked it up to a misstep, just like he had intended. Sol wasn't entirely pleased with his payback against her. But, for now, it would have to do. He could have fun with her later on, after it was no longer necessary that she believe he was Snap.
The girl's questions were getting on his nerve. He tried his best to stall for time. He didn't really have a plan for explaining his 'off' behavior to her or Rudy. He should have thought about this earlier. Snap was right; they would be able to tell their real friend from a fake one if enough 'offness' had occurred. In order to keep up this disguise, he needed to find explanations to tell them that would satisfy them. He needed to come up with something to get that girl to leave him alone. The last thing he and Vice needed was for their plan to be ruined because he couldn't come up with something to satisfy Rudy and Penny with.
Penny was very persistant that day. He was glad it was just her. With Rudy with her, it would have been a lot worse trying to dodge the question. Still, even with just Penny, it was hard. It took all his willpower not to punch her to get her to shut up and back off. Words couldn't describe how much he wanted to hurt her for how she kept asking him what was wrong with him. He was glad that the teacher came in and stopped her from asking more questions.
It gave him time to think about an answer. He still hadn't come up with one specifically. His thoughts did go to the bruise he got from when Snap managed to punch him. That might work. He could trick those kids into thinking he had been attacked. That would satisfy them as it would explain to them why his mood and demeanor had changed a little. The only problem is trying to think of someone to name should they ask who had done it. They were going to ask that, he knew it. But who should he name? Oh well, he'll come up with someone when the time had come for it.
For now, all he was doing was sitting around by the portal at Penny's place. He believed this was the right spot. He knew Snap met her here if he knew Rudy and Penny would use her chalkboard as a portal placement. It wouldn't be for a while before Penny would show up. He had plenty of time. But he had nothing better to do, and it wasn't time yet to torture Snap again. He would hang out with Penny for at least a little while, perhaps tell her about how he was attacked and such. His acting lessons would pay off then quite nicely. Maybe he could hold off on telling her who it was, just tell her he was attacked or something.
Toying with Snap's friends' emotions was fun, oh so satisfying. He looked forward to when they believe Snap betrayed them. He still wasn't sure which would be more fun; making them believe he was Snap until the moment they died or he left them to die, or revealing he was an imposter and, as they're being sentenced to die, inform them about what happened to their friend, gleefully mocking how they really wanted to help him, but instead they just let their friend rot in some forsaken place. Both would be equally satisfying. It would be hard to choose just one.
Perhaps he should reveal himself by the end... Yeah.. He just had a sick, twisted thought rush through his head, one that would only work as he intended if he exposed himself. He didn't have that much of a qualm with Penny. The only reason he really hated her was because of her connection to Rudy and Snap. But..he could use that connection to his advantage...
He knew full well that Vice had a way of letting Snap see through his eyes via that television screen. He would talk to her about setting that up again. It was difficult to do, but the results were satisfying. Having Snap squirm helplessly as his friends were being fooled was fun enough. But now he had something else in mind, something that Snap and Rudy would never forget in their final moments alive.
After he had both Rudy and Penny trapped with no way out, he would get Penny out of there, but make sure she can't escape. Breaking her leg would do nicely... And he'd proceed to play with her. Torturing her right in front of Rudy, keeping his eyes on her so Snap could see too, that would be the best way to break the two emotionally.
He had some thoughts of what he'd do to her. If allowed to bring some of the tools from Vice's drawer, he could cut her up, gouge out her eyes, break her other leg. Maybe he'd slowly disembowel her. An evil smile spread across his face as he thought about that. Sure, the blood would hurt him, but it would feel good to stick his hands in that girl and rip her apart in front of her friends. Then he would kill her by breaking her neck and toss her back into the trap with Rudy. He would have fun watching him cry, and then he'd leave to see how Snap was doing. He chuckled darkly. It would be most satisfying indeed.
His thoughts were interrupted when, speaking of which, Penny had opened up a portal. He wiped the nasty smile off his face. He didn't want to give himself away just yet. He did his best to smile at her at she came through the portal. She waved at him, though judging from her expression, she wanted to speak to him some more.
He watched as she approached him. As she did, he found himself eyeing her up and down, studying her limbs and body. He mentally noted to himself areas he could target when it was time. Such vulnerable areas.. So easy will the skin break apart when he uses the sharp knives on her. The bones would be easy to snap apart. Just one well aimed strike and that was it. Already he could imagine her crying and pleading for mercy. He felt his mouth tick a little in a small smile. Yes, it would be fun toying with her.
"Snap." Penny said as she got close enough to him. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but can you explain..." She paused for a moment. Her eyes widened. She clearly saw the bruise on his face. "Snap...what happened?"
Sol put his hand to his cheek and gently rubbed it. "Some creepazoid punched me. That's all."
Penny's eyes widened. "Oh..Snap.." Her voice was filled with concern. For the real Snap that is. Sol was amused that she used this tone towards him, unaware of who and what he really was. "Is...is this what's been bothering you? Has someone been...hurting you?"
Perfect. She was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. Now he just had to play it up, make her believe what he wanted her to.
"Y-Yeah..." Sol said, mustering up the saddest voice that he could. "It's...uh...been happening a couple times. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and Rudy about it. I just didn't want you guys to worry."
Penny did something that Sol did not expect. She rushed over and pulled him into a hug. His body stiffened up in surprise. He wanted to push her away, but he just froze there. If he pushed her away, he might look suspicious again. Although it felt awkward to do, considering what he was about to do to her later on, he hugged her back, which ensured that she would believe he was Snap. He didn't like displaying fake niceness like Vice did and he wondered how she managed to do it without breaking her facade.
As she hugged him, Sol couldn't help but feel her muscles flex as she continued to hold onto him. Muscles he would soon cut apart... Yeah, being this close to her, he could more easily pick specific non-lethal targets to torment her with before he did something more...fatal. Making sure she could not see, that no one else saw, a nasty smile spread across his face. Yes, this little girl was going to be fun to damage. And watching her friends' reactions will be the icing on the cake.
Penny pulled away. He turned his smile into a saddened face before she had time to notice. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Why don't you tell me what happened? Or would you feel better if we wait until Rudy got better?"
Having a bit of a delay would be a good idea. That would give him time to come up with a good enough cover up story.
Sol said, "I'd..feel better if you both hear it."
Penny smiled. "Okay then, Snap."
Sol chuckled to himself on the inside. If only this girl knew what happened to her precious friend... If only she knew what he had in store for her... If she were smart, she'd run away from him now. But of course, being fooled, she stayed close. Within striking distance of an enemy...
"So Buckette, what do you want to do?" Sol asked, putting on the best fake smile he could, mixed with with just enough sadness to make it believable. As the girl thought of a reply, he thought about Snap. He didn't know what he was going to do to him, but no matter. He had time, and when the moment came, he would have an idea of what to do to that little rodent.
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Snap couldn't believe he was here again. Strapped down to this wretched table once more, unable to move. His limbs secured in an X position. His and neck strapped down securely. He attempted to move, but the pain in his left arm made that hard to do. Shockwaves of pain went through his body and he let out small whimpers. His heart beat faster, knowing full well what was going to happen to him. At least...part of what was going to happen.
Vice had opened up the cage door to fetch him. He had growled in fear at her and cringed back, hoping that she would go away. She just grabbed him and picked him up easily. She was able to secure him well in the crook of her arm. He struggled to get free and had managed to bite her. But no matter how hard he clenched his jaws on her arm, she refused to let go of him. She carried him over to the table and pushed him into the cold surface forcefully.
He tried to struggle, but Sol had already arrived, still in disguise like he promised he would be in, and the two of them worked together to secure him to the table. Snap tried to get himself free, but ultimately he was helpless as his limbs were secured tightly to the table. His head and neck were fastened next, and finally the metal strap betwee his stomach and chest was in place. Just like before, he was completley immobilized and unable to fight back.
Snap didn't want this. He didn't want to be hurt again. Why do they want to hurt him so badly? Why? As Sol went to get the tools, he turned his eyes up at Vice. He looked at her pleadingly. He hoped that, somehow, she would listen to reason, if even for a moment, and stop this. It was not likely to happen, he knew. But he was so desperate to get away from the pain... His left arm hurt him badly enough. It would be unbearable when his right arm ended up in the same state...
Vice smiled sweetly down at him. She placed her hoof hand on his cheek and caressed it gently. "It's okay, sweetheart. It'll be over before you know it. Just relax."
Snap wanted to shake his head in protest. But his head was secured tightly and, like before, he was unable to really move his head that much. "No, please don't..." He begged her. "Don't hurt me again..."
"Oh sweet little thing, it's not me who will be doing that. It's going to be Sol." Vice said, rubbing his cheek. "But don't worry. It'll be over soon and you may go back to sleep."
Sleep? Did this monster really expect him to sleep when he was in so much pain? If that were the case, she really was insane. One doesn't just 'get used to pain'. He couldn't simply block it out and go to sleep. This pain was going to keep him up. It was going to deprive him of sleep. And with everything else that was going on, that was not going to help him in any shape or form.
Knowing that Vice was not going to listen to reason, just like he expected, he turned his gaze over towards Sol, who was approaching him with that tray of tools. His heart started to race. The sight of the tray made his blood freeze. His body started to tremble in fright. He wanted to beg, plead with him not to hurt him. But that look in his eyes, that evil smile, dementia shining from his eyes, he knew that it was going to be impossible to reason with him. Vice was easier to talk to than this guy, and that was saying something.
Snap watched as Sol, still looking just like him in a healthy state, costume and all, picked up the scalpel. It was the same one Vice used on him. The blade was still caked in blood. His blood. His eyes widened in horror as Sol turned and looked at him, his face contorted into a twisted grin. He shuddered as that cold laughter emitted from his mouth in a voice that sounded so much like this...
This was disturbing. This was sick. To torture him while pretty much looking like him in every way, sounding like him..it was so messed up. Snap's mind was racing already, the conflicting sensories messing with his head. And Sol hadn't yet spoken a word to him or even started to cut him up yet. He knew it was about to get a whole lot worse.
He could act like he was in more pain. And if he did that, maybe Sol wouldn't cut him up as much. But then, would that work with Vice around? Maybe if she left, then it might work. But she was staying with him during the torture scene. Probably to give him mock support something, or to oversea the procedure. She was not going anywhere and she wouldn't leave just because he asked her. With her being a former surgeon, she would know, probably just from looking, if Sol was doing maximum damage or not. She might pick up on his acting and tell Sol to cut deeper or longer.
And even if Vice wasn't there, when in pain, Snap would not be able to think clearly. He wasn't sure if he could put on a show effectively enough to trick Sol. He might end up sounding too fake and he would continue to cut him up horribly. Sol might not be as easily fooled as he would have hoped.
Sol stared at the scalpel for a second longer and then he turned his attention back to Snap. He moved over to his right side. He stared down at his right arm, licking his lips a little in anticipation, as if he was going to eat him. This made Snap whimper harder. He stared at Sol with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to do it. Sol put one hand on his arm, securing it down. Then he pressed the scalpel against the flesh. He pushed harder, slicing the blade deep into his arm. Hot blood poured out of the fresh wound and dripped all over the place.
Snap let out a scream of pain. Instinctively, he started to struggle. This caused his left arm to erupt in agony as well. With pain coming from both his arms, terrible agonizing pain, he cried harder. His mind was so confused, torn between struggling and remaining still to avoid hurting himself. The blade continued to cut into him, and then Sol started to cut down a little. Snap couldn't stifle the second scream he emitted, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Then, thankfully, Sol stopped. It was a brief moment, he knew. It wouldn't last long. But it was still a moment of some relief. Some of the pain melted away as the blade was pulled out of his arm. Sol stared at the blood stained instrument. He looked down at Snap. The sight of his tears and whimpering made him smile.
"I bet you're wondering why I'm doing this." Sol said, casually waving the scalpel in front of Snap so he could get a good look at his own blood. "After all, why would we want to hurt a nice zoner like you?"
Snap didn't like the way he said that. He cringed as far as he could go. He stared at Sol with frightened eyes. There was...something behind that voice as he said it. Contempt. Sarcasm. Anger. All rolled into one, creating a unified tone that dripped off his words like venom. It sent chills down his spine, intermixing with the pain radiating off both of his arms.
"Come on...I want to hear you ask me." Sol said. He moved a little closer to his head. He twirled the scalpel in his hand like it was just a pencil. "Why don't you ask me? Go on...Do it..."
Snap stared at him fearfully. He did want to know why he was doing this. Even if it was some dumb reason, he still wanted to know. He wanted to know what drove this zoner to do such a terrible thing. He wanted to know why he wanted him to be hurt so badly. He wanted to know why he took such pleasure in slicing him open.
Yet he could not get the words out. Something about the way he was looking at him, the way he said those words...it kept him frozen on the table. He didn't speak to Sol, not even to plead for mercy. He just whimpered and cried, staring at him with the same pleading expression, hoping, against the odds, that Sol would not hurt him. He wanted to speak. He wanted to reply so badly. Yet he was too frozen in fear and pain to say anything to him.
Sol did not take well to him not responding. He suddenly jabbed the scalpel into the flesh there his shoulder and neck connected, just below the metal band that secured it down. The blade narrowly messed his jugular vein. Snap let out a cry of pain. Sol kept pushing the knife into the skin, glaring hatefully at Snap.
"Ask me!" Sol snarled. "I know you want to, you little worm! Ask me why I'm hurting you!"
Snap cried harder, the pain sweeping through his body at a rapid pace. He took in short quick breaths, hyperventilation starting to take some effect. He struggled in response, but quickly stopped due to the pain. He whimpered as he stared up at Sol. He still did not reply, the pain making it hard for him to say anything. His eyes widened and he let out another scream as Sol twisted the scalpel, slicing up his flesh even more. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall.
Sol growled threateningly, "Ask me, you little fucker!" He continued to twist the scalpel. "If you don't, I'll cut your jugular!"
This prompted a quick look from Vice. An angry one. Genuinely angry. Snap could see her lips curl up into a snarl. This only lasted for a second. For a brief moment, her nice facade as gone, showing a glimpse of the true violent person that was hiding underneath. It was clear that Vice did not take kindly to Sol threatening to kill him too soon.
But Snap paid little attention to that. He cried harder as the knife sliced deeply into him. The twisting of the blade felt horrible. He wanted to get away from the pain. He wanted to struggle and get free. He was not able to do anything, his body immobilized by the metal shackles pressing against his skin. As he looked into Sol's eyes, seeing the rage and anger behind them, he knew that if he didn't answer, he was going to stay true to his promise and do much worse to him.
Snap found his voice. Shakey, quiet, and painfulled, but nonetheless his voice. "Wh-Why..?" He said in a soft voice.
Sol slammed his fist against the new wound on his right hand. "Louder!"
Snap let out a scream. "Why?!"
A dark smile spread across the Snip's face. He moved back a little bit. He ran his hand along Snap's right arm, avoiding his injury there. As he caressed the arm, he leaned forward and looked at Snap in the eyes. He gave him the most sinister smile he could muster, enjoying the terror-filled expression that Snap gave in return.
"It's because of what you did to me..."
Snap looked at him in confusion. What he did to him? Snap never met this guy before. What could he have done to him? What was this guy talking about?
"Well not just me, but all of us Snips." Sol snarled at him, his eyes narrowing. "Because of you, and your human friend, we Snips are shipped off to some forsaken planet, cut off from the rest of ChalkZone. We're treated differently, and why? Because we're just 'copies' of you."
"B-But..." Snap tried to explain to Sol that he was blowing this out of porportion. He wanted to tell him that the Snips are not cut off from ChalkZone. But he never got another word in edgewise as Sol slapped him across the face. He looked up at him, whimpering softly.
"I'm not done talking!" Sol growled lowly, baring his teeth. Then his expression soon softened up a little. "A part of me admires you, Snap. You are the original. In a way you gave me life, as without you existing, some child would not have drawn me. But then..." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "..that is exactly why I hate you... Because of you, I was 'born' as a Snip. Because of you, I was taken by that ugly ship all the way to that terrible planet. Because of you, a whole race of people suffer while you, the original, you get to sit back on a chair at the beach and enjoy another beautiful day in ChalkZone!"
This guy was nuts. Snap knew this before, but this just confirmed it. He was an absolute nutjob. He was blaming him for something that wasn't even his fault. He didn't tell the children to create Snips. He didn't ask for any of this to happen. And it wasn't like the Snips were mistreated, at least not in the way this guy was apparently thinking. And if he could jump to such conclusions, no matter how illogical, it was clear he could not be reasoned with.
Now he knew why Sol hated him so much. But it was for a reason that...wasn't really a reason. It was just an excuse. This guy just wanted to give some reason to justify him hating him. He was trying to make himself sound righteous, like he was doing something for all the Snips. Snap doubted the Snips want any part in what he's doing, or even care about being 'liberated', as Sol probably would put it. They would think he was as nuts as he thought.
"And it's disgusting! Why should you be treated like a regular zoner while the rest of us Snips are constantly shipped off to that disgusting planet?!" Sol cried. His voice rose in volume, his face contorted further into a terrifying face filled with hatred. "And your human friend, Rudy... I'm going to get him... I'm going to make him pay for creating that blasted ship! Do you have any idea how hard it is to hide from that blasted thing? Huh?!" He put his face close to Snap's. "Do you?!"
Snap whimpered, clenching his teeth. Sol stared at him, those eyes narrowing. It was clear he was expecting an answer of some kind. Snap choked out, "N-No..."
Sol narrowed his eyes. Hatred radiated off his body. He moved down towards Snap's right arm. Snap looked in horror as Sol gripped his arm again. His eyes widened and he tried, in vain, to pull his arm away. Horrific pain spread through his arm as Sol stabbed the scalpel into his arm. He twisted it in there, increasing the damaging and magnifying the pain. Sol pulled the instrument out again, only to plungie it right back in as hard as he could. Snap screamed in agony. Blood flowed from his arm at a rapid pace. He cried and whimpered, trying so desperately to cope with the pain. His breathing quickened even more. Tears stung his face. But that did nothing to convince Sol to stop.
"Of course you don't!" Sol yelled at him. He stabbed Snap again, this time in his upper arm, near his shoulder. He pulled the knife out and again stabbed him, pushing the blade through the meat like it was nothing. He ignored Snap's cries of pain. "Because you're not a Snip! You're not one of us! You couldn't possibly understand what we go through!"
Snap wanted to speak. He wanted to protest. But every time he opened up his mouth, all he could do was scream. His mind was overwhelmed by pain. He found it hard to think of any kind of response. All he could think of now was trying to find a way to get away from the pain. He started to struggle harder. The pain increased. So did his panic. He continued to struggle, trying to pull one of his limbs free..any one of them...
"Figures that someone like you wouldn't understand!" Sol plunged the knife into him again. Snap screamed again. He sobbed and cried harder, looking at Sol pleadingly. "Don't look at me like that! You brought this on yourself!" With the scalpel in deeply, Sol pulled the knife upwards towards where his elbow was. He ripped it out as violently as he could, smiling evilly as the blood splattered onto him. A bit of blood landed on Snap's rapidly inflating and deflating chest. "This is what I call..retribution!"
Screaming loudly, Snap's struggles increased. He couldn't tell if he was making the pain worse at this point. All his mind was focused on was getting free. He kicked his legs, pulled his arms. The pain..it was horrible..so horrible... He didn't do anything to deserve this. All he wanted to do was go home... He sobbed, trying his best to block out at least some of the pain as he tried to struggle. There had to be a way out of here. There just had to.
Sol jabbed the scalpel into him again. He pushed in deeply. He cut upwards. Unlike Vice, who moved in a straight motion, Sol started to cut up and down like he was cutting something thick like a potato. Snap's eyes widened at this and he screamed again, his throat starting to hurt him, aching. He felt the knife go in and out, hacking away at his arm. His body trembled harder from the pain. His heart beat faster. His whimpers and whines increased in volume. Any attempt to speak was muffled as he cried in pain.
Sol then moved the scalpel out of his arm. He looked down at Snap's now damaged arm. There were two deep long cuts that Sol had made, plus many deep puncture marks. The arm was caked in blood, just like the knife. Sol smirked at this. He looked down at Snap.
"I believe I know what I decided to do to you." Sol said. "You know, it was hard to decide... You have so many vulnerable targets, Snap." Sol casually traced the blade across Snap's stomach, prompting a panicked cry from the zoner. Sol pulled the knife away and said, "I would do something major to you, like...cut your vocal cords or something..."
Snap managed to choke out, "No...please..."
Sol ignored him. He moved further down his side. He looked at his right leg. That smile, that eerie smile... No.. he couldn't be... Snap struggled harder, trying to get his leg away from the sharp scalpel.
"But I decided on something simple..but effective." Sol said. He looked Snap in the eyes and said, "I am going to cut your achilles tendon..."
Snap's eyes widened in horror at that. His heart speeding up more, his mind racing. No, he couldn't do that. As Snap felt Sol put one hand on his leg, as he felt the cold blade of the knife against his skin, he started to struggle as hard as he could. He let out cries of panic and fear. He let out unintelligable words, begging Sol not to hurt him again.
He felt Vice stroke the top of his head with her hand. She said softly, "Shh...calm down honey. It won't be that bad. Settle down..."
Snap did not listen to her. He started to bang his legs against the cuffs, hoping that, somehow, it would break free. Again and again, he strugggled frantically, letting out cries of fear and pain. He could feel the knife cut into him know, prompting a bloodcurdling scream from his throat. He kept shouting 'No', but it was hard to make out due to it intermixing with his screaming.
Sol started to cut into his leg deeply. Snap cried out in pain. He stared at Sol, looking at his smiling face as he hurt him, caused him so much pain. His mind was filled with agony and confusion. Sol looking like him during this whole thing...it scared him, tormented him. It was such a conflict, making his head hurt, putting a deep scar into his psyche. He struggled harder, screaming as the blade started to cut against his tendon.
Then, something happened that Snap did not expect. His captors sure didn't expect it either. Something must have been wrong with the metal cuff for his right leg. Snap didn't not expect his struggles to work. Maybe the cuff was pretty weak. Maybe Vice did not check it properly. Maybe it wasn't properly hooked in place. Maybe there was a loose bolt somewhere. But somehow, with his panicked struggling, the metal band had come undone, freeing his leg.
Snap wasted no time. In the moment his leg was free, he pulled it back, ignoring the pain caused by the knife slicing along his leg due to his movement, and, mustering up as much strength as he could, slammed his foot against Sol's face. The kick knocked Sol into the ground. Snap heard him hit the floor with a loud thud.
A soft chuckle came from Vice. "That looked like it had to hurt."
Sol got up from the ground. Snap could see blood on the Snip. And for once, it wasn't his own blood. The sudden fall caused Sol to slice his own hand with the scalpel by mistake. There was a cut along his palm. A little deep, enough to cause a lot of bleeding. Sol started at his hand, his eyes wide in shock. He stared at Snap, completely surprised that he was able to perform such a stunt.
Then anger spread through his face. He gritted his teeth. Snap whimpered in fear. He tried to kick Sol again, but by now, the Snip had gotten wise and gripped his leg tightly. In a fit of rage, he plunged the knife deep into Snap's foot. Snap screamed as the knife was pulled downwards, cutting the underside of his foot horrifically. Then, mustering up as much strength as he could, Sol slashed his achilles tendon, prompting a loud scream from him.
But Sol wasn't done with him. There was still that glow of intent in his eyes. Snap watched, terrified, as Sol walked up towards his head again. Vice took a step back and watched down, a smile on her face, as Sol grabbed the top of Snap's head to hold it in place, as if the metal cuffs didn't do that well enough for him. He pulled the scalpel back and pushed it deep into Snap's ear, rupturing his ear drum.
Snap let out a scream of agony that echoed off the walls of the room. The pain swirled around him, overtaking him. Then, unable to take the pain anymore, he passed out.
